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[arrowthruhearts]

Cupid's arrow!
You've been hit with the love arrow via cupid! She's a sneaky little devil and caught you when you weren't looking! For whatever reason she thought you needed a little help for this Valentine's Day.

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[yeomanbeehive]

[Feels something like a bee-sting on the back of her leg and she twists to see what got her.] Oh, please don't be something deadly.

[yeomanbeehive]

[her kisses are turning greedy almost, like she's trying to steal his breath right away, teeth nibbling every time she needs to take in a quick gulp of air. she's moaning, the kind of sounds that normally make her want to hide her face and laugh, but now she can't stop, especially when she slides her leg down just a little bit, just enough to dig her heel into the small of his back, the roll of her hips matching his.] I've thought about this before. About you. [she admitted, for some reason she really couldn't place, she felt like spilling her soul just then. her voice was low, breathy as her kisses and bites started along his jaw.]

Sometimes it's just for a second - passing thought on the, mmmm, the bridge. But sometimes, when I can't fall asleep, I touch myself with you on my mind. [why is she talking so much, this isn't time for talk. she bites high up on his neck, open-mouthed kisses that somehow she remembers not to leave marks with. it's tempting though, so so tempting.] There were times I - needed to moan into the pillow,

[warpfactor_sexy]

*okay this is ridiculous, because she's still got her underwear on and he's still wearing pants, for fuck's sake, and why does he have those on? If he had his pants off and tore her underwear right the hell off her body he could be moving inside her right now, which is really what he wants to do more than anything else that he thinks he's ever wanted to do before, ever. Especially after she starts talking, saying all these nasty hot things in his ear about touching herself, about letting her fingers get down to where he wants to be, about how she was thinking about him doing the things to her that he's going to have to do in a minute unless before he explodes. His hands are roaming over her body, her breasts warm and firm under his fingers, and he slides a hand down under her panties, between her legs, between their bodies, and he's stroking her, rubbing his fingers against her* God, that's the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my life.

[yeomanbeehive]

[while everything seemed to be a blur up until now, lips and hands moving over his skin, scratching and nibbling, trying to bring him closer somehow even though he was right there, his wandering hands brought everything into focus. what she really wanted it was perfectly clear now. she needed him to take her, needed to be fucked into the mattress until they couldn't move. she moaned and giggled, because he was egging her on really, and more dirty secrets were about to spill but then his hands were in her panties, they were probably damp, more than damp, but she didn't feel ashamed at all. no, she was keening for that touch, 'please please' falling from her as her hips rocked. she reached down with one hand after a little while, fumbling with his belt, sure that she'd combust if he wasn't inside of her soon.]