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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 17:45:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, whenever I get a real job and get out of this hellhole," he smirked. Then the brownies caught his eye. "Would you care for some dessert, milady?"
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 17:47:53 GMT -5
She nodded just a little eyes on his. "I would...but not brownies..." She stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them and capturing his lips in deep, heavy kiss.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 17:55:05 GMT -5
His eyebrows raised as she kissed him, then he began to kiss her back. He wrapped his arms around her middle, hands splayed on her back.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 17:58:09 GMT -5
Her arms went around his neck, fingers playing with his hair lightly as she kissed him. She tried to force all thoughts of Sebastian out of her head, wanting to focus on the boy -- no, the man -- in front of her.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 18:01:25 GMT -5
He winced a bit as she played with his hair. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers. "Mags...I don't think I can hold out any longer... I want you too much."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 18:07:00 GMT -5
She felt a wave of desire course through her at his words and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Yeah..? I--oh, I want you so bad, Mike..." She kissed him again, then looked up at him, chewing her lip. "I--I know you've never done...this...before...I--I don't want to make you feel like you have to..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 18:15:22 GMT -5
A deep pink blush creeped onto his cheeks and he found he couldn't look her in the eye. Sometimes he couldn't believe it himself, that he was a virgin. But he was still pretty young, and he'd been working for the past four years, trying to live an independent life on his own... But still. The ratio of guy non-virgins to guy virgins in the House was pretty uneven.
He looked into her eyes, holding her face in his hands. "Maggie, I want to. Believe me, I want to."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 18:20:09 GMT -5
The fact that Michael was about to lose his virginity to her made this whole thing exponentially more terrifying to Maggie.
She was going to take something that he could never get back. And there was this, though very small, still apparent feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was going to hurt him somehow, when all was said and done, and this would just make it worse.
But she ignored the feeling and replaced it with the feelings of sheer need she'd been having since she broke up with Sebastian. No, even before that. Since Eastman.
She wanted to feel wanted. She wanted to just feel.
She backed up carefully to the blanket he'd spread, and she moved the plate of brownies well out of the way before moving to sit on the blanket.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 18:30:00 GMT -5
He knelt in front of her, leaning over her as he took her lips in his, kissing her like it was the last time he would ever kiss anybody. He gently pushed her onto her back, hovering over her as one hand slid over her curves shakily.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 18:33:35 GMT -5
She kissed him back, nuzzling him gently, wanting to make him feel at ease. She ran her hands up and down his back, soothingly, then her fingers grasped his shirt and carefully tugged it up to untuck it from his pants.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 18:40:32 GMT -5
He semi-rolled off her so he could hastily unbutton his shirt and throw it off. Once he was positioned back over her, he kissed her some more, his hand sliding up slowly underneath her dress.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 18:42:52 GMT -5
This was the first time she was ever able to look at him completely shirtless, and she pulled out of the kiss so she could admire him. Her fingers traced the lines and ridges of his muscles, her insides melting even more at the sight of him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 19:39:27 GMT -5
He squeezed her thigh as he swallowed roughly, watching her look at him. He then attached his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin, wanting to leave his mark on her.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 19:49:17 GMT -5
She let out a moan, closing her eyes as she tilted her head for him, giving him better access to her neck. She didn't even care how many marks he left, or how obvious they were. They made her feel like she belonged to somebody.
She bent one knee up around him, fingers scratching down his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 19:53:37 GMT -5
He would gladly claim her as his own, if that was what she wanted. His hand slid back down and clutched at the hem of her dress. He lifted his head for as long as it took to ask how to take her dress off before going right back to leaving his mark.
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