"Your hair is beautiful though..mine makes me look like a twelve year old." He smiled gently, his hand sliding down to her hip to gently knead there before his other hand tipped down her jaw so he could place a warm kiss there. "So you gonna let me hold you tonight, or what?" His brow was cocked almost teasingly, absently shifting beneath her again. -- . Gabe Marchino's Home .

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Date Posted: 09:07:20 01/04/05 Tue
Author: Gabe
Subject: "Your hair is beautiful though..mine makes me look like a twelve year old." He smiled gently, his hand sliding down to her hip to gently knead there before his other hand tipped down her jaw so he could place a warm kiss there. "So you gonna let me hold you tonight, or what?" His brow was cocked almost teasingly, absently shifting beneath her again.
In reply to: Ace 's message, "This is the first thing I remember, now it's the last thing on my mind.." on 10:17:16 12/22/04 Wed

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"Then I guess I am a predator, cause I liked that "twelve year old" look." She nodded firmly, her fingers tracing their way to his shoulders, sliding beneath the material of his shirt and pressing lightly, a gentle massage against muscles that were tense, probably on account of her - both now, and for the entirety of the time that she'd been here. She'd been miserable to him, defensive and contradictory, and she at least owed it to him to warm up a little. She nodded again, her lips pursed lightly, "Just holding me, then?" (NT) -- Ace, 09:09:50 01/04/05 Tue