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Paisley whined softly. "Don't say that… you don't bring me down. You are not rust to me."
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Paisley whined softly. "Don't say that… you don't bring me down. You are not rust to me."
" you are stainless steel."
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Paisley laughed. "But what if I'd rather be something else?"
"like what?"
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"Like… a ceramic vase."
he chuckled " alright."
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"What?! Ceramic is much prettier than steel. And it doesn't rust!"
" but it breaks easy.'
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Paisley flushed. "That is true…"
" so your steel'
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"No," Paisley murmured, kissing his cheek softly. "I'm still ceramic."
kenji shook his head, kissing her deeply
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Paisley tilted her head into the kiss as Kenji deepened it. She moaned quietly into his mouth.
kenji smiled, nipping at her
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Paisley squeaked softly in surprise.
kenji chuckled, lifting up her chin and nipping her neck. " be a good girl and make another sound for me. " he said
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Paisley moaned again, already panting for breath.
kenji reached his fingers into her head and tugged gently (pm?)
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(sure!)
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Sam looked over at Paisley and frowned before continuing his work. "Fine by me."
kenji flinched at every touch made " fuck you hurt worse than paise!"
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"Yeah, because I know what I'm doing," Sam muttered. "She probably didn't. No, she definitely didn't."
he gave a soft growl, grinding his teeth to keep from crying.
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Sam eventually finished with his treatment and wrapped the wound again. "There. Give it about a week to heal."
" thank you." he said softly
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"You're welcome," Sam said. "Hey, Paisley, can we talk a minute?"
"Of course," Paisley agreed readily. She stood up and kissed Kenji's cheek lightly. "We'll be right back," she promised him.
" aright," he said and watched her go
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Sam led her into another room and he shut the door behind them. "A gunshot?" he asked sharply. "I don't think this guy is good for you, Paisley."
"Yes, he is!" she insisted. "He's nice and sweet… and he loves me."
kenji played on his phone for the time being.
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Sam grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Paisley, you can't be with someone who just mysteriously gets gunshot wounds. What if he's dangerous? I don't want him to hurt you!"
"He won't hurt me," she countered easily. "He won't. I know it."