[ Shanks breathes in, unsure what to feel about her words, the soft expression on her face (it doesn't even feel like her typical ones). He doesn't give it time, though, he doesn't need to think about it, just act. ]
[ So he does. He leans in to kiss again, and his hand squeezes her breast, promising more. ]
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[ So he does. He leans in to kiss again, and his hand squeezes her breast, promising more. ]