Happy everyday. Real or not, they were a beautiful and welcome addition to this little gathering. You will forgive him of course, Cordelia, for a little slow, almost teenaged-boy groping.
Yes, those had definitely been tits that he'd felt that day when she'd hugged him and clung to him and tried to comfort Rory Fletcher the sad widower. He was sure of it now. They had been tits and they had in fact been these very tits and hail the conquering hero. (His sadly deceased wife had had a nice set too, come to think of it. Just come to think of it.)
Much better. And fuck these jeans, gosh. He kicked them off and away. Better completely off and lying on a stone altar bare-assed than hobbled by pants around one's ankles. At least in this situation.
"You're not cold, are you?"
Cold might be the least of her worries. For one thing, she could end up with skinned knees or a skinned ass on an altar like this.
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Date: 2013-05-17 01:59 am (UTC)Yes, those had definitely been tits that he'd felt that day when she'd hugged him and clung to him and tried to comfort Rory Fletcher the sad widower. He was sure of it now. They had been tits and they had in fact been these very tits and hail the conquering hero. (His sadly deceased wife had had a nice set too, come to think of it. Just come to think of it.)
Much better. And fuck these jeans, gosh. He kicked them off and away. Better completely off and lying on a stone altar bare-assed than hobbled by pants around one's ankles. At least in this situation.
"You're not cold, are you?"
Cold might be the least of her worries. For one thing, she could end up with skinned knees or a skinned ass on an altar like this.