Her hands stroking idle patterns down from his shoulder blades to the small of his back and up again, a soothing touch. She turns her head to his cheek, her alto purr humming against his ear. It takes a long time for the little electric arcs of pleasure to stop trickling through her body, and she's content to hold onto him until they do.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-07-30 11:48 pm (UTC)"Good morning," she murmurs.