(ooc: danger. saccarine alert, level 5)
(ooc: oh no, not yet, pete...)
> >The last notes of the sonata had died away, leaving the room silent except
> >the rapid beating of Candance's heart in her ears. Her langour had
> >changed to a need that matched Lorin's. She nodded her agreement, and
> >this time, she led the way to their bedroom.
>
> Lorin followed his wife into the bedroom, kicking the door shut on his way
> in and the night was only beginning...
(ooc: ya mean it didn't shoosh? gee, i kinda like the shooshing...)
"Computer, lights, 20 percent," Candance said. The lights dimmed,
throwing the room into the depths of shadows and even deeper shadows. She
turned back into his arms and kissed him, first on his lips until it
seemed she was trying to draw the very breath from his body.
As she did so, her hands had massaged their way down his torso until they
had reach the bottom of his tunic. They slipped underneath and slowly
worked their way back up, first caressing, then lightly tracing his flesh
with the fingernails.
Only when the tunic had risen as high as it could go between them did she
break the kiss.
In this light, he could only barely see the features of her face, but he
could see her smile clearly. It was a knowing smile. She was knowingly,
methodically, seducing him.
(response)
-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-
. | * Randye Jones
. |) . http://www.atouchofclassics.com
. /| . [EMAIL PROTECTED]
. ( | ) .
. . | . "Hate is not a family value."
