"Well you are a man. Soiled fingernails a probably not a big deal to you. I'm..." she started, but was cut off by his lips against hers, and it sent her arms flailing a bit. She was startled by it, caught off guard, but it only took a beat for it to be returned, arching to mold herself against him, with arms going up around his neck, and a hand in his hair.
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Date: 2010-04-02 05:52 pm (UTC)