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Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Timeframe : 1270
Now that you're here it's not the same situation
Suddenly I don't remember the rules anymore
_____- Billy Joel "This Night"
“Lemme in.” She was slumped against the door frame, leering up at him with a glassy, slack jawed gaze.
Kairn’s grip tightened on the inside of the same frame “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said with as much resolve as he could muster.
“Couldn’t help it.” She broke off with a loud hiccup, sliding even further down the wall. “Needed to see you.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
Lyssa snorted and pulled herself back upright so their faces were level. “When haven’t I been drinking?” She laughed and he could smell the gin on her breath. “Come on,” she said, playfully dragging a finger over his chest, “just for tonight?”
“Lyssa…”
She made a clumsy swipe at his lips with her own, the familiar sense of her heat washing over him with her touch. She laughed as she pulled away and he sighed.
“Come in.”
“Knew you’d see it my way,” she said, as he stepped aside and she pushed past into the house.
“I’m not about to let you spend the night on my stoop.”
“Course not.” The door snapped shut behind them and he found himself trapped in the entryway with her warmth and the smell of liquor. “How sweet.” Her hand slid down and curled itself around his backside.
“You’re not spending it in my bed either.”
Lyssa gave him a squeeze and a drunken giggle. “Right,” she said before sauntering into the kitchen.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1270
Now that you're here it's not the same situation
Suddenly I don't remember the rules anymore
_____- Billy Joel "This Night"
“Lemme in.” She was slumped against the door frame, leering up at him with a glassy, slack jawed gaze.
Kairn’s grip tightened on the inside of the same frame “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said with as much resolve as he could muster.
“Couldn’t help it.” She broke off with a loud hiccup, sliding even further down the wall. “Needed to see you.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
Lyssa snorted and pulled herself back upright so their faces were level. “When haven’t I been drinking?” She laughed and he could smell the gin on her breath. “Come on,” she said, playfully dragging a finger over his chest, “just for tonight?”
“Lyssa…”
She made a clumsy swipe at his lips with her own, the familiar sense of her heat washing over him with her touch. She laughed as she pulled away and he sighed.
“Come in.”
“Knew you’d see it my way,” she said, as he stepped aside and she pushed past into the house.
“I’m not about to let you spend the night on my stoop.”
“Course not.” The door snapped shut behind them and he found himself trapped in the entryway with her warmth and the smell of liquor. “How sweet.” Her hand slid down and curled itself around his backside.
“You’re not spending it in my bed either.”
Lyssa gave him a squeeze and a drunken giggle. “Right,” she said before sauntering into the kitchen.