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Date Posted: 23:14:34 01/29/06 Sun
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Kyrian Inside
In reply to: Haylie 's message, " Haylie inside " on 22:58:57 01/29/06 Sun

(He had arched his brow a bit when she mention it being in Remy's room.) You got me a pony? (He teased, watching her trim rear as she walked away from him, shaking his head with a purly male sound of appreciation before he went into the bedroom. Walking over to shut the curtains, he stepped out of his shoes and went to light the candles that sat on the nightstand, flipping off the lamp and light to flood the room in a flickering glow. His back was to the door as he slipped out of his blazer, draping it over the chair by the wall and loosening his shoulder holster, slipping out of the leather harness and laying it across the chair also. He turned then, eyes down as he went to loosen his right cufflink, but then he'd felt her gaze and lifted his eyes. Stopping in his tracks, his eyes had widened and he had visibly swallowed, blinking a couple times before he could speak.) Dear sweet Lord.. (He said slowly, his palms turning sweaty and his heart picking up a staccato pace in his chest at the sight of all that beautiful woman poured into a red corset that only served to show her off to perfection. It was the sight of the gun at her thigh that had his body tightening in response to her. His gaze came back to her smug expression and he realized he hadn;t moved yet.. he was a slack-jawed pool of completely aroused man.. having never had a chance to prepare for the sight of her dressed to kill.)

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