He tightened his arm around her, kissing back. Trailing phantom fingertips down the sides of her legs with little static edges to it. Thought was rapidly retreating in the absence of conversation or new data. All he could do would be to chase his thoughts around in circles anyway.
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:32 pm (UTC)