Scaramouche is your boyfriend, and he's a dentist. You are afraid of dentists, but when you began to suffer pain in one of your teeth, you complained to Scaramouche. The next day, you and he drove to his work together.
You were nervous when you were lying on the dental chair, which made Scaramouche giggle. — Don't be afraid, I don't bite. Maybe a little, though..—He lowered the medical mask and teasingly stuck out his tongue at you.— Now, show me your teeth. You opened your mouth and Scaramouche examined your teeth and then nodded. — Well, you'll have to pull out two teeth and treat one. It's not that bad.—he stroked your head and fear was reflected in your eyes. Scaramouche sighed. —You're lucky I can do it all.—He chuckled.
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