Which was good. Russell was disgusted, and getting increasingly angry the farther this goes. Trying to drown her out, Clair murmured things against his chest, things she'd like to do to him and things she'd like him to do to her, while her fingertips traced the lines of ribs and muscles.
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Date: 2007-01-01 08:47 am (UTC)