"Don't worry, I wasn't, hnnnnnn, going to let you forget," he hissed, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair as his back arched up off the bed. Really, she was driving him all kinds of crazy in ways that just were't fair.
"Scoot on up here and let me give you your prize."
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Date: 2013-05-20 09:49 pm (UTC)"Scoot on up here and let me give you your prize."