She moans in ragged, heavily accented German - hands digging in, holding on, riding it out, gasping with the intensity before her body finally shudders to a finish.
Her hands stroke his face. She's still amazed. This shouldn't be real. He's supposed to be dead.
"Mein Tierchen." She plants a slow, languid kiss on him.
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Date: 2007-05-30 07:19 pm (UTC)Her hands stroke his face. She's still amazed. This shouldn't be real. He's supposed to be dead.
"Mein Tierchen." She plants a slow, languid kiss on him.