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Post by max on Feb 23, 2010 20:51:14 GMT 10
Midwinter 5 R 175 1/E Joren Smut in a hallway.
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His hands are on her chest and stomach, the lower coiling down to her groin again as she arches her back against his, holding onto him as best she can, and she can feel his laughter thrumming through her own body and between gasps she manages to ask ‘What’s so funny?’ His face is twisted with arousal, less beautiful and more human, and Kel decides she likes him more this way as he murmurs ‘You are.’ Wait. ‘Thinking this has something to do with the season, how we feel,’ and he manages to snort as she moans, his fingers reaching their destination, and his mouth is pressed against her ear, her soft neck roughened by the scrape of his whiskers as he says ‘You know as well as I that this is how we are. Always.’ But then they have to give up on speech, speaking instead with the language of their bodies and when she clings to him, shuddering, she knows that this is how it feels to be whole and alert and alive.
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 24, 2010 12:03:39 GMT 10
This is hot. You have an absolute gift.
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Post by max on Feb 25, 2010 8:37:07 GMT 10
Lol. I wrote it in about 50 seconds.
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