"No worries, Clint." she said and pressed her lips to his cheek before letting her head fall back, giving him free reign over her throat.
To keep her balance, Ana edges closer, the hand on his chest gripping and pulling at his shirt while the other continued playing with his hair. She could barely hold herself still, the desire to press into him almost too hard to fight.
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Date: 2012-05-21 05:59 am (UTC)From:To keep her balance, Ana edges closer, the hand on his chest gripping and pulling at his shirt while the other continued playing with his hair. She could barely hold herself still, the desire to press into him almost too hard to fight.