Layla took a breath, shivering as she pushed his shirt back. She ran her hands up his sides, then over his chest to his shoulders to start pulling the collar and sleeves of the shirt away from his neck and back. She ducked her head to graze her lips along the shell of his ear as her fingers started to trace the lines of muscles wherever they could find them. They had a lot of opportunities.
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Date: 2010-06-14 11:08 pm (UTC)