"No, you're not. What you are is," (mine), "magnificent," she answers, savouring these few moments when he indulges her desire to pet and caress him. She is caught in his gravity well, everything she knows to be true has been pulled askew. She just knows that he is what she wants, for as long as time permits.
She pulls him close for a lingering, deep, soulful kiss, running her hands through his hair and down his back, feeding that energy back to him. When she finally lets him go, a little of her equilibrium has returned.
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Date: 2010-02-19 07:23 pm (UTC)She pulls him close for a lingering, deep, soulful kiss, running her hands through his hair and down his back, feeding that energy back to him. When she finally lets him go, a little of her equilibrium has returned.
"A swim sounds delicious, caro."