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Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Timeframe : 1260
Meet me beneath my balcony and say
No one but you could ever fill my night
Be the sunlight in my every day
_____- Emilie Autumn "Juliet"
“No one is looking,” said Tristan, as Ski craned her neck for another peek over his shoulder. They were behind the stables, all but pressed against the wall. That anyone should come that way was all but absurd, but still…
She settled back down, blushing as she met the big brown eyes and sheepish grin aimed her way. “Somehow I cannot shake the feeling.”
Tristan’s smile took on a bit more force as his hand slid up along the swell of her hip. “And you know what feeling I can’t shake?”
“We shouldn’t,” said Ski, but she could feel her pulse quicken as his fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse.
“I told you, no one is looking.” She bit her lip as his palm met the base of her ribs.
“That no one sees it does not make it right,” she said, with a hand to his arm.
“And just what makes it so wrong?”
Those eyes were too much. Her hand left its cautionary stance, sliding up around his neck instead to pull him in. “Not a thing,” she said before their lips met.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260
Meet me beneath my balcony and say
No one but you could ever fill my night
Be the sunlight in my every day
_____- Emilie Autumn "Juliet"
“No one is looking,” said Tristan, as Ski craned her neck for another peek over his shoulder. They were behind the stables, all but pressed against the wall. That anyone should come that way was all but absurd, but still…
She settled back down, blushing as she met the big brown eyes and sheepish grin aimed her way. “Somehow I cannot shake the feeling.”
Tristan’s smile took on a bit more force as his hand slid up along the swell of her hip. “And you know what feeling I can’t shake?”
“We shouldn’t,” said Ski, but she could feel her pulse quicken as his fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse.
“I told you, no one is looking.” She bit her lip as his palm met the base of her ribs.
“That no one sees it does not make it right,” she said, with a hand to his arm.
“And just what makes it so wrong?”
Those eyes were too much. Her hand left its cautionary stance, sliding up around his neck instead to pull him in. “Not a thing,” she said before their lips met.