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Post by Bails on Nov 27, 2009 18:17:20 GMT -5
"And what are you seeing off me?" Cali knew what being an empath was- Being the daughter of a witch. Starring up in his face, she ran a thumb over her lips.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 18:19:09 GMT -5
T caught her wrist, and span her sharply into his body, drawing them nose to nose. "Lets just say, your husband wouldnt like the scarlet edges." He purred into her ear.
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Post by Bails on Nov 27, 2009 18:26:01 GMT -5
Cali chuckled, "My husband likes men- Im sure he'd be happy if I had one like you in my bed." Her head went back, body arching into his as they started the dance.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 18:27:37 GMT -5
T played the role out rather well considering he didnt have a clue what he was suppose to be doing. He kept her close, breath hot on her skin. His hands moved down her hips, to the small of her back once more and as she arched into him he leant her back almost to the floor.
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Post by Bails on Nov 27, 2009 18:36:06 GMT -5
Standing up, straightening so they were chest to chest and she let him lead her around the floor, twirling and dipping along the way. He did well enough by her and Cal noticed that they spend less time with space between them. With the tightness of the bodice, her skin underneath felt so sensitive.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 18:37:57 GMT -5
Twirling around the floor nose to nose, T got caught up in her movements, in her very scent. It was true to say he couldnt take his eyes off her, couldn;t pull his brain from his thoughts of her. She was becoming everything he could think of, as passion clouded his judgment, as lust converted his eyes.
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Post by Bails on Nov 27, 2009 18:55:44 GMT -5
The dance stopped and she pulled him to the side, locking them into a room together. Pinning his back against the door, she met his mouth with hers.
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Post by Hayden Black on Nov 27, 2009 18:58:59 GMT -5
T didnt fight her, just pulled her body close to his by her hips. Hands carressing her silken dress, running up her throat to her hair, where he pulld out the clip and let it fall down around her shoulders so he could run his fingers through it.
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