Again putting down his brush, Ishamael rose from his seat and strode over to Shelley, sweeping her off her feet. Shelley shrieked as he held her in his arms before depositing her firmly into the bed. That would be that.
"There."
With a small sigh, he returned to his seat to finish brushing his hair.
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Date: 2006-11-03 10:45 pm (UTC)"There."
With a small sigh, he returned to his seat to finish brushing his hair.