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here at the Midsummer Party]He pulled at her, tilting his head down and toward her as she absently kissed at his neck. It was... well, unexpected. Clearly he should have had a better notion of who she was, other than the line that kept playing through his head of 'please let it be Nita,' over and over again
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"I'd rather you be kissing me then a stranger."
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He slid his hand up to her face and gently pulled up the mask. His face instantly brightened when he saw it was, in fact, Nita. "There you are," he said, and went in for another kiss, rather a bit softer than the previous one.
George almost tripped himself up as he gently backed Nita, who was very much the girl he'd hoped to find under the mask, against a nearby tree.
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And her nails ran across his lower back through his shirt, making a noise against his mouth. "Here I am," she said, her eyes flicking up to his face. "Now what're you going to do?" She grinned, running her tongue over her lips.
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Well, until Other Factors were introduced, but even though George was that sort of fellow he though Nita probably wasn't that sort of bird. Lady perhaps was a more apt term for her. He finally backed off, and he smiled as he looked down on her, his hair falling down into his face in straight, red chunks.
He cleared his throat softly. "I was hoping that was you," he admitted, his smile crooked as both hands slid to her waist.
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Her skin was rosy with wine, and just how much she wanted him to kiss her- and even she didn't know if it was the wine, the night, or that there was someone who actually wanted this - with her.
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