*It's nothing. Just...tired. From the last few days* Weeks. Months. Years. Centuries.
Something.
She was far too aware of him under her, still pressed intimately against her, and for some reason the fact that she didn't want to move made her cry harder.
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Date: 2006-01-24 04:21 pm (UTC)*It's nothing. Just...tired. From the last few days* Weeks. Months. Years. Centuries.
Something.
She was far too aware of him under her, still pressed intimately against her, and for some reason the fact that she didn't want to move made her cry harder.