*he moans at the feeling of having her against him again, the thighswrappedaround smellofrosemary handsclutching taste of her too good to be true. He tongues the skittering pulse in her neck, his fingers smoothing and gently scratching along her backbone.*
Missed you every second. Wanted you *a bite on the collarbone* in my bed, in my arms.
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Date: 2004-10-05 07:31 pm (UTC)Missed you every second. Wanted you *a bite on the collarbone* in my bed, in my arms.