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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:00:00 GMT -5
She took her time, brushing her teeth and combing her hair before she finally came out, wearing underwear and an over-sized Harvard tshirt. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him, and smirked. "What the hell is this?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:06:19 GMT -5
"What the hell are pancakes?" he muttered, trying to sound seductive.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:06:58 GMT -5
She snickered, then sauntered over to the bed, scrawling in beside him. "You're ridiculous, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:12:22 GMT -5
"No, this shirt is ridiculous," he said, tugging at her t-shirt. "What I am is stupid..."
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:14:57 GMT -5
She giggled, kissing his forehead as she laid beside him. "You're not stupid, baby."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:18:54 GMT -5
"I'm glad you think so, because you don't deserve to sleep with a stupid guy..." He kissed her, his hand splayed on her thigh.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:21:58 GMT -5
She kissed him back, laughing softly. "God, you're amazing."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:26:00 GMT -5
"...In bed?" He quirked an eyebrow.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:33:02 GMT -5
She giggled, rolling him onto his back and straddling him. "There, too."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:45:40 GMT -5
He smiled up at her, his hands caressing her upper thighs gently. "So, am I forgiven for being an asshat?"
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:48:22 GMT -5
She laughed, leaning down to kiss him. "Of course you are, baby. I couldn't stay mad at you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:51:39 GMT -5
"Probably shouldn't ever tell a guy that. Makes him think he can get away with anything..." Before she could respond, he kissed her deeply, parting her lips with his tongue.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:53:10 GMT -5
She shifted against his thighs, hands pressing into his chest as she kissed him back passionately.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 23:58:09 GMT -5
He moaned into her mouth, hands pushing at her thighs to move her back. He was already hard and aching for her.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 23:59:57 GMT -5
She smirked, not rushing. "Hey, now...aren't you the one fixated on using condoms?"
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