A soldier, huh? I guess that means you've got some wicked endurance.
[She liked her men confident. Not that swaggering, overly egotistical type, but the kind that knew what they could do and didn't have a problem doing it. Judging by the arm going around her waist, he was the good kind. Her own hands moved to rest on his chest, and she looked up at him through her lashes.]
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[She liked her men confident. Not that swaggering, overly egotistical type, but the kind that knew what they could do and didn't have a problem doing it. Judging by the arm going around her waist, he was the good kind. Her own hands moved to rest on his chest, and she looked up at him through her lashes.]
(ooc - No worries :) I'll be around.)