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Date Posted: 10:02:07 03/05/07 Mon
Author: Chelle
Subject: I wanna love you
In reply to: Lucian 's message, "A holiday from real" on 09:32:50 03/05/07 Mon

She laughed as he tugged her back down and shook her head, sticking out her tongue at him with a huff. "You, my darling, beautiful boy, are lazy. Outright lazy." She shook her head in playful disappointment before she leaned up to press her lips to kiss him, her eyes closing for a moment before she sighed softly, her hand moving to cup his jaw for a moment. She really was falling for this boy and it was kind of scary to her, a little overwhelming. She didn't want to be in love alone. Shaking away those thoughts, she just smiled more brightly, tipping her head to the side as she gazed up at him. "Come on honey, stop being lazy." She grinned a little, brushing her hand over his head. "I need your muscle, I am not strong enough to carry those big tree's." She pouted softly, looking up at him through her thick dark lashes. Her hand slid up his chest, over the muscle there as if showing that he had them and she didn't. As comfortable as she was lazing about in the sunshine with them, she had volunteered herself - and him - to help out and that's what they needed to do. Her hand lifted over his shoulder, running down his arm to entwine their fingers and stand up again.

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