Located on the top floor in an old, brick warehouse on the Lower East Side, Max's loft is comfortable to be sure, but it is by no means overly ornate or pretentious
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She gives a soft chuckle. I promise to go easy on you. She teases gently.
Perhaps we can hit the range some time as well. She suggests...meeting his glittering ice-blue gaze with gleaming diamond-grey one....breathing in a bit as his warm fingers brush a strand of her silk-spun silver-white hair from her brow, her skin cool and soft to the touch....
She smirks at him. Bruises can be fun and your hair looks good mussed.
Her own cig smoulders in the tray adding an incense like perfume to the air...jumping a bit...his hand so warm on her cool forearm as her fingers brushed his cheek...
Yeah sell ice to Eskimos and make womens' panties evaporate...She smiles back mysterious, alluring and ph so tempting. She could make you want her with just a glance. She arches a brow. Oh? And what's that?
Her fishnet covered thigh feels firm and toned her skin cool under his hand as she slides a hand up his arm, closing the distance between them I think that a kiss could be arranged. She trails a finger over his cheek and breathes in his scent. She tilted her head and smiles back slightly.
Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around to embrace her, and begins to kiss her. He seems serious, intent, and this is obviously not his first time kissing a woman.
Niether am I. She murmured as she leaned foreward, drawing him to her slender, toned body, her skin cool and soft...embracing him. Her lips are soft and she tastes of brandy and clove cigarettes. Nor is she inexperienced in kissing. Taking her time...savouring it and deepening it...
Cole continues the kiss, deepening in the intensity, his hands beginning to roam. Theirs was a high stress line of work, and this was one of the best ways he'd found yet to blow off some steam.
She arched into his hands as the kiss continued, her own hands beginning to wander as well. Feeling heat and hard muscle. Indeed a very high stress line of work. How many times had she sought out 'company' after a mission? It was always a stone bitch though...she'd have to hide a part of herself...washing her self clean of the scent of blood and cordite as it were. With Cole...well...that was not necessary and he was a damn good kisser.
Perhaps we can hit the range some time as well. She suggests...meeting his glittering ice-blue gaze with gleaming diamond-grey one....breathing in a bit as his warm fingers brush a strand of her silk-spun silver-white hair from her brow, her skin cool and soft to the touch....
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He butts out the smoldering remains of his cigarette in the ashtray, then lays his hand on her forearm.
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Her own cig smoulders in the tray adding an incense like perfume to the air...jumping a bit...his hand so warm on her cool forearm as her fingers brushed his cheek...
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He laughs, turning to face her full-on.
"Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
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She trails a slender, cool hand through his hair..not turning away from him...her gaze intense.
A few people. But no one I really wanted to hear it from. Funny. I don't mind hearing it from you handsome.
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"Thanks. I mean that. But, there's something else I want to tell you..."
He lays a hand across the top of her leg, sliding in close to her.
"I think I've wanted to kiss you since I first laid eyes on you."
He tilts his head, still smiling, but not in his original goofy manner.
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Her fishnet covered thigh feels firm and toned her skin cool under his hand as she slides a hand up his arm, closing the distance between them I think that a kiss could be arranged. She trails a finger over his cheek and breathes in his scent. She tilted her head and smiles back slightly.
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Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around to embrace her, and begins to kiss her. He seems serious, intent, and this is obviously not his first time kissing a woman.
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