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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 22:29:25 GMT -5
She whimpered, moving harder against him, then arched up as she reached her peak, breathing out his name.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 22:33:23 GMT -5
He was only able to thrust once more before pulling out and letting out his release. He groaned as he did so, then half collapsed onto her.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 22:36:07 GMT -5
She held him against her, kissing his hair. "I'm never gonna get tired of that..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 22:39:53 GMT -5
He laughed as loudly as he was able, which is to say he let out a soft chuckle. "Good, cause neither am I." He lifted himself up and reached over to the coffee table for a tissue, cleaning up after himself silently.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 22:41:11 GMT -5
She watched him, biting her lip. After a few moments of silence, she asked in a small voice, "Mike...how do you feel about me?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 22:45:24 GMT -5
He glanced over at her, reaching down to get their clothes. "Well, I like ya more than I like anyone else. And I care about ya a whole lot."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 22:49:24 GMT -5
She nodded, slipping her pants back on. She put on her bra and put her shirt on, but didn't button it right away. "Yeah. Me too."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 22:54:13 GMT -5
He watched her for a bit, studying her expression. "Why did ya ask?"
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 22:55:56 GMT -5
She bit her lip, buttoning her shirt so she wouldn't have to look at him. "Just wondering."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 23:00:16 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow even more. "Maggie, is something bothering you...?"
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 23:02:35 GMT -5
She still didn't look at him, focusing on her buttons. "No. Why would you say that?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 6, 2011 8:58:19 GMT -5
"Because... You keep buttoning then unbuttoning your shirt... And you're not looking at me..." He was getting worried now.
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Post by Script on Dec 6, 2011 13:44:27 GMT -5
She let out a breath, biting her lip. She glanced over at him carefully. "I--oh, Michael..." She lifted her head up to look at him, her eyes watering. "I'm--I have all of these feelings, strong feelings...and it's a little terrifying..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 6, 2011 15:36:52 GMT -5
He cautiously put an arm around her shoulders, scooting close to her. "What do you mean?" he asked softly.
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Post by Script on Dec 6, 2011 15:40:10 GMT -5
She sniffled, eyes welling up. Everything would be so much easier if he wasn't so damn caring. "I--you overwhelm me, Mike...Sometimes I look at you and my heart feels like it's gonna burst outta my chest..."
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