Date: 23 September 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
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It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
Really, when she thought of it that way, a bit of occasional embarrassment was a very small price that she'd gladly pay.
Still, she kept blushing and squeaking a little as he phrased very bluntly what he'd love to do with her, and her voice was hardly there when she replied because all the air had whooshed out of her lungs on a soft moan. "Uh, um ... good idea. I think. When I feel like I'm about to faint with lust at the idea, that must be good, right? Then you ... you don't think I'm ... ridiculous, or ... depraved for wanting that? I mean, I know you don't. I know you'd never think that. I'm just ... being silly." She took a deep breath and gave him an imploring look. "God Zach, please kiss me so I'll shut up."
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"Oh yeah. Damn good," he murmured, kissing her ear. "God, no, you're gorgeous and sexy and why didn't you say something sooner? I've thought about it. About tying you down, blindfolding you, strapping your ankles to the bedposts to hold you open as I eat you out until you're so wet, until you've came over and over and you're so sensitive it hurts... oh..." He kissed her as requested, hard, pressing his tongue inside her mouth and holding her tight against him. "You drive me insane," he whispered, licking her lips again. "I love it. Love being with you."
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He kissed her, his tongue delving deep inside and she was starting to tremble, heat rising to her skin. Taking a shaky, hard breath, she let her hands slide from his neck down to his chest, flat palms gently pressing him a few inches away, and then gave him an unsteady smile as her fingers raised up to touch his swollen lower lip. "Outside. Now," she murmured, staccato. "Five seconds more and we're lost again, Smith, you know it." Grabbing his hand, she tugged him after her down the stairs, unsure if the sound he made behind her was one of protest or laughter or a little bit of both.
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