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http://iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com) wrote on December 10th, 2011 at 05:16 am
[She goes still at first, heart hammering in her chest. Somehow the fact that they are in a closed room on the bed makes this more dangerous or more intimate. She breathes out against his neck, one hand tugging slightly at his hair, the other one undoing another button. He hasn't that many left. She presses her hand against his stomach, over the layered shirts.]
 
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