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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:42:25 GMT -5
"I bet. Generous to yerself you mean." *She prodded, kissing him even as she shifted to his side, still standing over him.*
"Or does this sorta charity not suit you just fine?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 18:19:11 GMT -5
"I didn't say that..." *he said, tugging her closer.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 11:50:17 GMT -5
*Lark giggled, plopping unceremoniously on his lap with an easy grin. But she was having a right time trying to get comfortable. She squirmed for several moments before things clicked and she gasped, wide eyed.*
"Why Jake!" *She squeaked, smile undaunted.* "How lewd..." *She lifted her chin, feigning distress but it didn't seem to keep her from squirming on his lap.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 15:21:29 GMT -5
"Hussy. You like it."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 16:54:49 GMT -5
*Lark squeaked indignantly, smacking him on the shoulder.*
"Well...." *She swelled up, ready to burst. But she sank with a exhale of concession.*
"That may well be. Just didn't expect...it was just a shave. Didn't know that it would...you know..." *She glanced down suggestively.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 18:20:23 GMT -5
"Yer just so cute when yer dangerous. All holdin' that bit of metal, ready t'slice my throat open..."
*He nuzzled her neck.*
"I s'pose when yer facin' death ya think it's yer last chance t'have any fun."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 20:30:43 GMT -5
"Oh? 's that right?" *Lark's brow lifted, even as her smile broadened. She leaned forward slowly, drawing the razor from the table and glancing back at him.*
"Cause I'm always dangerous." *She held he lip between her teeth for a moment, sizing him up. Then she opened the razor and drew the blunt back down her own throat with an arched brow.*
"Though I ain't sure you want me to show you in the kitchen." *She glanced to the hall.*
"After all, your brother might come in any moment, after all."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 13, 2009 23:07:13 GMT -5
*Jake winced.*
"Any one of them..." *he muttered.*
"C'mon, then, Trouble," *he said, taking her by the hand with a grin as they clattered down the hall back to their bedroom.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 15, 2009 7:56:09 GMT -5
((Meet you there.))
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