Shaozu made a sound in the back of his throat, hands shifting to her hips as he accepted the invitation to kiss along the back of her neck, his damp hair trailing against her skin. But it was only for a moment, and then he tore himself away, walking off in search of something to dry off with and offering, tersely, "I don't want a wet floor."
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Date: 2006-11-25 05:38 pm (UTC)