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[drama_maureen]

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Maureen yanked on a string hanging from the ceiling, and a dim light flickered in the games closet, revealing that she was shoved between Scrabble and Candy Land.

"Maybe I should have asked you if you were claustraphobic," Maureen said, wrapping an arm around Greg from Vegas' neck.

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[sanders_csi]

"Not me," he replied, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to kiss the corner of her mouth.

[drama_maureen]

"Good," she purred, kissing his jaw, then the side of his neck, then his throat. "Maybe you're the type who gets hot at the prospect of getting caught instead."

[sanders_csi]

His other hand moved lower, tipping a deck of cards onto the floor as he reached up under her skirt. "Never been caught yet," he murmured.

[drama_maureen]

"I'll try not to get too... loud," Maureen said suggestively, turning her head a little and flicking her tongue against his ear. One of her hands slid down and cupped his groin through his pants.