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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 20:46:52 GMT -5
She leaned into him, closing her eyes. "God, I wish everything could just go back to the way it was..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 20:54:23 GMT -5
He did, too. Oh, Lord, he did, too. But he knew things couldn't go back to the way they were. Life didn't work like that. He'd figured that out after months of wishing his family were still alive, but that wish never coming true. So he just held Maggie, kissing her temple and not saying anything.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 20:56:01 GMT -5
"Kiss me, Mike." She tilted her face up at him, eyes sad. "You haven't really kissed me in days..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 20:58:33 GMT -5
He cradled her cheek in his palm and pressed his lips to hers, his eyes shut tightly.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:01:23 GMT -5
She kissed him back, molding her lips to his, urging him to kiss her deeper.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 21:07:55 GMT -5
His other hand tangled in her hair as he touched her lips with his tongue, licking them before pushing past them. He angled his head a different way as his tongue slid over hers and a chill ran down his spine.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:09:05 GMT -5
She let out a soft little moan, arms snaking around his neck as she laid back onto her bed, pulling him down with her.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 21:14:12 GMT -5
He placed one hand above her shoulder to support his weight, the other still sifting through her curls. He kissed her a bit more before pulling away and attaching his lips to her jaw. "I love you so much," he muttered.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:15:47 GMT -5
She shivered, closing her eyes, on hand rubbing his back while the other tangled in his hair. "I--I love you, too, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 21:22:37 GMT -5
His mouth made its way to her ear. He tugged gently on the lobe with his teeth before tracing the delicate inner ridges with his tongue.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:24:18 GMT -5
She arched beneath him, tugging on his hair a little. She'd missed him. "I--I was worried you...you didn't want me...like this...anymore..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 21:34:03 GMT -5
"I'm sorry I made you worry, baby," he whispered before kissing the hollow behind her ear. The hand that had been playing with her hair now slid down her neck, past her collarbone, until it reached her breast. He cupped it in his palm, and even through her shirt she felt wonderful.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:36:54 GMT -5
She let out another soft moan, arching into his touch. Her own hands went to his shirt, unbuttoning it.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 12, 2011 21:45:48 GMT -5
He pulled away from her only long enough to take his shirt off once it was fully unbuttoned; then he resumed his attentions to her neck and breast, though this time his hand slipped underneath her shirt.
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Post by Script on Dec 12, 2011 21:48:34 GMT -5
She whimpered, lifting her hips to rub herself against him. "Mike...please..."
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