Surreal's back arched off the bed a time or two. She cried out softly when he moved over sensitive spots, her fingers tightening in his hair, drifting over his face, touching wherever she could reach.
A sort of wondering, not shy, but reaching toward the rarity of it all.
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Date: 2006-01-24 02:15 am (UTC)A sort of wondering, not shy, but reaching toward the rarity of it all.
*Rainier...*