She wasn't actually expecting that. Her hand came up, slid against the back of his neck, fingers tracing the increasingly familiar ridges of his skull, the smooth skin and thick muscle that corded down to his shoulders. Her mouth tugged at his, spine arching as the kiss bent her back. Yes, this was what she remembered - the flutter of her heart in her chest, like getting too close to a predator, a big cat, something with teeth.
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Date: 2013-06-15 03:11 am (UTC)