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Subject: n'importe quoi pour vous, mon amour

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Lezedi

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Date Posted: 06:26:39 01/23/10 Sat
In reply to: Natasha 's message, "avec plaisir" on 14:58:17 01/20/10 Wed

(the beginning is kinda weird, sorry! and its long...hope you like long:)

There was indeed a reason why “his” room was so barren. The dark walls and the duvet only hid the ugly truth that Natasha had unknowingly stumbled upon. In the rest of the building slithered and crawled dark shadowed beasts that feasted on the abandoned flesh of the women Lezedi and his twin brother left chain to their beds. But in the darkness and stillness of this room, they couldn’t be heard or seen. Those beasts cloaked themselves in the shadows but the mess of mangled bodies and bloody remains was enough to haunt anyone…well, almost anyone. In fact, it was like the sight of a gruesome car crash. You want to look away but just can’t muster the strength. Fortunately for Lezedi and Lucian they had always been the cause of such ghastly contortions of metal and had therefore looked happily upon their hard work. It was easy enough for the imprisoned Brownies to wash walls and clean wooden floors. But cheap duvets were hardly worth saving. Instead, it was always easiest to replace. Posters and pictures simply left more surfaces for evidence to collect.

It was no wonder that Lezedi didn’t answer her question but instead ignited a sly smile that danced on his lips and down his throat to coax up a sweet laugh. It worked its intended magic and she scooted closer. His hand rested on her shoulder before dancing lightly down her arm. It changed directions impulsively and tucked under her hair to brush soft fingertips crossed her throat. Oh how beautiful her ivory fresh was. Oh how delicious and moist she would be.

There was no confusing her intentions. But Lezedi’s were still a jumbled mess of quivering excitement. His hand continued its slow traces against her neck and shoulder before brushing any loose strands over her shoulder and to her back. He inspected her exposed throat with the darkest grey eyes imaginable. They were unreadable but held no criticisms for what he was seeing. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned in.
His lips parted and brushed against her collarbone as if asking for permission. A moan would be a justifiable answer in this game of seduction. Pulling away for only a second, his tongue traced over his lips and he tasted her skin for the first time. His idle right hand took the glass from her hand and set it on the table, but his lips never left her throat. Then in one fluid motion his right arm had caught her around waist and laid her back flat against the new duvet, her head against the single white pillow. He laid to the side of her body, his hands exploring the curves of her clothed body. He couldn’t restrain the soft purr that crept past his lips. His eyes met hers in the dim lighting of the room. His smile was still innocent and his hands never wandered to inappropriate places. “Do you like that fuzzy feeling the drink gives you?” His voice was so soft and so deep that it was almost mesmerizing. “It makes me feel like I’m more alive”.

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Subject	Author	Date
moi, je ne regrette rien	Natasha	18:37:31 01/23/10 Sat
.:thats just rude.:. -- Lezedi, 11:48:51 01/24/10 Sun et alors? -- Natasha, 18:28:53 01/24/10 Sun Vous êtes cruel -- Lezedi, 13:34:25 02/04/10 Thu you gotta be cruel to be kind -- Natasha, 14:03:22 02/05/10 Fri ..oh? how does that work?.. -- Lezedi, 06:57:18 02/15/10 Mon sorry... -- Natasha, 14:24:05 02/22/10 Mon