The loose folds of her grey robe swallowed his hand as it gently moved to her back, fitting itself to her body. Smiling he leaned closer, Ishamael made a soft, inquiring noise. A small pity that the neckline was not a touch lower, loose though it was.
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Date: 2006-11-02 02:05 am (UTC)