...oh god, it had not sounded that dirty in her head, honestly, and Emma was trying (and failing) not to turn bright red and hide under her blanket.
"In defense of a real ice cream cone, you don't have sprinkles," she managed. "But I like those bits too, and they won't melt if I decide I want to savor the experience."
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Date: 2010-09-14 03:05 am (UTC)"In defense of a real ice cream cone, you don't have sprinkles," she managed. "But I like those bits too, and they won't melt if I decide I want to savor the experience."
..that sounded almost worse.