"I'm good at it." She let him move her around while she kept her hands on him. Watching was nice, touching was nicer. "I like your hands." She watched his fingers on her skin, pale pink on creamy white. It was a wonder they survived the desert at all.
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Date: 2013-10-11 04:39 am (UTC)