"Jesus, John," Kit breathed, arching against him; and shuddered, not caring in that moment who was with them or even what happened in the morning as long as it was John who was touching her now. She ran her fingers through John's hair, hooded eyes taking in his every action.
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Date: 2007-04-03 06:45 am (UTC)