She leans into his nuzzling, her eyelids fluttering half closed, feeling his hot breath snuffling against the nape of her neck.
Mates can be very distracting when they want to be.
She makes herself take one step and then another, out of the kitchen, around the small couch into the office proper. "Yours," the desk on the left. "Mine," the desk on the right.
There is a light projection on the surface of her desk, a tiny image of the waning moon along with some other data, bar date and time, temperature, etc.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:48 pm (UTC)Mates can be very distracting when they want to be.
She makes herself take one step and then another, out of the kitchen, around the small couch into the office proper. "Yours," the desk on the left. "Mine," the desk on the right.
There is a light projection on the surface of her desk, a tiny image of the waning moon along with some other data, bar date and time, temperature, etc.