She shivers. Lips part, melt into his briefly before brushing over them.
Mother Night...
Her palm rests on his chest, heat pulsing through it, sliding over his skin. Breath caught in anticipation as she arches a bit, her breasts pressing into his chest, nipples already aching through the thin fabric that separates them.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:44 pm (UTC)Mother Night...
Her palm rests on his chest, heat pulsing through it, sliding over his skin. Breath caught in anticipation as she arches a bit, her breasts pressing into his chest, nipples already aching through the thin fabric that separates them.