By the time she got to the shirt, she'd already made her way through layers of clothing and a watch chain. Under the shirt, he was warm and smooth and lovely, and his hair tickled her chin as his lips made their way along her collarbone. He'd shut everything out--he couldn't hear anyone's mind at this point.
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Date: 2007-01-01 08:00 am (UTC)