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2010-12-25 06:09 am (UTC)
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My love.
The words echo through him, a thousand kisses spilling down his spine, the sensation not nearly as intense as it usually is when they're at Milliways.
She tugs her gloves off, and then her coat, letting it fall where it may, too focused on his mouth to care.
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The words echo through him, a thousand kisses spilling down his spine, the sensation not nearly as intense as it usually is when they're at Milliways.
She tugs her gloves off, and then her coat, letting it fall where it may, too focused on his mouth to care.