The safety lock was easy to stick; her hair tie did nicely, keeping the lock mechanism from turning or being popped from the outside. Sinthia moved closer, fingers touching everywhere she could on him and kissing his smooth face in between laughs and a gentle gasp when his fingers slid between her legs.
"I missed how your hands feel, Illya," she murmured. "I miss not being with you."
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Date: 2016-03-27 03:18 am (UTC)"I missed how your hands feel, Illya," she murmured. "I miss not being with you."