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Post by Lucy Christos on Aug 4, 2008 5:46:37 GMT -5
Loo turned and faced him, arms going back around his neck and swaying with him. Her body found how to fit with his and she moved. Something was different this time... This just didnt really seem like dancing any more.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 4, 2008 5:50:00 GMT -5
Pol's hands ran down her back, then returned to her shoulders. He leant her back, curling her spine and supporting her as she arched against him, then he swept her back up to they were nose to nose, cheek to cheek. Letting his hands wander from her shoulders, he murmured. "You need to go home and sleep this off..."
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Post by Lucy Christos on Aug 4, 2008 5:59:19 GMT -5
"Only if you take me home." She asked, not really giving him a choice.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 4, 2008 6:03:16 GMT -5
His fingers clawed at her bare thigh, and grew her body closer to his as they dipped to the beat. "Do I have a choice?" He murmured, teasing loosely. Pol kissed her cheek, and they vanished. He took her home, to her room.
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Post by Bails on Aug 4, 2008 6:06:52 GMT -5
Lucy, in typical fashion, started to undress the moment they touched ground. Her dress fell off as she untied the haltar and her shoes were kicked into the closet. What was left wasn't much at all. Her eyes glowed a little at Pol. "You know, Im still feeling extremely good." She pronounced as she sat on her bed, crossing her legs.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 4, 2008 6:08:48 GMT -5
He rubbed a hand through his hair, and wet his lips. "You'll feel it in the morning." He chuckled, and kept his distance. "Go to bed Lucy-lu.."
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Post by Lucy Christos on Aug 4, 2008 6:11:41 GMT -5
"You know, Pol, you're supposed to be this big, scary devil of Lust." She mocked him, "But here I am naked and drunk and you have barely made a move on me. That leads me to believe that you're not very good at your job."
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Post by Apollo Christos on Aug 4, 2008 6:13:11 GMT -5
"You every other girl though are you?" He murmured, struggling not to watch her every move.
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