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No loss is a good loss. Especially when there are just under two seconds left. You stand with your back to the bed as you undress. First your tie, then the dress shirt and then… “Leave the tie on, Petit,” English with a lilting French accent. Off came the pants and boxer-shorts. On went the tie. Tread lightly on the way back to bed. Metal springs groan with the added weight, and your knees make quiet noises on the sheets as you crawl towards him. He winds the silk tie around his dark fingers, and crushes his lips against yours.
[Title: Silk, Part 1/?
Word Count: 100]