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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 12:55:54 GMT -5
She smirked, playing along. She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Come on, Skitts. I tried to get you to sleep with me for weeks, you know that."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 12:57:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, well you got me to eventually, you hussy," he teased, smirking. Then he leaned over and kissed her neck.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 13:00:50 GMT -5
She laughed, swatting his arm. "Hey! Who you callin' hussy!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 13:14:40 GMT -5
"Is there someone else in the room with us?" he inquired, smiling against her neck before biting her there playfully.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 13:16:39 GMT -5
She let out a little sigh. She always liked it when he bit at her neck. Like the little bit of pain reminded her she was still alive -- and that she was his.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 13:55:01 GMT -5
He growled playfully, leaning more over her. His hand stroked up and down her side ever so softly, fingers just brushing over her skin.
((In the theater! I am so concerned for this movie. But Taylor Lautner is too hot.))
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 14:00:05 GMT -5
((Haha, terrible actor, but yes, I want to lick him))
She laid back on the mattress, craning her neck to the side for him, closing her eyes. "I--I like when you leave marks..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 17:53:55 GMT -5
((He's better than some of the other people in that movie! I think he's not too bad, but GUH HE IS DREAMY.))
"Oh, do you, now?" he murmured, biting at her neck some more.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 17:59:07 GMT -5
((True. Story.))
She let out a little moan, arching beneath him. "Uh--Uh huh..." She licked her lips. "I--It's probably not too classy, but--but I like when you mark me...I like people knowing I belong to you..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 18:10:14 GMT -5
He smirked against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweetness of her. His hips started rocking involuntarily; he was hard and aching for her already.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 18:12:30 GMT -5
She whimpered a little, needing him. "Mike..." She took his hand, bringing it up to put it at her mound. "Mike...please..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 18:15:13 GMT -5
"Okay, okay," he said, his voice hushed and soothing. He took her mouth softly, using every ounce of restraint he had to keep from just slamming into her. He moved his hand away and teased her entrance.
((Any Rose/Moonshine ideas?))
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 18:16:34 GMT -5
She let out another whimper, arching up. "I--I need you, Michael..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 18:22:08 GMT -5
It might have been caveman-ish of him, but he really liked the sound of that. He entered her fully, letting out a groan as he felt her warmth around him.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 18:24:48 GMT -5
She gasped as he did, bringing a leg up around his middle. "I...oh, Mike, you feel..." She never got tired of this feeling. Ever.
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