eirenikos (
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2008-07-14 02:58 am (UTC)
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That's a rather gutteral groan ripped from her throat, which, in case Clark cares, is tilted at an angle so he can get it more easily.
"Gods, Cla-clar--" Eirene can't even think straight now. Fingers dig into his shoulders possibly hard enough to leave a faint mark.
"I'll marry you tomorrow. That's how much." This is after a couple minutes of squirming.
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"Gods, Cla-clar--" Eirene can't even think straight now. Fingers dig into his shoulders possibly hard enough to leave a faint mark.
"I'll marry you tomorrow. That's how much." This is after a couple minutes of squirming.