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direbeta:

        { he looks at her from over his shoulder, an
        incredulous look crossing over his face. }

“You just want to see me naked.”

        { and who was he to deny her? }

“Lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood tonight.”

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        { so cue him putting on a goddamn show
        as he strips out of his jeans — and underwear,
        because he h a t e s  the feeling of wearing
        boxers with sweatpants (at least that’s what
        he’s going to tell her if she makes a fuss about it)
        — and turns around to face her right before he
        pulls the elastic band over his hips, a smirk
        permanently fixed to his face. maybe he
        intends on playing dirty tonight. }

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{ a small laugh emerged from between pink lips
at his words. the sound of it was a little sharp,
a little mean, but also a little nervous. lydia didn’t
enjoy denying herself the pleasures in life. and
isaac lahey’s body was certainly one of them. }

               " If I wanted to see you
                naked, I would have just
               asked. “

{ and even though she hadn’t asked, her mouth drops
open as he turns away from her and strips. he’s being a brazen
little shit and lydia kind of wants to respond with her t-shirt
being thrown in his face but instead, all she does is close her
mouth and try to keep it closed when he settles the elastic band
on his hips. a scathing remark falls from her lips then.}

               ” A little lower and we could film
               a video and call it porn. Put on a
                shirt, Lahey, no one wants to see that. “

{ she huffs before tossing him one and stripping her dress off.
a thought occurs to her and she smiles mischeviously. }

               ” I can’t reach the clasp of my bra.
               Aren’t your hands good for something? “

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