*shudderpurrs, a little puddle of Jax in her chair, vibrator beside her, the room reeking of arousal and such*

Gods.

Rhett, I've yet to understand WHY it is that just talking to you while I'm masturbating will leave me breathless and make the whole thing so damned intense... but... yeah.

Thank you. *grin*

That felt good.

*goes to pounce a Caleb and debate Starcraft*