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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:10:33 GMT -5
She moved her hand to the top of her corset, right in front. "You just need to unhook it, see. Like this." She begin the process of unhooking each tiny hook that ran the length of it.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:14:46 GMT -5
He watched her for a few seconds, eyes wide. Then he stepped up to her and took over the job. His eyes turned dark as he looked down at her, aching with need for her.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:17:30 GMT -5
She watched him, her breathing heavy. When she was finally free of the corset, she took a deep breath, standing and facing him, not touching him just yet.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:19:38 GMT -5
He slid one arm around her waist, pulling her toward him and kissing her lips. His other hand cupped her breast, massaging gently.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:23:46 GMT -5
She pressed against him as close as she could, deepening the kiss with a little moan and closing her eyes.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:25:10 GMT -5
His lips still attached to hers, he mumbled "m'shirt needs t'be taken off."
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:27:10 GMT -5
She nodded vaguely, kissing him a little harder, hands moving to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, finally just ripping it open. "I'll fix that tomorrow..." She pushed the shirt off, tossing it aside.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:30:03 GMT -5
"Ah, who cares? Suit's not mine anyways," he replied, laughing. Then he pushed her gently onto the couch before undoing his pants.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:31:20 GMT -5
She wiggled out of her undies and stockings, then smiled up at him, glad the fire had made the room so warm.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:33:59 GMT -5
He grew hard at just the sight of her, letting out a groan as he pulled his pants and underwear down, tripping over them a bit as he made his way to the couch.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, lowering himself over her.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:35:33 GMT -5
She blushed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he joined her on the couch. "You make me feel beautiful, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:39:05 GMT -5
He lowered his head and kissed her neck, slowly making his way down to her breast.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:41:51 GMT -5
She arched beneath him, letting out a breath and closing her eyes. "I--tell me you love me again, Michael..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 4, 2011 20:46:28 GMT -5
"I love you Mags," he muttered against her skin, sucking on her nipple.
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Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:48:28 GMT -5
She moaned softly, biting her lip. "I--I love you, too, S--Skitts. Michael...oh, Mike..." She arched under his touch.
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