theirlawyer: (say what!: by edgeofthewater)
Ainsley Hayes ([personal profile] theirlawyer) wrote2008-05-23 04:06 pm

[For Shadow]

Ainsley normally had issues with saying too much and not stopping soon enough and going on and on and on and now, to her horrible surprise, it seemed like not only was she talking entirely too much, but she was also telling the truth. And while that wasn't so bad around people who already knew her political and personal leanings, there was a teensy, tiny, little problem.

That happened to be her personal life.

And oh, God, she was so not looking forward to any of those questions. It wasn't as if she wanted to hide, either. That would just make her look more guilty as she'd grown used to seeing certain people every day, especially now that she lived in a hut far, far closer to them.

Like a certain man she happened to be dating. There was that issue, of course.

Oh dear God in heaven, why couldn't Ainsley have just been struck mute?

[identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com 2008-06-07 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmmmm?" He glanced up at her but didn't stop and a moment later pressed his mouth to the curve of her hip just once then ducked his head to press a sucking kiss against her inner thigh.

[identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com 2008-06-07 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ainsley's eyes kept fluttering, which in itself should have alarmed her, but she couldn't see what he was doing and all she knew was that it felt absolutely amazing, so she wasn't going to protest you. "Are you going to...pleasure yourself, too?" she asked, breathlessly.

[identity profile] palmthemoon.livejournal.com 2008-06-11 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I already am," he murmured before pressing a light kiss against her slick cunt then dragged his tongue over it. He hadn't been, just yet, as he'd been a bit distracted with her, but now he slid his hand down to grasp his cock and drag his fist along the length of it.

[identity profile] playingtheenemy.livejournal.com 2008-06-12 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh Jesus, Shadow," she cried, her voice thick as it ever had been and probably ever would be and dear god, but the blasphemy wasn't bound to stop if he kept doing that and her stomach turned pleasantly, considering that she had no idea what was coming next, where his lips were, his fingers.