"I guess not us," Alana whispered, and nibbled his ear, and didn't make a 'scoring' pun because she couldn't think of a good one. The hand that wasn't scratching at his back buried itself in his hair, and she sucked in her stomach to improve his access to her belt.
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Date: 2015-09-24 09:36 pm (UTC)