Now that just wasn't going to do at all. She could feel him pressing against her clothes, and it would absolutely not do.
Pulling away from his teeth, she sat up, practically ripping her tank over her head. It stuck along the chain but she didn't care. Then she was leaning over him, one arm on either side of his head, supporting her weight. Her red hair fell around them as a tiny spot of deeper crimson dripped from her shoulder onto his chest.
"If you're waiting for an invitation, this is it."
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Date: 2013-05-14 09:38 am (UTC)Pulling away from his teeth, she sat up, practically ripping her tank over her head. It stuck along the chain but she didn't care. Then she was leaning over him, one arm on either side of his head, supporting her weight. Her red hair fell around them as a tiny spot of deeper crimson dripped from her shoulder onto his chest.
"If you're waiting for an invitation, this is it."