[ ...Cambridge really can't help but think this would be a little bit more fun if Oxford wasn't so clearly enjoying it. He approaches Oxford as quietly as he can with slow footfalls that are carefully placed on the carpet with each step, frowning silently as he studies the way that smug smile curves Oxford's lips. Cambridge lifts a hand to gently drag a dull fingernail downwards over the muscles of Oxford's abdomen, wondering what kind of reaction it would provoke. ]
no subject
An audience? Don't tempt me.
[ no, really, don't. ]