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Date Posted: 11:28:22 10/23/09 Fri
Author: Lyla
Subject: -*Local walgreens*-
In reply to: Ronon 's message, "..::Outlaw Torn::.." on 17:35:49 10/21/09 Wed

She put the palms of her hands against his broad shoulders as he broke their kiss to speak. But then his lips were against hers again and the fire inside was spiking up. She did want him to take off her clothes. She wanted to push him down into the dried grass and taste her way down his body. She wanted to explore him with her tongue. But she closed her eyes and thumped her head back against the train car. Control. It was about control. She opened them again to note the change in his eyes. The line of passion and primal urge were blurred in a shifter’s world. Lyla gave a little push to his body to separate their forms. But then her hands were on the edges of her shirt and she was tugging it off. Her blonde hair escaped its pinned up style and slipped down her back and over her shoulders. Once it was loose, she discarded the brown garment. She was tan and her white bra, durable with a lack of lace and sexiness, was a stark contrast to her belly. Her stomach wasn’t exactly flat like a model’s but her thin frame supplied a thin like result. Her hands were then on the button of her jeans and she was working her thumbs in to slide them down. “still want to go for that run?” She kicked off the pants and moved closer to him in her mix-matched underwear. The panties were pink with little white pokadots. Well, how was she supposed to know she’d be getting naked?

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