<font color=darkorange>(He had just enough alcohol in him to not see any problem in obliging her. He smirked at her tone.) You drive a hard bargain, McLean.. but since you insist on twisting my arm.. (He got up onto his knees, tugging his shoes off and tossing them aside, they were annoying him in this position. He started working on her shoulders first.) Sorry my hands are cold.. I need to get that furnace fixed. (He had said that about a hundred times in the last hour, he tended to repeat things when he had a bit too much alcohol in him. His eyes wandered her back and he smiled as he saw her tattoo.. he had a pair of wings that looked as if they were made from fire on his back.. his call name had been Freebird. He found a place just below her shoulderblades that made her sigh and stuck there for a moment, working out some knots she had developed while scrubbing the floor. The firelight was seducing him, making him feel the effect of the alcohol more than normal.)</font> -- .:Nikolai's Apartment:.

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Date Posted: 08:10:25 11/06/05 Sun
Author: Niko
Subject: (He had just enough alcohol in him to not see any problem in obliging her. He smirked at her tone.) You drive a hard bargain, McLean.. but since you insist on twisting my arm.. (He got up onto his knees, tugging his shoes off and tossing them aside, they were annoying him in this position. He started working on her shoulders first.) Sorry my hands are cold.. I need to get that furnace fixed. (He had said that about a hundred times in the last hour, he tended to repeat things when he had a bit too much alcohol in him. His eyes wandered her back and he smiled as he saw her tattoo.. he had a pair of wings that looked as if they were made from fire on his back.. his call name had been Freebird. He found a place just below her shoulderblades that made her sigh and stuck there for a moment, working out some knots she had developed while scrubbing the floor. The firelight was seducing him, making him feel the effect of the alcohol more than normal.)
In reply to: Skye 's message, "Rock the cradle of love " on 06:28:16 11/06/05 Sun

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He still knew all the places that got tight and knew how to loosen then up. A soft moan of contentment escaped her lips as she relaxed beneath his powerful hands. "That feels so good..." She murmured softly, her body shifting beneath his touch. It was like when he was close her body just assumed that he should be with her, should have his hands on her skin. Her finggers twisted in the rug beneath her, feeling its soft threads bend beneath her fingertips. "I'll return the favor when I feel like moving again..but don't stop yet." She requested, a smile playing on her lips. (NT) -- Skye, 08:21:48 11/06/05 Sun