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Date Posted: 19:53:17 10/20/09 Tue
Author: Ronon
Subject: ..::Outlaw Torn::..
In reply to: Lyla 's message, "Free Trial" on 19:14:24 10/20/09 Tue





Ronon followed Lyla's lead, smirking sugestivly at the older man as if implying as to why they had missed the last stop. His gaze bore into her back as she lead him away from the train. He walked with her around the trains, ran his eyes over her as she pressed her back against a train. A crooked smirk took his lips, and he slid his hand from hers to run it through her pale hair, the other placed against the train to support his weight. "You're very intriguing... But i'm sure you already knew that. " He stepped a bit closer, running a rough thumb over her cheek as his gaze devoured her features. If she had been human, he would have anounced his desire to kiss her, but she could read his body language as well as he was reading hers... And they both wanted him to kiss her, maybe even a bit more than kissing was wanted. The smirk left his lips as he leaned it, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck as he pressed his lips to hers. Slowly his supporting hand slipped down and slid around to rest against the curve of her lower back, pulling her closer.

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone



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