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Subject: The young woman makes her way towards the river, arm linked with a handsome young man... Author: Laura [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:22:06 03/30/01 Fri Glancing down at her ivory gown, she rolls her icy blue eyes and stiffles a sigh. "I knew I should have changed. Fancy dress is not my style...and not at all comfortable either." Grimacing a bit as the heavy skirts weigh down on her, she reluctently lets go of Pats arm and takes her skirts in hand. As they near the river, she bites her bottom lip in thought, then makes a mad dash towards it. Stopping short as she reaches the riverbank, she drops down and slips off her shoes and pulls of her stockings. Then splashing her bare feet into the cold water, a slight shiver runs down her spine, thought she ignores it. Looking back, she motions for Patrick to sit beside her. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Watching her walk off he strips of his large white shirt, along his strong built body a few gashes slash across his chest, back and one runs from the back of his shoulder clear to his navel on the other edge. The scars a a bright red still but seem to be fading gently with time. "Laura love. if you don't like the clothes." Lays back on the grassy knoll. "Take them off!" Laughs jovially and closes his eyes, the dappled sunlight drifting through the heavy wood.* (NT) Pat 13:37:13 03/30/01 Fri Glancing over at him... -- Laura, 17:10:36 03/30/01 Fri *Not hiding his dissapointment he sighs and rolls over and looks at her. Isn't that at all uncomfortable?" Laughs softly and rolls back onto his back enjoying the rays that now are waning from their view. "Getting Dark..."* (NT) -- Patrick, 17:14:06 03/30/01 Fri Laughing softly, she lays back and rolls over onto her stomach.... -- Laura, 17:28:41 03/30/01 Fri *Sighing heavily he laughs airly as she runs a hand along his scar. Pressing her hand away he laughs "That tickles!" Giggling like a small girl he sighs and looks quite the opposite now. "Why not? What have I done to you, for you not.." Debates on continuing but gives it up and sighs. His large hands run through her long black hair.* (NT) -- Patrick, 17:50:42 03/30/01 Fri Laughs lightly, blue eyes dancing.... -- Laura, 19:52:12 03/30/01 Fri *Standing up slowly he slides his own shirt over his head. Without a word he places his hands on her shoulders and kisses her deeply. Then looks down at her with great interest. "Need some help?" Looks down at her button and grins slyly. His subtle charms seeming to dissapear on the spot.* (NT) -- Patrick, 19:54:08 03/30/01 Fri Relaxing a bit, she smiles and shakes her head slowly. "Maybe next time. At the moment I really have to be going..." Letting her voice fade off, she stiffles a sigh and finishes buttoning up her dress. Then throwing her arms about his neck, she presses her lips against his in a passionate kiss. After several moments she pulls away; and taking skirts in hand, begins a dead run towards the castle to change. (NT) -- Laura, 20:03:16 03/30/01 Fri *Waking from his make-shift camp site, the shirt rolled under his head proved useful as a pillow. Groggily sliding it over his head he overhears the commotion from the enchanted forest, knowing it must be where Laura is. An overwhelming shaking comes over him and he grips his knees tight to his chest and sighs and goes limp against the soft ground, still awake but tired as ever.* (NT) -- Pat, 16:34:00 03/31/01 Sat