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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:14:15 GMT -5
He blushed a bit, too. "Yeah, probably..."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:15:52 GMT -5
She smiled, touching his cheek, then kissing his jaw, nipping a little with her teeth. "You made it difficult to be just friends."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:24:09 GMT -5
"I made it difficult? I did? No, no, no ma'am. You're the one who made it difficult." He tangled his fingers in her curls, brushing his thumb up and down her jaw line.
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:25:56 GMT -5
She kept her voice soft and quiet, glad she'd locked her bedroom door. "Nuh uh...it was you. You were so tall and muscular and attractive...and then the way you kissed me and touched me...I didn't have a chance."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:37:46 GMT -5
He blushed again, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Neither of us did, I guess..."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:40:38 GMT -5
She smiled, then pressed her lips to a spot just under his jaw, letting them linger there.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:45:30 GMT -5
His skin tingled there, but he resisted the urge to kiss her more. "You should get some rest. It's been a...tough day for you."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:47:41 GMT -5
"Mhm." She trailed her mouth gently down his neck, nipping a little, tasting his skin with her tongue.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:52:27 GMT -5
"Mags..." There was a warning tone in his voice.
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:55:21 GMT -5
She liked when he took that tone with her. It mad her feel like she wasn't such a good girl, after all. She nipped at his skin, then sucked at a spot on his neck.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:58:31 GMT -5
He hissed, grasping at her nightgown on her back. "Come on, this -- this isn't the time or place. Especially not the place."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 16:00:17 GMT -5
She didn't say anything, just sucked harder, leaving a mark. Her hands slid up under his shirt, moving up and down his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 17:05:36 GMT -5
He inhaled sharply, arms coming around to grab hers, trying to pull them away from him. "Okay, seriously. I can't do this when your dad is in the next room."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 17:08:45 GMT -5
"It's late now," she purred against his throat. "Daddy went to bed, and he snores like a freight train." She bit him softly, leaving another mark, her hands unbuttoning his shirt.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 17:13:47 GMT -5
"But do you know how guilty I'm gonna feel?!" he hissed, his brow furrowed. "I may not be Catholic, but your dad is!"
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