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[cajunspice]

That what the kids be callin' it now days? [Remy had leaned his head back against the edge of the pool, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the water and being able to relax, but as Kirk spoke he turned his head enough to peer open an eye at him.] I think I can tolerate ya hands on moi, barely though. [It followed up with a smile to cancel out the tone to those words.]

[universal_charm]

Only barely? Well, you'll have to tell me when I've done to much then.

_{[ He clucked his tongue, playing along with him as his hands slid down beneath the water to caress the hard lines of his stomach, tracing them with the tips before moving around to his ribs, squeezing and massaging - edging slowly, slowly downwards. ]}