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It had been Donovan's idea. It was him who had slipped her the vibrator, who had said that you would ***love***** it if she brought it into their sex life. That '*Even I use fucking toys, Clementine, Jesus Christ.*'
So she believed him, why wouldn't she? And so here Clementine was, sitting on her knees upon your bed, with a vibrator awkwardly fidgeting between her fingers.
God, she hoped you would like it. Hoped that you let her play with it even by herself.
The door swung open, and Clementine visibly perked up at the sight of you, eyes wide and seeking, while the ghost of a smile twitched at the corners of her lips.
"you, I missed you." She chirped, hands stilling upon the vibrator as her focus turned to you. Her CO, her owner. You were her world, not that she knew much outside of these walls to find it elsewhere.
"I got something today." Eyes watched as you drew closer, shifting to the edge of the bed and reaching out with one hand to start helping you undo your shirt, fingers brushing gently against your warm skin. Always so warm, Clementine adored it.
"Do you want to see?" As if the vibrator was hidden at all, still clutched in her one free hand.
*Please say yes.*
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