Generally speaking, when people say my name, it's with derision -- disdain, annoyance, anger. On the odd occasion -- the sort of occasion I've come to treasure since it happens at a rate once in a blue moon -- it's said with something close to fondness. Layla's said my name twice, now, in as many minutes, and the desperate edge to her voice is almost unfamiliar. I can't even remember the last time I've been wanted.
Sucking at the hollow where her neck met her shoulder, he straightened long enough to catch her bottom lip between his teeth, then sunk down to his knees, settling between her legs, his hands still holding up her dress. Breathless, he pressed a kiss over her panties, his fingers itching to push them out of the way.
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Date: 2010-02-21 06:46 am (UTC)Sucking at the hollow where her neck met her shoulder, he straightened long enough to catch her bottom lip between his teeth, then sunk down to his knees, settling between her legs, his hands still holding up her dress. Breathless, he pressed a kiss over her panties, his fingers itching to push them out of the way.
Layla, you've got me on my knees.