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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:29:16 GMT -5
"Well, if I hadn't been there, I wouldn't have known. But if I one had tonight, while I was there, I woulda politely cut in. Then politely stepped on his toes," he replied, smirking, obviously very pleased with himself.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:30:47 GMT -5
She smirked, then bit her lip thoughtfully. "I woulda' told you, ya know. If I danced with somebody and you weren't there. I woulda' come home and told you. I wouldn't have kept it from you."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:33:50 GMT -5
"Well then I woulda found him and punched him," he said, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:35:37 GMT -5
She giggled, helping to hold him steady. "Oh, so I'm all yours, huh? I belong to you?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:39:52 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," he replied, spotting the House up ahead. Thank goodness because his head was starting to spin. "I mean, that's what this means," he said as he pointed to a mark on her neck she had tried to cover up with powder.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:41:08 GMT -5
She blushed, but grinned brightly."Is it weird that I kinda love when you do that to me?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:43:54 GMT -5
He bent down and pretended to gnaw at her neck, emitting hungry biting noises.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:45:27 GMT -5
She giggled, shivering pleasantly. "Inside, Skitts. Wait 'til we get inside." She tugged him through the front door, then into the empty parlor, locking the door behind them.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:49:41 GMT -5
He let out a low growl as he guided her over to the couch. "I need ya real bad, Mags. My drunk ass is achin' for ya." Since when did he sound like Moonshine?!
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:54:00 GMT -5
((teehee!))
She felt a shiver run down her body and settle between her thighs. She might have liked him getting a little greedy and rough with her more than she realized. "You have to help me get out of this dress, Mike." She turned her back to him, brushing her hair over her shoulder so he could undo the zipper.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 19:56:20 GMT -5
He tried to focus on the zipper as he attempted to pull it down. But his fingers kept slipping. Then he started laughing. "Oh my god, I am so drunk right now," he said softly through his laughter.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:58:03 GMT -5
She giggled. "Trust me, baby, I know. Now get me outta this thing."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:00:21 GMT -5
He finally managed to get the zipper all the way down, but then he was faced with a bigger dilemma. Her corset.
"Well, shit."
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:02:53 GMT -5
She laughed, wiggling out of the dress and tossing it onto a chair. She turned to face him, breasts heaving in the corset, glad she opted for the matching panties.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:08:18 GMT -5
He stared at the contraption, scratching his head. "How do I get it off?"
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