Layla grinned a bit, leaning her hand against his cheek for another moment before she pulled away. She bowed her head enough to brush her lips across his hip and up, following the path her fingers had just traversed. The skin was smooth and warmer than the rest of him, and she went over it with a careful sort of thoroughness, using both of her hands more than her mouth. For the moment.
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Date: 2010-07-05 10:43 pm (UTC)