Date: 2009-02-21 02:38 am (UTC)
"Wait," he gasps, fumbling for his belt himself. He pulls the strap free of the loops with one hand on his holster. A moment later the belt's been tossed on the floor and the gun has been carefully placed on the night stand.

want you need you can't get enough

"All right," he amends, returning to her mouth with a passion. One hand tries to assist her with his trousers, though he's distracted by what her hands are doing.
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