The Artistic Form: ~An Art Shoppe~

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Suddenly his hand was free of the pencil and she was scribbling over the picture. Adding lines here and there. Before he knew it she had a beautiful woman looking up at them. "There."

He kissed her cheek, "You're amazing."

Tara blushed. "Thanks..." She said and glanced away.

He chuckled.

Tara stood up and walked to the window again.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, cautiously, as though unsure if it was okay.

Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

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Tara blushed. "Thanks..." She said and glanced away.

He chuckled.

Tara stood up and walked to the window again.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, cautiously, as though unsure if it was okay.

Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

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Tara blushed. "Thanks..." She said and glanced away.

He chuckled.

Tara stood up and walked to the window again.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, cautiously, as though unsure if it was okay.

Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

Tara smiled at him.

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Tara stood up and walked to the window again.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, cautiously, as though unsure if it was okay.

Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

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Tara stood up and walked to the window again.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, cautiously, as though unsure if it was okay.

Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

Tara let him, watching the sea as he slid his hands over her body.

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Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

Tara let him, watching the sea as he slid his hands over her body.

He started to trail his kisses down her neck, his hands resting on her hips again.

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Tara lied a hand on his and rested her head on him.

He stroked her belly with his thumb, looking out the window past her.

Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

Tara let him, watching the sea as he slid his hands over her body.

He started to trail his kisses down her neck, his hands resting on her hips again.

She smiled and gave a small smile of pleasure.

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Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

Tara let him, watching the sea as he slid his hands over her body.

He started to trail his kisses down her neck, his hands resting on her hips again.

She smiled and gave a small smile of pleasure.

He turned her around and kissed her on the lips.

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Tara smiled at him.

He slid his hands down her side and then kissed her neck lightly, testing his ground.

Tara let him, watching the sea as he slid his hands over her body.

He started to trail his kisses down her neck, his hands resting on her hips again.

She smiled and gave a small smile of pleasure.

He turned her around and kissed her on the lips.

She kissed back. Making cute noises.

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

Key was fighting the hold of her chains. She was sitting in the ships personal slave market. She sighed, in her life time she had been in several slave markets. It still bothered her...

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

Key was fighting the hold of her chains. She was sitting in the ships personal slave market. She sighed, in her life time she had been in several slave markets. It still bothered her...

Monaima silently slid out of the window sill and walked out onto the deck. She slipped under to the slave decks and started to browse a little.

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

Key was fighting the hold of her chains. She was sitting in the ships personal slave market. She sighed, in her life time she had been in several slave markets. It still bothered her...

Monaima silently slid out of the window sill and walked out onto the deck. She slipped under to the slave decks and started to browse a little.

Key glanced at the woman walking below decks. She followed her with her eyes for awhile before she was bored and glanced away.

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

Key was fighting the hold of her chains. She was sitting in the ships personal slave market. She sighed, in her life time she had been in several slave markets. It still bothered her...

Monaima silently slid out of the window sill and walked out onto the deck. She slipped under to the slave decks and started to browse a little.

Key glanced at the woman walking below decks. She followed her with her eyes for awhile before she was bored and glanced away.

She walked up to her and peered up at her, managing to look much taller then she actually was, "Name, slave?" Her voice was cold and slightly sinister.

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Monaima sat in the window sill of the cabin, just short enough to not brush her head on the top of the frame.

Key was fighting the hold of her chains. She was sitting in the ships personal slave market. She sighed, in her life time she had been in several slave markets. It still bothered her...

Monaima silently slid out of the window sill and walked out onto the deck. She slipped under to the slave decks and started to browse a little.

Key glanced at the woman walking below decks. She followed her with her eyes for awhile before she was bored and glanced away.

She walked up to her and peered up at her, managing to look much taller then she actually was, "Name, slave?" Her voice was cold and slightly sinister.

"Key." Key answered with a sigh. Looking at the woman and crossing her shackled arms. Her outfit consisted of a tight black dress that once could have been nice but was no stained with blood and torn in many places. Bruises traced up her legs and a few had placed themselves on her arms.