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- Posted: Mon, 16 May 2011 08:10:09 +0000
Crow, The Wolf.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"
Crow shifted his himself on the couch better as Kendal shifted herself untop of him more. Oh he knew her teasing body motion she wasn't about to get up and get him a beer...not just yet. He shifted himself so she sat more so on his thigh, and her legs where across his other if not in the gap between his legs, just in the middle.
Moving his arm from on his torso, he move it around her back and around her side letting his hand rest on her front to her front. His finger tips slipped past the rum of her pants just a bit to rest on touch the skin on her hip. His thumb hung on the edge of the pants.
Grinning to the 'breath' agents his ear he let his eyes close to the whisper as she teased another shiver to travel down his leg.
"I think both is a good idea." Crow spoke slowly opening his green eyes he started to turn his head to look back at the woman.
"Though I know you have something else on your mind, don't ya?" The wolf, spoke with a lick of his top lip like a hungry animal.
Saint Gideon Fatechild, †he Blind.
"I don't care. No, I wouldn't dare to fix a twist in you. You've shown me eventually what you'll do. I don't mind. I don't care. As long as you're here."-All The Same (Sick Puppies)
"Ah you don't have to give it up." Saint spoke back to Ace, after all it was a good car and had a lot of life still in it. It just needed a little help. Which if asked, The Blind would help, though he didn't know a whole lot-he would help with what he did know.
Faitechild smiled to Alex's words about having his back, after all he would have both angel's back. After all they had his and it was only so wonderfully fair.
"Yeah, man." Saint spoke and started at a push on the back of the car, he put his whole body in to it. His slider build, turned to his side as he dug deep in the ground. His shoulder matched the pressure and the wheels slowly started forward as all his muscles flexed and worked as one in the shift. He wasn't to musclure, he was of average lean build of someone that ate heathy. Nothing too impressive in his mind-as he couldn't see himself- but to him it was enough to get the job done and what he cared about.
The male kept pushing the car, untill told to stop and there was grass felt under his feet.
Sight, settled down on Blake's shoulder as he was petted on the head, His long leathery paws calmed themself's and rested on her shoulder. Ducking his head down he curled it under the female's head and gave a little soft chirp.