"I can think of at least two," she manages, before it seems more prudent to keep silent, communicating with him in a way almost as old as speech itself. Maybe older.
Her hands lift from his shoulders to tangle in his hair and gently pull him closer, the linen of her robes buffeting against his thighs and waist.
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Date: 2008-03-09 12:16 am (UTC)Her hands lift from his shoulders to tangle in his hair and gently pull him closer, the linen of her robes buffeting against his thighs and waist.