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Author: Lisey Clingman |
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Date Posted: 02:53:23 04/10/11 Sun In reply to: Craig Rhymes 's message, "..::Blood and Leather::.." on 02:21:42 04/10/11 Sun She was about to get dressed when she heard a knock on the door. Still wrapped in her towel, she plodded through the living room towards the door. She wasn't too worried about it being a serial killer on the other side...mid morning and all. And if it was? Why, she'd just shift herself out of the situation. She opened the door a crack, and moved aside when she saw the woman. Her smile, ever bright, was offered. "Hello, what can I...?" The woman caught her off, seemingly a little annoyed with her for leaving her dog in the hallway. The only problem was, she didn't own a dog. "My...my dog?" A dark eyebrow raised slightly, and just then the huge canine trotted into her apartment, taking a seat in the middle of her plush carpeting. She was about to tell the woman the dog wasn't hers, when she caught the animals gaze. Realization dawned almost immediately...the animal had a humans intelligence marked all over its face. That gaze looked familiar, and she thought she knew just who might show up at her door like that. She turned back to the woman, trying to look as apologetic as possible. "Oh dear. I'm so sorry. Thank you for returning him." With that, she closed the door. She then turned towards the massive creature in her living room. He was stunning, more beautiful than any wolf she'd ever seen. And she couldn't believe that somewhere in there was the handsome stranger she'd met last night. If that's how the whole werewolf thing worked, anyway. She wasn't sure. "Oh, you poor lost puppy!" She purred. She was feeling rather sassy this morning, and felt a bit like toying with him. "You must be thirsty after your adventure!" She went to the kitchen, which was open concept with the living room. She opened the cupboard, being sure that he towel slipped down low on her back, outlining every toned, bronze fleshed muscle to his view. She pretended to rummage around the cupboard for a glass, making sure the towel hung precariously off of her small frame. She wasn't wearing a stitch underneath, and hoped that stirred his blood a little too. She wanted to watch him squirm a little. Dark hair swung over one shoulder, she turned back to smile at him mischievously. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| ..::Blood and Leather::.. | Craig Rhymes | 18:42:38 04/10/11 Sun |
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