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- Posted: Mon, 27 May 2013 07:02:28 +0000
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)
"I always want a 'next time' with you…" Saint told her, not fully knowing how to answer her in any other way. He didn't want there to be a next time, cause he wanted her now, but he always wanted her later as well.
Humming softly, Saint burst the side of his own along her's once more. Recalling just recently how they became so lost in each other little Sight was almost taken out by that cat. With the reminder he recalled another...
Fingertips, tickled and touched his sensitive skin, he had grown so use to her hands on his back he no longer flinched to her gentle touch. No, he rather he enjoyed such a touch and look forward to it. He liked any touch when it come to her, and it was more then just that. But it was the best way he knew in letting her know just how he felt about her.
They always were interrupted in the kitchen, or perhaps they just had a thing for loving in the kitchen. One of the more public areas in the whole house.