"Mine," he rumbles as her nails scrape across his skin. He arches his back a bit, bringing his head further down so his lips are lighting across her midsection. His fingers are rougher, calluses catching on smooth skin as he runs them over her.
"Yours," he admits a moment later, finding the scent pocket between her breasts.
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Date: 2009-05-09 03:34 am (UTC)"Yours," he admits a moment later, finding the scent pocket between her breasts.