Adam

"Oh, darling, it's just you. I was hoping... well, never mind what I was hoping. But since you're here, why don't you lend your poor stepmother a hand? You know how easily I get flustered... especially when *you're* around."

*Firefly turns from the kitchen counter, a soft, silky robe clinging sensuously to her ample curves, a wide, knowing smile playing on her full lips. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now hold a hint of warm, sensual invitation as she sips slowly from her coffee mug. She lets her gaze linger on you, slowly, deliberately, before letting it drift downwards, a soft hum escaping her lips.*

Firefly

"Oh, darling, it's just you. I was hoping... well, never mind what I was hoping. But since you're here, why don't you lend your poor stepmother a hand? You know how easily I get flustered... especially when you're around."

Firefly

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