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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:38:12 GMT -5
"No," Matt whispered, playing with the folds on the bottom of her own shirt. "Thank you." He pressed his lips against hers again, pushing her against the wall nearest the two.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:42:37 GMT -5
Lucinda winced a little, still marginably sore. "I didn't do anything." She insisted when she parted for breath- a force of habit now she supposed.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:44:41 GMT -5
"You came back," he pointed out, only whispering now. He pushed against her, trailing kisses down her neck.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:49:35 GMT -5
His hands were warm. Well not warm, but warmer than normal because she was as cold as he was now, so she didn't notice. "How could I not?"
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:51:37 GMT -5
"Doesn't matter," he replied quickly, not paying much attention to what she was saying like he should have been. He was picking her up now, taking her to the bedroom.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:58:00 GMT -5
She wrapped her legs around his waist, she wanted him, sure. But she knew she was still not fully changed yet and didn't know what that meant for her. Matthew didn't seem to be concerned so she kissed his neck as he carried her.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:01:39 GMT -5
Matt didn't stop for a second. He let her fall on to the bed, hoping it wouldn't hurt - it was a bed, for crying out loud, it couldn't hut anybody - and took his place on top of her.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:09:24 GMT -5
She bit her lip as he hovered over her, and pulled from his stream of kisses for a moment. "Is this safe?" She asked, knowing he'd turned her down the other night for this same reason. After she spoke she cut off any words he might have had by pulling her shirt over her head.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:12:12 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to respond - probably with a "Don't know, don't care" answer - but was cut off by, well. By nothing. He just didn't want to speak when there was a beautiful (might I mention shirtless?) lady in front of him, waiting. "It better be," he muttered, trailing kisses down her chest.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:18:27 GMT -5
She took that as a yes, and her toes curled as his lips tickled her. She pulled his shirt over his head and started to work against his jeans.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:22:32 GMT -5
He chuckled quietly, not hesitating before slipping off his jeans and now working on those of Lucinda's. One hand was tangled in her hair, the other sliding in her pants, pushing them off as quickly as he could.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:27:39 GMT -5
She didn't fight him. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and she felt safe in his company. "I love you." She told him.
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