He looked at her hand, blue eyes glinting through dark hair. With a quick rush forward, he swept Shelley off her feet. One arm under her knees, the other on her back. His white robe against her thin black one. (But it does not have to end like this...) "I believe that the tables have been turned, Dear One."
(A more insistent touch. Pressure as his hand slides down her lithe body.)
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Date: 2005-09-13 01:40 pm (UTC)(But it does not have to end like this...)
"I believe that the tables have been turned, Dear One."
(A more insistent touch. Pressure as his hand slides down her lithe body.)