"A spell?" he asked with almost-but-not-quite overblown incredulity, all big blue country-boy eyes. He pressed against her throat, which she so readily offered--but no teeth, no teeth. No, no teeth.
"A spell," he said again, this time while drawing a line of kisses down the length of her jaw.
"Was it words?" A kiss on her throat. "A gesture?" Another. "A line of chalk?" Another. "Was it because you passed behind that altar? Maybe that was it." Three more.
"So you're not locked up anymore. You're just spellbound." And he found her mouth again.
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Date: 2013-05-14 09:14 pm (UTC)"A spell," he said again, this time while drawing a line of kisses down the length of her jaw.
"Was it words?" A kiss on her throat. "A gesture?" Another. "A line of chalk?" Another. "Was it because you passed behind that altar? Maybe that was it." Three more.
"So you're not locked up anymore. You're just spellbound." And he found her mouth again.