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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 16:31:50 GMT -5
She smiled slowly at him, kissing him gently. "I think I can make that happen."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 0:48:28 GMT -5
Michael gasped, lifting his head off the pillow to look at her better. "You can?! Oh man, if you could do that for me, I would be so grateful."
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 1:08:29 GMT -5
She laughed, swatting at his arm playfully. "You're so weird!" She grinned at him, kissing his cheek.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 1:17:52 GMT -5
"Thanks," he replied, chuckling softly. "I wish I could say the same for you, but I haven't really seen evidence of it..."
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 1:36:08 GMT -5
She laughed again, then rolled over on top of him, laying on him and smiling. "I guess you're not so weird."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 1:39:07 GMT -5
"Oh, thanks," he said, rolling his eyes. "You compliment me then take it back. Real nice, Mags."
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 1:43:25 GMT -5
She giggled, her finger tracing along his chest. "I like the way you call me 'Mags'"
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 1:47:14 GMT -5
He wrapped his arm around her, his hand rubbing her back softly before trailing down. "Do you?" he muttered, bringing his lips to hers.
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 1:54:16 GMT -5
She kissed him, letting out a little pure of contentment. "I do..." She moved against him, trying to get comfortable as they kissed.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 1:57:04 GMT -5
"Tell me, Mags...what else do you like?" he whispered. While she was lying on top of him like this, it was hard to hide the fact that he was getting hard for her again.
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 2:00:25 GMT -5
She felt him stir against her thigh, and she smiled a little coyly. "I like how expressive your face is. I like the way your muscles tense when I touch you. I like the way you look at me." Through this, she peppered slow kisses along his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 2:02:23 GMT -5
He watched her, almost in awe. How did girls do it? "A-anything else?"
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 2:08:37 GMT -5
She continued her kisses. "I like the way you stutter when you're nervous. I like the way you blush all the way to your ears." She lifted her head to meet his eyes. She felt brave now, empowered. "I like the way you feel on top of me, inside of me..."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 2:12:10 GMT -5
He let out a guttural groan before flipping her over onto her back and positioning himself over her, just barely entering her. "Do you mind?"
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 2:17:16 GMT -5
She whimpered, aching for him. "Mike...please..." She lifted her hips, trying to take him in.
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