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Date Posted: 09/11/07 3:33pm
Author: Bree
Subject: inside
In reply to: Dane 's message, "Inside" on 09/11/07 3:02pm

"Maybe he gets distracted when he suddenly picks up a mate in a field, also." She stated, resting her head against his chest where his heart was beating strong and steady. "Or when he is planning ways to drug her to sleep and keep her locked up in a room." She grinned just a touch, teasing as she recalled the incident at Caithness. Of course, he had soon after realized the error in what he had done and made up for it but still, the man deserved to be given a hard time now and again. When he pointed the book out once more, she ducked her head to gaze at it, her brow furrowed a touch as she recalled what had happened that day. She didn't want to think on it anymore, she just wanted to stay in the comfortable moment they were sharing. Without a word, she reached up and turned the page, moving on from the matter thing. Satisifed that the subject would be dropped, she let her hand fall back down to his abdomen, resting there for a moment as he went back to his reading. A few long minutes passed before she happened to notice that he was making a bit of a tent in the flannel pants he was wearing. A sweet, tender expression crossed her face then and she shifted her hand, sliding it beneath the waist of his pants so her small hand could wrap around him. Making no big deal of it all, she began to softly stroke him, just absently touching him, teasing and petting and touching because she enjoyed it. It wasn't hurried, in fact the touch was almost lazy. Her cheek still rested on his chest and her eyes were on the book, though her hand never ceased its movements. It never failed to amaze her how virile this man was and it was just a bit humbling to know that she affected him the way that she did - so easily and so quickly.

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Inside -- Dane, 09/11/07 3:46pm