Kite Morian, Sunnydale High Class of '03 (
formoftherapy) wrote2010-06-27 06:12 pm
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It's a Saturday, nothing special about it.
Kite, having done all of the homework she plans on doing and unable to settle on what to do next, grabs for her phone.
She calls Tony's house. (Nothing special about that, either.)
Kite, having done all of the homework she plans on doing and unable to settle on what to do next, grabs for her phone.
She calls Tony's house. (Nothing special about that, either.)
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"You telling me you're not ever going to pull up the tapes just for yourself?"
Her mouth works in toward his throat.
"Not gonna put your own hand around your throat and remember?"
A kiss for the place on his throat where her thumbs overlapped when she squeezed; she lifts her head and slides her mouth closer to his ear.
"Not gonna curse and cry when it isn't as good?"
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He shudders, moaning softly.
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She slides one hand up from his hip to his shoulder, very careful not to touch his throat yet. Her other hand winds in his hair, turning his head for a rough kiss.
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As she kisses him, her hand moves steadily closer to his neck. When she breaks for air, her thumb draws a hard line over the base of his throat.
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"There anything else you'd like?"
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She kisses the smile.
"I just thought it would be polite to ask."
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"I have my moments."
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"I'd like to share you with Tony."
And what this really means is that, just maybe, he might not mind sharing Tony with her.
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"I think I'd like that."
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