Iris swears against his lips, kissing him back fiercely, lost in her need for him. She vaguely feels him tugging at her shorts and squirms, wriggling herself out of them until she can kick them off. Her hands come up to cup his face, thumbs running over his cheeks over and over.
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Date: 2014-09-03 01:51 am (UTC)