"Mmmm..." she mumbles into his mouth. "Far as I'm concerned we are." Her thigh automatically shifts under his hand to give him room. "Don't you want to see what's under the wrapping?"
Clementine responds with a deep kiss of her own - one that probably ends too quickly for Sam's taste. "You can't open that box down here. This one," she prods the one in his hand, "you can."
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Grabbage-from-behind his occurring now.
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"Ohhh not the Mad Pincher."
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Then she asks, breathlessly, "don't you want to open my box?"
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"I'm pretending we're under mistletoe. "
His hand may be teasing the Hem of her skirt
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"Are we talking the one on the bar or your panties?"
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"Okay okay."
He starts to go through the pictures and licks his lips.
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She perches her chin upon his shoulder and folds her fingers, appearing as sweet and coquettish as she possibly can.
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"Wow baby."
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"I'm not wearing any panties."
She loves him, but he knows, and there are much more pertinent subjects at hand.
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"I want you." He whispers softly.
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