There's another soft groan, before one strong hand finds its way to her head. His fingers twine into her long, red hair, his grip gentle, but definitely there. He shifts his hips only slightly, trying to let her set the pace as she likes. "I believe it. Because damn, I love you."
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Date: 2013-01-16 07:16 am (UTC)