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Post by Sylvia on Dec 19, 2007 0:39:42 GMT -5
*Her smiled widening genuinely, Sylvia wrapped her arms around his neck, planting feather soft kisses on his cheeks and lips.*
"Yes...oh, dear God, yes..."
*She bit her lip, arching her back that her bared skin might meet his. She gasped with shallowing breath.*
"Please, my love...don't make me wait. Without you...I cannot be complete. I need you...fulfill me...claim me...make me yours alone."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 19, 2007 0:45:31 GMT -5
*Thatcher kissed her passionately and used one hand to pin her arms above her head as his lips ravished her. The last of their clothing fell away and he pressed her back against the softness of the bed, lowering himself to her with a sigh before feeling her yield to him completely, and he heard nothing but his own shuddering breaths and her desperate moans against his skin as he drew himself taut like a bowstring to send forth an arrow of Luuuurve(TM).*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 19, 2007 1:01:06 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Sylvia smiled as she watched Thatcher relaxing in his afterglow. She kissed his forehead softly and pulled herself from the bed. Donning her robed, she walked back to the window. She looked back at him sadly, then turned back and approached the railing. In a fluid motion, she slipped over the edge of it, the silk of her robe making a soft cry against the stone balcony as she fell.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 19, 2007 1:06:35 GMT -5
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
*Thatcher awoke in a cold sweat, the scream still tearing from his throat as he lunged from the bed, only to fall weakly to the floor, his muscles failing in protest to the sudden movement from deep sleep to action. Thatcher stared at the empty balcony, panting, until he realized that the windows were closed. He looked back at the bed where he'd been sleeping and realized the covers still lay in relative order...that the only impression was where he'd been lying...fully-clothed. With a groan he went and sat on the side of the bed, his face in his hands, his mind shattered.*
What was happening to him?
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