She continues to weave the web that is part of her Craft, through the room and around them. Each touch, each thought full of sensual heat. Her face glistens with it as she parts her lips, then shifts and stands again.
"Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable..." Her voice is low, husky. Bedroom voice perfected through the centuries, only she's not forcing it this time.
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Date: 2005-07-09 04:32 am (UTC)"Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable..." Her voice is low, husky. Bedroom voice perfected through the centuries, only she's not forcing it this time.