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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 17:36:24 GMT -5
"Mm, very." She wiggled her hips a little, snuggling back closer."
((Hey, I have to help my mom clean the kitchen, but I'll be back in like 20 or 30 mins or something.))
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 17:40:07 GMT -5
He winced a bit, but kept control and settled in, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders. "Sweet dreams," he murmured into her ear, kissing her hair.
((Okay! Also I sent Moonshine a PM.))
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:12:44 GMT -5
((Got it!))
She shivered a little as he murmured against her ear, and she angled back, turning her head to see him, meeting his eyes, whispering. "Kiss me, Skitts..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:15:48 GMT -5
He did so, gently pressing his lips to hers. He pulled back, but then went right back in for another one.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:19:26 GMT -5
She kissed him back, snaking one hand up to press her hand to his cheek. She didn't want him to stop kissing her. When his lips were on hers, it was like nothing else in her life existed -- it was an escape into this little bubble where everything was fine and nothing ever went wrong.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:23:13 GMT -5
He nibbled on her bottom lip, inhaling her scent and her taste deeply. Somehow he knew he would never forget what it was like to kiss her.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:26:17 GMT -5
She hummed into the kiss, moving to roll onto her back, pulling him over her to kiss him deeper.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:28:29 GMT -5
He half laid on her, half held his weight up with his elbow propped up by her shoulder. He slid his tongue into her mouth, licking at her teeth and playing with her tongue.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:33:26 GMT -5
She opened her mouth to him, kissing him deeply, but not hard. She took her time, made it more...sensual. Her hand slid up and down his back and she instinctively raised her hips against his lightly.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:38:39 GMT -5
His one hand rested on her waist, though he was itching to touch her everywhere. She had him half hard for the most of the night now, and she knew it - if he touched her anywhere else but her waist, he would be a goner.
He pulled away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck. He could smell the hot chocolate, and he knew he would never be able to drink the stuff without thinking of her.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:42:47 GMT -5
She tilted her head for him, biting her lip. She moved a hand to untuck his shirt, fingers pressing into his bareback. She wanted to touch him again. Seeing him shirtless earlier made her insides melt -- he was all lean muscle and olive-skinned. The fact of the matter was, she melted all over again every time he touched her.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:46:25 GMT -5
The feel of her fingers on his skin was almost too much, but somehow he managed to keep control of himself. He bit at her skin, hard, surely leaving a visible mark for the next day. But he wanted her to think of him everytime she looked in the mirror and saw it. He wanted her to think of him, not that other guy. Not the fucker who broke her.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 18:52:33 GMT -5
The sharp pain of his bite followed by the soothing feel of his lips and tongue drove her a special kind of crazy, and her fingers dug just a little harder against the small of his back. She arched up under him, pressing her hips to his, desperately needing to feel him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 18:57:41 GMT -5
Skittery was about to speak up when someone tried to open the parlor door. When they found it to be locked, they knocked.
"Yeah, occupied, thanks," Skittery called out, grumbling a bit as he moved back to his sleeping position.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 19:00:07 GMT -5
Script sighed, a string of courses flashing across her brain. "Seriously? Am I just like a bad luck magnet or something?"
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