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Date Posted: 07:28:22 03/06/07 Tue
Author: Chelle
Subject: Anywhere you go love, I will follow
In reply to: Lucian 's message, "A holiday from real" on 06:58:42 03/06/07 Tue

When she had asked him to accompany her, he'd said he would distract her and distracting her he definitely was. Her lips were soft and warm underneath his, completely, sweetly, returning his kiss. Her eyes were closed and her touch was gently as she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. Usually, from what she heard, sex in the backseat was generally rushed and needy but this...she was feeling so emotional and so intensely affectionate towards him that it made everything seem even more tender and achingly soft than normal. Her tongue gently teased over his lips, tasting him. "You always taste so good..." She whimpered softly, her eyes squeezing more tightly shut. She wasn't sure exactly what had her heart swelling, her throat tight with emotions towards him but she wasn't fighting it. She would never fight what she felt for him, ever. He was a very, very special boy and she was lucky to have him in her life for however long he would be there, she wouldn't take him for granted, or take his presense in her life as a given. She would appreciate each and every day and each and every touch. Her hand cupped his jaw as he shifted her to straddle him. "To bad I'm not wearing a skirt..." She murmured, the jeans were a hassle for sure.

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