http://always-a-liar.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] shelley_winters 2006-11-02 01:04 am (UTC)

After a time, for though her coyness were no crime, he longed to sit beside her and feel the warmth. His bare feet slid across the stone floor as cold as ice. In his hands, he held both cups of cocoa and proffered one to her as he knelt to sit on the rug.

She was so very beautiful in the low firelight.

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