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Tori Todd
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Date Posted: 14:33:17 04/09/11 Sat
In reply to:
Tumbler
's message, "__Full Circle__" on 19:46:42 04/08/11 Fri
Tori smirked as he spoke of Freb, she'd always liked the kid "He's a good kid... They wanted to come back, they just needed a little push" She smirked again "I think that call was the kick in the ass they all needed to get moving" She shifted slightly, making it easier to watch him. He was right, prison had changed him. The physical changes she could see plane as day, it was the emotional changes she wanted to know about. Prison could ruin a man, and she was a bit concerned about. He might be ruined, he might just be damaged... But she wanted to know. Damaged could be fixed, if he was willing, but broken... Ruined? There wasn't much hope for that kind of thing.
She hardly had time to register his words before she was locked in his embrace. She stiffened for a moment in surprise, but the feel of those muscled arms around her slim body quickly relaxed her. She hadn't let many people touch her since he'd been gone, and never something so intimate as a hug. Handshakes had become the extent of her physical contact with others, and then only when it was absolutely necessary.
Hands slid up his back, gripping him tight as the emotions flooded back to her. She'd missed him, so badly, but hadn't allowed herself to morn the loss. She'd shut herself down when he'd left, returned to that emotionless world she had inhabited for so many, many years. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him. It wasn't the same as it had once been, missing the spices that had made him smell so distinct. His deodorant, cologne, motor oil and a touch of beer. But the base was still there, the smell that was just him.
She sighed heavily and pressed her cheek against his, her eyes closed as she absorbed the feel of him against her. The rough stubble against her cheek, the feel of strong hands at her back, her full breasts pressed tight against the muscles of his chest. One arm snaked up and out of his arms, her palm pressing against his rough cheek, fingers just brushing the edge of his hair. She pulled back enough to look at him "I'm glad your back, that you came back" With those words finally said, and truly meant, she leaned in and pressed painted lips to his.
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