With a soft sound he followed her tug toward the bed, leaning over her as he they kissed deeply. His hands pushed her shirt up higher, reluctantly pulling away just long enough so he could urge it up over her head and off. "You're so beautiful," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her again, wide hands skimming down over her breasts, her back. It was hard to resist the urge to just press in too close and too quickly. They had time, enough time, all the time in the world. "You're so- fuck, Ainsley."
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Date: 2008-06-02 10:05 pm (UTC)