Rm 217 Wednesday evening

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As mentioned earlier to Savannah at work, Johnny had the room lit with softly scented candles. He'd changed the bed sheets over to black silk and tossed pink rose petals all over the black faux fur coverlet that blanketed the top. Jazz was playing softly in the background and Destiny was quiet, asleep in her bed on the floor.

Johnny was dressed in silk pajama pants and lounged on the bed, a crystal glass in hand that he sipped from occassionally.

He could be romantic. Sure he could.

[For the girl. ETA: going NWS.]

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It was one thing to hear the words, but when he said them against her skin, she also got goosebumps because of how good it felt. When he unhooked her bra, she twitched her shoulders to get it to slide down her arms so he could get it out of their way.

She then moved her hand down his back to play with the waistband of the silk pants he was wearing. Opening her eyes to look at him, she slipped one hand into them.

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It was tossed to the floor uncerimoniously.

Meeting her eyes and feeling her hand, Johnny grinned devilishly and bent his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth before he enveloped the whole of it, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth.

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Savannah moaned softly when he did that, and when her hand was far enough into his pants like she wanted, she curled her hand around him and squeezed gently.