She's shifting in his arms, pulling away and turning, her hands reaching for him, skimming up his torso. She moves into his arms, her mouth finding his in a desperate, hungry kiss. She lies beside him, one hand on his cheek, the other on his hip, urging him closer.
Her scent is a complex tapestry of desire and hunger and a submission that is not submission.
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Date: 2009-03-22 03:12 am (UTC)Her scent is a complex tapestry of desire and hunger and a submission that is not submission.
She breathes against his lips, "My love..."