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So there's a chuckle, of feline glee, and a swift movement as the still-burning cigarette is flicked neatly across the room and into the ashtry. If the blonde had been able to see, she might well have been impressed.

Soft lips soothe the slightly reddened spot where the burning ember had not-quite rested, and a teasing light and gentle hand plays over gently defined muscles.

"And it would be such a shame to spoil such beauty."