There were words. Nice words. They never make it across her lips. She can only nod, her eyes drifting closed as she focuses on his touch, murmuring something incoherent, hissing quietly. Her tone is unmistakeable. It feels amazing.
She shifts just enough to catch his mouth, kissing him slow and deep, connecting again, all passion and that delicious slow fire that makes them what they are.
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Date: 2010-05-28 06:53 pm (UTC)She shifts just enough to catch his mouth, kissing him slow and deep, connecting again, all passion and that delicious slow fire that makes them what they are.