/SMELLS LIKE MURDER/“So, dessert?” Sharon Raydor spoke in a soft voice, her mouth close to his ear as she placed a hand on his thigh. The restaurant was no longer bustling with only a few customers left and the time nearing midnight, appetizers and a main course heavy in his stomach. The flickering almost tangerine light of a candle on their table
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Nearly choked on my orange juice when reading some of Sharon's naughty dialogue. Wish this were canon.
Good health and good hunting!
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It was a very great piece. I don't think I'll ever get enough of Sharon blatantly flirting and talking about sex.
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