"I -- mmmm -- heard that," Emma informed him, gleefully tossing his shirt somewhere far away. "'m not a fling and neither are you. We're Special, darling."
It was the closest she'd ever come to saying those words.
But right now there was skin to explore, and Emma purred as she ran her hands over his arms and down his back, then back up his neck to tangle in his hair.
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Date: 2010-07-06 12:59 am (UTC)It was the closest she'd ever come to saying those words.
But right now there was skin to explore, and Emma purred as she ran her hands over his arms and down his back, then back up his neck to tangle in his hair.