And he'll kiss her, his hands going to her hair again, pulling her down and kissing her so hard he could, if he was inclined, steal her breath. One hand creeps up to cup a breast. But eventually.."Amaya, you aren't thinking. I am not going to dishonor you by having you on a bloody sofa."
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Date: 2009-06-11 06:18 am (UTC)