His eyes meet hers, and he wonders if she knows how knock-down beautiful she is.
But any hope of voicing the question gets lost in translation; she's on top of him, skin sliding against skin, and her hands are like twin coals on his chest, bright and branding.
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Date: 2010-08-10 01:49 am (UTC)But any hope of voicing the question gets lost in translation; she's on top of him, skin sliding against skin, and her hands are like twin coals on his chest, bright and branding.
He nods faintly.
"We can do this."