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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 12:53:32 GMT -5
He grinned at her, twirling a bit of it around his finger. "Ya got all these pretty blonde curls. And it's soft. And smells good."
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 12:55:53 GMT -5
"The magical soap I bought must be working, then..." she said, an evil smirk appearing as she spoke.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 12:57:07 GMT -5
"Oh, it's workin', Rosie. Real good." He smiled at her, taking a step closer so they were toe-to-toe.
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 13:00:01 GMT -5
"So, it's not actually me that's making you feel this way. You're really under a spell. Are you okay with that?" She didn't back away from him; she just tilted her head a bit as she looked up into his eyes. While she was taller than your average girl, he was still taller.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 13:02:21 GMT -5
"I think I can live with that, Sugar." The corner of his mouth quirked up as he tilted his head down to her. He liked being so tall. Made him feel...masculine. He nudged his nose against hers a second, then closed the gap between them, kissing her.
((I gotta run, but I'll ttyl!))
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 13:07:29 GMT -5
Rose let him kiss her, and she let herself kiss him back. She slid one hand out of her back pocket and brought it up to rest lightly on his chest. She had almost forgotten how nice it felt to kiss him.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 13:44:33 GMT -5
He kissed her slowly, feeling no need to rush as his lips moved over hers. He changed angles, darting his tongueout to part her lips.
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 13:52:05 GMT -5
Rose let out a soft moan as she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, her hand sliding up his chest to his neck. She inhaled sharply, catching a whiff of tobacco, ink, and that intangible scent that all guys possessed.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 14:41:44 GMT -5
Moonshine slid an arm around her waist and pressed her back against the wall. His free hand tangled itself in her hair as he kissed her, pressing his body against hers so he could feel more of her.
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 22:48:42 GMT -5
Rose blushed as she felt Whiskey's hard, masculine body trapping her against the wall. She hated herself for blushing, but she did so anyways. She bit at his lip as a thought popped into her head. This kiss was somehow different than the last one, though she couldn't put her finger on the exact reason just yet.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 22:55:53 GMT -5
He kissed her like he meant it -- because he did. She was soft and warm and gorgeous...and thinking about how good she felt against him made him growl deep in his throat as his hand scrunched in her hair.
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 23:07:21 GMT -5
Duh. It was because neither of them were the least bit drunk this time. She didn't taste any whiskey as she kissed him, and she found she rather preferred it that way. But, still, when she heard his growl, she turned her head away. Don't want to take it too far now, do we?
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 23:14:51 GMT -5
When she broke the kiss, he almost groaned. His forehead pressed against the side of her head, and he licked his lips. "Ya stopped..." He really wasn't ready to stop.
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Post by Rose on Oct 18, 2011 23:17:54 GMT -5
"Very observant," she replied in her usual jaded yet snarky tone. "I figured we both needed to come up for some air."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 18, 2011 23:19:12 GMT -5
He swallowed with some difficulty, his nose nudging against her temple. "Yer gonna kill me, Rosie..."
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