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Date Posted: 00:33:18 07/04/07 Wed
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Haylie 's message, "inside" on 00:20:33 07/04/07 Wed

(It was mostly because she was so tired that he felt so ashamed of himself. Well, not really ashamed.. more like frustrated and sligtly annoyed with himself. How could his nether regions be thinking of playtime at a time like this? When he was exhausted from work, more than happy to hold Haylie while she rested and just this side of utterly starving? Idly he wondered, as he sometimes did, if Haylie was part sorceress.. and did this to him just to comment on it later to Shay. Her groan did a number on those same nether regions, and he groaned back.) Uhm.. yeah, sure. (He said, glad for the chance to get up and adjust his sweats. Perhaps no one would notice.. he could think about baseball stats - did he even know any? - until his mind was safely on less pressing matters. He got to his feet and discreetly adjusted his drawstring before looking down at his girlfriend. His brow arched as she adjusted her breasts, and he nearly groaned again. She was killing him, and he prayed for her sake that she had no idea she was affecting him. Cruelty like that was beyond her, he hoped. Shifting, he leaned down to put his arm around her like he always did, giving her his full strength to help her to her feet. Once she was up, he reached down to snag his cell where it had fallen on the sofa between them.) Yes, I will call. After dinner. (He too glanced at the McLeans.. the little sneaks.) Nice try, commander. (He said, with an entirely indulgent smirk. Of course Remy knew he wasn't likely to get any, so he didn't respond with more than a rolling of his eyes. His brow arched as he realized how entirely alright Shay was with the fact that they had ordered dinner despite her cooking. Poor thing.. it was just plain sad when a woman readily accepted the fact that she couldn't cook. Smugly, he slipped his hand into Haylie's and led her towards his room. If he wasn't going to get any, then he was damn well going to be pleased that he was delaying Remy's chance to score.)

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