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Post by journeycat on Mar 31, 2010 21:20:05 GMT 10
Title: Sisters Rating: PG-13 Length: 167 words Competitor: Owen Round/Fight: Final Summary: It’s not quite right, but it’s as close as he can get.
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She got out of bed, her skin glowing pale in the moonlight, and began to dress in silence. Owen raised himself on his elbow to watch her. She still had an attractive body, for all that she had born several children and had the stretch marks to prove it. Her breasts were still high and firm, her long legs still strong, and she knew how to use what she had.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night?” he ventured. “Same place, around the same time?”
For a while, she didn’t say anything. He frowned.
“Yes,” she finally said.
Her back was to him, so he couldn’t read her expression, but she held her bare shoulders tensely as she donned her gown. She gathered her cloak, and reached for the doorknob.
“Goodbye,” he said.
She paused, and then closed the door gently behind her.
Owen flopped back down on his pillow, sighing. Adalia of Nond may be a close substitute, but she still couldn’t hold a candle to her sister.
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Post by Lisa on Apr 1, 2010 12:03:00 GMT 10
Ah! Aaaaah!! I'm completely dazzled not only by Owen choosing to do this, but being suave enough to get her into bed. ;D
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Apr 1, 2010 14:12:37 GMT 10
This is all kinds of lovely twistedness!
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