http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2009-05-01 08:58 am (UTC)

"I'd dream of you in things like this." He grins a little, wicked, as he gazes back up at her. "I'd dream of watching you remove your dress and then of walking in and removing your undergarments. I'd dream of so many things. You dressed in wicked little clothes that wouldn't exist for decades to come. And what was best? Was that you were -mine-"

The last word is a firm growl, proof that no he hasn't dropped that, and he'll have her remember it. He moves his hand to the bare skin displayed where the blouse top of her dress comes together above her chest. His finger trailing up and along. Across her neck and throat. He remembers what he said earlier and it fills him with a moment of anger. He doesn't act on it, but it flashes in his eyes as he lets his hands run over her skin, re-learning every inch.

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