"In sections," he managed to cough out, and he swore she moved her body back further into his. Something moved, anyway, and his eyes rolled to his ceiling as she talked him through the basics of decreasing collars.
"Move with the lines of the shirt." Juliet's hips swayed a little, and he tried not to groan. "Up" - to the left - "down" - to the right, and he worried to think what would happen once they reached the sleeves.
"The lines."
"Got it?"
She was purring. Literally purring, and her heart? Probably close to the speed of that kid's they'd had in interrogation that day for stealing the latest Xbox game from Wal-Mart.
I don't usually do this but: hummina-hummina-hummmmmmina. Damn, girl. Damn. When I wrote "ironing board" as a sorta joke? I didn't even know.
And Juliet's internal diary too! But...the ironing board = one of my favorite bits of non-porn porn ever.
Also: But instead of hugging him and pulling him into her heart while saying it'll be okay, she watched the dawn with a cup of coffee in her hand, alone, and the phone solid on the hook.
*weepy*
AND PIECES/WENDELL FOR THE WIN FOR THE WIN FOR THE WIN!!!
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Date: 2008-08-09 03:27 pm (UTC)"Move with the lines of the shirt." Juliet's hips swayed a little, and he tried not to groan. "Up" - to the left - "down" - to the right, and he worried to think what would happen once they reached the sleeves.
"The lines."
"Got it?"
She was purring. Literally purring, and her heart? Probably close to the speed of that kid's they'd had in interrogation that day for stealing the latest Xbox game from Wal-Mart.
I don't usually do this but: hummina-hummina-hummmmmmina. Damn, girl. Damn. When I wrote "ironing board" as a sorta joke? I didn't even know.
And Juliet's internal diary too! But...the ironing board = one of my favorite bits of non-porn porn ever.
Also:
But instead of hugging him and pulling him into her heart while saying it'll be okay, she watched the dawn with a cup of coffee in her hand, alone, and the phone solid on the hook.
*weepy*
AND PIECES/WENDELL FOR THE WIN FOR THE WIN FOR THE WIN!!!