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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 22:37:08 GMT -5
Flea raised his hand up from behind his head, and spread his palms wide, "like this?" he asked, cocking his head to the left slightly.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 22:41:29 GMT -5
Flea's hands were not that much larger than Dacey's own, although they were rougher, calloused palms from days spent drawing daggers and climbing walls. He intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Well just point me at a wit, and I shall do my duty." he said whispering.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 22:48:25 GMT -5
He kissed her deeply, as his fingers cupped her rear. when they came up for air, he smiled.
"Oh? Like what?" He squeezed her cheek lightly for emphasis.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 22:59:44 GMT -5
Flea's hands went to her laces, fighting with her own fingers, but the teen was nimble, more nimble than most, and he soon had it undone, smiling as he did so.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:06:06 GMT -5
His hands explored her body with more confidence than the last time, his eyes taking in the full shape and beauty of her. Remembering something she had said, he pressed his palm to the inside of her thigh, and as he kissed her, his hand parted her knees slightly.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:09:55 GMT -5
Flea squirmed under the heat of her kisses, but he did not let it wreck his concentration, as he fingertips stroked the petals of her flower gently but insistently.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:18:04 GMT -5
Flea groaned with pleasure of his own, but he tried to follow her murmured suggestions, letting the sounds of her enjoyment guide his hand. He watched her body, and especially her face, as he explored her depths. he's fingers had been made for picking locks, and he was deadset on seeing this one also opened wide to him.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:25:36 GMT -5
Flea helped her wrap her legs around his waist, as he sat up on the bed so that they were face to face. He watched her eyes widen, as he entered and it made him want to hold her tighter still.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:32:00 GMT -5
Flea kissed her, his lips parting hers, his tongue probing her mouth, mimicking the movement of their hips. His hands raised and lowered her, more guiding her than influencing her rhythm.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 23:47:50 GMT -5
Flea smiled, and hesitated slightly, as he considered the beautiful woman beneath him, he gently stroked her inner thigh with the back of his hand, and than slide inside her again with a single movement. Steady, and full of purpose, he took control of their love-making.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:07:01 GMT -5
Flea's mind remembered something she had said before, six months ago, and he strove to be harder and faster than he had been his first hesitant time.. She was not, he reminded himself, a porcelain doll which would break beneath him.
How dare they take his beautiful Dacey away, it occurred to him.
Creak.
She had been his first.
Creak.
His first agent.
Creak.
His first lover.
Creak, Creak.
She should be with him.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
He looked deep into her eyes, as he arched his back, his chest heaving.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:12:43 GMT -5
Collapsing onto her, Flea kissed her back deeply, pulling her tightly against his body, and looking into her eyes, as they laid nose to nose together.
"You know," He said, as he kissed her on the tip of the nose. "You don't have to get in trouble and than apologize if you wanna strip my clothes off." he grinned, "just say so, and I'll be glad to oblige."
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:16:28 GMT -5
Flea smiled, "Good, see that you do." He ran his fingers through her hair, as he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
"Are you going to marry Coldiron?" He asked, feeling stupid for asking and letting it intrude on their little moment.
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:19:25 GMT -5
Flea thought for a moment. "But not his rock... wife right?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 1, 2008 0:23:18 GMT -5
"What if he asks you to be his rock wife though?" Flea asked, propping himself up on his elbow so he could examine her face with those abyss-like black eyes of his.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5