"You talk too much," she gasped out, starting to feel light-headed, her skin shivering, bare and cold in the night air--and not from his roaming hands. She didn't care about his incessant rambling, his stupid enlightened psycho babble about all her irrelevant motives--fictional and not. "Not enough screaming," she forced out, and gave him everything left in her weak body, the electricity flowing into him in thick, brutal streams.
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Date: 2009-10-28 06:30 am (UTC)