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Post by Script on Nov 21, 2011 22:51:40 GMT -5
She latched onto him immediately, arms around his neck, fingers in his hair. She'd been wanting to do this all day.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 21, 2011 22:55:18 GMT -5
"God, I thought I was going to explode at the pavilion earlier," he murmured against her lips before nipping at them. ((I am beat! But I got my quota read for the day  night!)) |
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Post by Script on Nov 21, 2011 22:58:16 GMT -5
((Night!))
She giggled, kissing him. "It took everything in me not to jump you and do you right there on the floor." She nuzzled him a little. "Come on. Let's get outta here."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 8:56:13 GMT -5
"Right," he agreed. He gave her ass a small squeeze before throwing his backpack into the row boat tied to the dock and stepping in carefully. He held his hand out to help Maggie.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 10:06:52 GMT -5
She squeaked a little when he squeezed her, then laughed, settling into the boat. "I feel like it's been weeks since I've been alone with you, and it's only been a day."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 10:35:43 GMT -5
Michael took out the oars after untying the boat and started rowing out to the small island that held the even smaller cabin. "Barely got any sleep last night," he muttered, teeth gritted as he rowed the boat across the lake.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 10:43:43 GMT -5
She faced him, her eyes watching the muscles in his arms flex as he rowed. "Aw, you didn't sleep?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 11:17:12 GMT -5
"Some, but it wasn't great. Don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight, either..." The stern line of concentration on his mouth turned briefly into a smirk.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 13:06:30 GMT -5
She smirked right back at him, meeting his eyes. When they reached the island, she let him help her out of the boat, grabbing her bag. She led the way up to the house, opening the door and flipping on the lights.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 14:10:44 GMT -5
He threw his backpack on the floor near the bed and wrapped his arms around Maggie from behind, bending down to plant kisses on her neck.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 14:13:15 GMT -5
She giggled, leaning back against him, arms sliding over his where they held her. "Mm, I missed you. Is that weird? To miss you after only a few hours?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 15:09:12 GMT -5
"No, I missed you, too," he murmured, his lips brushing over her skin. He had especially missed the taste of her and the feel of her. He slowly made his way toward the bed, pushing her as he went.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 15:10:54 GMT -5
She turned in his arms so that when they reached the bed, she could lay back on it, scooting back against the pillows. She looked up at him, smiling.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 22, 2011 15:15:17 GMT -5
He took his shirt off in one swift movement, letting it fall to the floor next to his backpack. He crawled over her, his heart racing with anticipation.
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Post by Script on Nov 22, 2011 15:18:30 GMT -5
She slipped her own shirt off, then wiggled out of her jeans. She'd worn her most va-va-voomy bar and panties she owned, glad she brought them for just such an occasion.
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night!))