Date: 2011-04-01 02:28 am (UTC)
He would've been happy to swap stories with her, but his blood supply wasn't really running to his brain, currently, at least not in full.

"I'll hear about it later," he murmured against her lips, letting his free hand run down to trace over the soft skin and curves of her body.
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