River Song (
hell_in_highheels
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2009-04-10 03:31 am (UTC)
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She meets him halfway, a tender, hungry kiss, her desire for him increasing ten fold with that nuzzle. There is a low whine in her throat.
Her arms wind around his neck and she pulls him close.
Mine, my love. Mine.
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Her arms wind around his neck and she pulls him close.
Mine, my love. Mine.