Surprised, but by no means displeased, Jamie pressed against her with the length of his body. Bracing himself on the wall with one hand, the other drifted down the front of her dress, resting high along her thigh. Heart racing, his fingers curled in the fabric, insistently pulling it upwards to expose long, lean legs, though standing in the dark meant he couldn't fully appreciate them outside of touch.
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Date: 2010-02-20 05:46 am (UTC)But touch, it has to be said, is plenty.