05-29-2008, 08:32 AM
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Oh, he knew it was her, and he meant he could actually see the pink through the white fur on her face. He let his eyes trail her hands and wrists. He recognized the nature of the scars, and he had a lot of them under the white and pink bandages wrapped around his own wrists, along with more scars on the inside of his arms. He did not know the reasoning for her cuttings, but the most common was depression. Not his reasons. She was leaning closer and he let his eyes climb up to her face. He believed he knew what she wanted. He liked what he saw, he liked the inviting acts from her, yet not obvious if he had not been open for gentle hints. It was possible it was only his mind that was playing its own game, but he did not mind that either, as he was free to do what he wanted whenever he wanted.[/html]
He leaned a bit closer again, and then skin touched skin. His shoulder was barely touching hers. He reached out his arm and let two fingers gently stroke across one of her wrists, and he leaned his weight a bit more against her, and the chocolate male lowered her face against her, breathed in her scent and closed his eyes. Her scent was like light flowery perfume.