There is an indignant gasp at that, her skin sensitized as it is. "I'll remember, next time," she laughs, wincing a bit as she shifts. There's a dull pain spreading down her shoulder now, and it hurts to move her arm. She settles for pressing that hand against his chest, fingers parallel with his scars.
Her other hand fumbles ineffectually at his own trousers. "Off. Off off off," she growls, playful and demanding.
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Date: 2009-05-20 09:45 pm (UTC)Her other hand fumbles ineffectually at his own trousers. "Off. Off off off," she growls, playful and demanding.