"Because it hurt," she whined, but she didn't mean it in a bad way. "You were mean," she accused, shifting into his light touch and shuddering at the gentle sting when his fingertips dipped into a harsh scratch. It made her frown inwardly, looking at his smooth shoulders, his perfect skin. She couldn't admire it later, not even a little bit. Maybe for two seconds and then he was as good as new.
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Date: 2010-06-16 04:45 am (UTC)