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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 18:03:30 GMT -5
"Uhhuuuh," *he said, choking.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 18:16:04 GMT -5
*Lark pouted softly.*
"Now, ya keep up like that and I'm just gonna have to think you don't like it." *She batted her lashes slowly, her taunting not lessening.*
"Gonna encourage me to do something...drastic." *Not that she wasn't gonna do it anyways. She rocked closer, rubbing against him slowly, ever mindful of the razor as she leaned close to whisper in his ear.*
"Or was that your goal the whole time, Mr. Quinn?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 18:21:21 GMT -5
*Jake's hand covered hers where it held the razor and he pried her hand back, pulling the blade away from his neck. Why he hadn't though of it before, God only knew. Still he worked quickly and it was a short job to have her flipped over and under him in the space of a second or two, pressing the hand that held the blade back against a pillow.*
"Forgive me if I don't have a fully sound objective," *he drawled, leaning down to kiss her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 18:44:02 GMT -5
*Lark gave at least most of an honest effort, but he did have all sorts of things on his side. She winced and squirmed, her skirts hiking up as she tried in vain to toss him off of her, revealing her naked thighs. Blowing futilely at the stray hairs that tickled her nose, she seemed content enough in his kiss.*
"Mmm..." *She sighed softly, lost for a moment. Then she remembered the goal, turning her head from him to chide him indignantly.*
"Feels sound enough to me." *Her eyes narrowed, even as she rocked her hips up, her upper body still pinned to the bed.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 23:09:25 GMT -5
"Mmmhmm. My turn."
*He plucked the razor from her hand and deftly, carefully, slit her dress from neck to waist.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 17, 2009 6:57:58 GMT -5
"Jake!" *Lark's eyes went wide in shock at the act, looking to the dress and back up to him.*
"Lizzie's gonna kill you." *She whispered, exasperated. Swallowing carefully, she was starting to wonder what exactly she'd managed to get herself into. Her body stilled, every mindful of where the blade was. Her lashes fluttering nervously, her eyes sought his, looking for some explanation.*
"What exactly you lookin' to do?" *She asked, trying to sound calm and cool.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 17, 2009 14:33:37 GMT -5
"I'll live an' I'll thank ya not t'bring up mah kid sister while we're doin' this," *said Jake calmly.* "An' I'm lookin' t'git ya buck naked, missus Quinn."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 17, 2009 14:56:43 GMT -5
*Lark pressed her lips tightly as if to vow silence, but all too soon she was squirming beneath him, trying to wriggle out of the remains of the dress.*
"Well, it'd be a hella of lot easier if I had both my hands." *She glanced up to him expectantly, straining the hand he still held.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 18, 2009 16:26:14 GMT -5
"Mmm yeah, but a lot less fun," *he said with a grin, teasing a bare shoulder with his teeth.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 18, 2009 16:34:39 GMT -5
*Lark rolled her eyes and settled back.*
"Fine, have it your way." *She did her best to sound indignant, not that she was completely opposed to what he might have in mind. Didn't mean she had to give him the pleasure of admitting he was right.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 19, 2009 19:32:50 GMT -5
"I intend to," *he said with relish, catching her lips against his gently.* "An' I think you'll like it..."
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 21, 2009 8:05:23 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Lark tried to get her heart to slow back down. He'd certainly been right about her liking it. It was a hell of a lot easier this time. Though it made her blush to think too hard on it. A girl shouldn't like that sorta rough housing. But she had. A lot. Course...he didn't seem to hate the idea himself. She draped over him, kissing the damp skin of his chest. She could feel his racing heart against her lips. He'd definitely enjoyed it as much as she had.*
"You're right." *She murmured, trying to pull in full breaths.* "Bout it gettin' better."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 21, 2009 14:05:10 GMT -5
*Jake reached up, threading his fingers through her hair and drawing it out like a fan about her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks.*
"You're beautiful," *he murmured, softly kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her nose, her eyes, and her lips.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 21, 2009 14:16:21 GMT -5
*Lark's eyes grew heavy at his affections.*
"You ain't too hard on the eyes yourself." *She concurred, turning her face to his to kiss him tenderly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 21, 2009 14:19:27 GMT -5
*Jake chuckled, cuddling her close.*
"I dunno that I'll ever want t'leave this bed," *he muttered, stroking her bare shoulder, her skin smooth and soft against the hardened calluses on his palm and fingers.*
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