Sam gave him a half-closed dark stare for the shock, then closed his eyes all the way and hissed as Keelia moved. His fingers stroked over her again, then with a scrape of nails. Talons, really, but just the tips. Then the tip of one clean-manicured finger, slowly pushing aside her skirt and all intervening material and pressing in. Slowly, so slowly.
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Date: 2006-11-13 10:14 pm (UTC)[ooc: Ate my comment. Twice.]