His breath comes slow but ragged, head falling back a little. Fingertips digging into her shoulder, into her thigh. After a moment he forces the hand on her thigh to relax. And his fingertips slip between her legs, over their joining. Brushing through her curls, brushing at the dampness there.
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Date: 2005-07-15 03:21 am (UTC)