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*LMAO* psst. never leave a lady waiting when in the throes of passion! *LMAO*
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Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. *LMAO*
ic: He greets her smile with his own. He kisses her lightly on her forehead and caresses her cheek allowing his hand to linger on the side of her face.
“We start where our last conversation stopped – with an explosion,” he laughs. Having taken the locket from her, he opens it and places it in her hands all the while holding her eyes with his own. The winds have begun to build again and his voice intensifies even as it softens.
“I have dared to think many things this last night that I had not dared think before, woman.” He returns his hand to her cheek, brushing it once more.
Woman he calls her, the word chosen to undo the speaking of the previous night when he invoked sacred boundaries against an outsider’s trespass.
Woman – there is a note of invitation in his words, an opening of sacred space to receive her. The air itself enfolds her even as he gently removes himself from her embrace and rises to his feet. He stands, intensely alive in the mounting winds, his eyes fixed on her face.
[ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]