<font color=darkorange>(His hand was inching up towards the point of no return below her shirt.. he had never been good at heavy petting without going all the way. He physically jumped as the lights came on in the room, his eyes narrowed to allow time for adjustment. He automatically moved over her as if it were a mission and they were under attack- that sense of response never left an ex-agent. When the realization managed to wade through the alcohol to his mind, he groaned.) I guess the electric company got my first payment.. (He said ruefully, looking down at her.. the moment was gone and it he stood, running both hands through his hair in physical frustration as he disappeared into the kitchen to unplug everything that was making noise. Why did fate always have to be so cruel.. and yet so right all at the same time? He stopped in his tracks... maybe Fyre was trying to let him know that he was moving too fast.)</font> -- .:Nikolai's Apartment:.

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Date Posted: 09:31:29 11/06/05 Sun
Author: Niko
Subject: (His hand was inching up towards the point of no return below her shirt.. he had never been good at heavy petting without going all the way. He physically jumped as the lights came on in the room, his eyes narrowed to allow time for adjustment. He automatically moved over her as if it were a mission and they were under attack- that sense of response never left an ex-agent. When the realization managed to wade through the alcohol to his mind, he groaned.) I guess the electric company got my first payment.. (He said ruefully, looking down at her.. the moment was gone and it he stood, running both hands through his hair in physical frustration as he disappeared into the kitchen to unplug everything that was making noise. Why did fate always have to be so cruel.. and yet so right all at the same time? He stopped in his tracks... maybe Fyre was trying to let him know that he was moving too fast.)
In reply to: Skye 's message, "Rock the cradle of love " on 06:28:16 11/06/05 Sun

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She bit her lip, a low breath escaping her mouth as she dropped her head back onto the floor, nearly groaning outloud with frustration. She ran a hand through her hair that was mussed from his fingers. After a second, she stood, heading into the kitchen to grab another drink, downing it easily before she grabbed another and headed to go say hi to the puppies. She waited until he was back in the living room to speak, pursing her lips a little. "They need names." She stated absently, ruffling the pups ears, the brindle was definately attached to her. Her hand ran over her face, her body still warm from his kisses and a slight red mark on her neck spoke of his passion. (NT) -- Skye, 09:37:12 11/06/05 Sun