Holy living fuck, that was intense. Alana was sweaty and breathing rapidly as she rolled slightly to the side, hands grasping at flesh and fabric -- whatever she could grab.
She muttered something into his shoulder -- a curse, a pet name. Nothing that took thought, because she wasn't thinking any more than he was.
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Date: 2015-09-28 09:33 pm (UTC)She muttered something into his shoulder -- a curse, a pet name. Nothing that took thought, because she wasn't thinking any more than he was.
[OOC: Great place for a misping, huh?]