She grins, shivering a bit, her head pressing back into the comforter. It takes a moment to find the words and when she speaks, they are languid and low. "Two can play at that game, love. Mmmm. I love the sound of your voice, aaaand your scent. I love your scent."
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:06 am (UTC)