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toxic_cornSeries: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne
Title: Chapter Seven (7/12)
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Catch up on earlier chapters and see Nutmeg's awesome banner at the organizational post.
No smut here... nope, none at all...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Is she ready? We went underwear shopping yesterday and you should’ve seen some of the stuff she picked out. Trust me Claud; she’s ready.
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Claudia Kishi
“That was a good show,” Chad said, holding the car door open. “You should thank your friend for me for getting us tickets.”
Mary Anne’s eyes sparkled. “I’m surprised you were able to see any of it with your eyes glazed over.”
“What?! I was paying attention!” He smiled sheepishly at her skeptical look. “Okay, so the ballet isn’t my thing, alright?”
“It’s fine,” Mary Anne said, stepping up into his car. “I just wish you’d said something; I think Dawn would’ve enjoyed your ticket more.”
“And let you go out with another woman? Not on my watch.” He grinned teasingly and shut the door, circling around to the driver’s side.
Mary Anne watched him, smiling. She knew she should be annoyed with him but couldn’t really work herself up to it. Yes, watching a ballet while the person beside you heaves a heavy sigh every five minutes is irritating, but the fact that he’d even given it a try was sweet.
Chad started up the car and steered them out of the parking garage. They sat in comfortable silence, though Mary Anne could feel her heart starting to sink. With each date they had, it was growing more and more difficult to let him go. They’d end up passionately entwined for long minutes in either his car or hers, eventually tearing apart when one of them knocked the horn with a wayward elbow or other flailing limb.
“Mary Anne?”
“Hmmm?”
He was silent a moment before asking, voice low, “Would you like to go back to my place?”
Her heart thudded in her chest. His place? If they went back to his place, that meant… well, they wouldn’t be in for a game of checkers that was for certain. Was she really ready to spend the night with him? Of course she’d been daydreaming about it for weeks now, but was she really ready?
“It’s probably too-”
“I’d love to.”
They both looked at each other in surprise and a boyish grin spread across his face.
“Well, okay,” he said, lightly. It might have been her imagination but the car seemed to pick up a bit more speed.
~*~
“Let me give you a tour of the place,” Chad said as he took her coat and hung it up in the closet. “Here’s the living room, state of the art entertainment system, kitchen, dining room, patio…” He placed a hand on her back and eagerly steered her down the hall. “Bathroom on the left, office on the right and straight ahead…” He opened the door. “My bedroom.”
The room was decorated simply with mostly wooden furniture. She couldn’t really factor in anything else; the large bed took up most of her attention.
“It’s very nice,” Mary Anne said, softly.
Chad chuckled and shut the door behind him. “Make yourself at home.”
Mary Anne sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. She remembered learning in health class that it was important to be open and honest with your sexual partners.
“Just so you know, when I found out about Logan’s… lifestyle… I wondered what else he could be lying to me about. So I went and got tested and came up clean.” She took another deep breath, hands folded in her lap, and tried really hard for this not to sound like a classroom recitation though she suspected it did. “And I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” She looked to Chad expectantly.
“Uh, okay.” Chad raised an eyebrow.
Not quite the response she was looking for. She started to fumble a little. “So, um… just… thought you should know.” She raised her eyebrows, trying to give him a bigger hint.
“Well, thanks… I guess.” He frowned at her expression. “I have condoms if you’re worried.”
“Oh, I’m not worried, just… I didn’t want you to think that I was… carrying anything. Bad. You know.” She started to pick at a loose thread on his comforter. Ms. Goetz hadn’t said this would be so awkward…
Chad sat down beside her and leaned close. “Like the herpes?” he asked, mock serious.
Relaxing, Mary Anne started to giggle uncontrollably. “S-something like that, yeah!”
“Well, neither am I, so I think we’re good to go.”
Oh, she’d forgotten the most important part! “Also? Um. I’ve been on the pill for two years. So… we should be safe.” If the condom breaks. She smiled at him bravely.
He nodded, thinking that over. “Ok, so do you uh… still want me to… you know…” He gestured vaguely.
Mary Anne looked at him uncertainly. “I never have without one before so…”
“So… yes? No?”
“Yes. Wear one.” She realized she sounded abrupt and blushed. “I mean just this time… oh god.”
Chad chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. “Okay, that’s settled then.”
Here was the part she was so familiar with. Happily, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back, falling slowly backwards. He followed, sliding his hands up into her hair, his kisses getting deeper. This was really going to happen. She was going to spend the night with Chad.
He broke away from her mouth, panting. “Did… did you just squeal?”
Mortified, she nodded.
“Why?” He looked both amused and confused. “Did I pull your hair?”
“No, it’s just… I’m excited.”
He beamed at her. “Oh, just wait, sweetheart. This gets better.”
She shivered at the promise in his tone and went back to kissing him, smiling when his arms slid downwards to the zipper of her dress and lowered it smoothly. When he pulled his head away, she whimpered in protest but he was just sliding her dress down. His breath caught when the soft fabric was gone, revealing her breasts.
“This is pretty,” he said, running a finger along the strap of the red satin bra she’d picked up on a shopping trip with Dawn.
“I’m glad you think so,” she whispered. “I bought it with you in mind.”
His eyes darkened and he lowered his head to kiss her through the material, soaking it through as he started to gently suck. The sensation made her dizzy and she mindlessly circled her legs around his waist.
He drew away from her breast and grinned cheekily at her. “Do the bottoms match?”
Mary Anne worked to draw breath. “You’ll have to… find out… for yourself….”
His big, warm hands gently unlocked her ankles and her feet fell to the bed so he could tug the dress off completely. He sighed in satisfaction at the sight of her red lacey underwear.
“So pretty,” he murmured. “But, I bet you’re even prettier without them…” he hooked a finger under the waistband and started to pull them off when she stopped him. “What? Am I going too fast?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s just you need to catch up a little.”
He glanced downwards and saw he was fully clothed. “Huh. Good point. Better get on that one, Spier.”
Mary Anne giggled and started with his tie, gently loosening the knot and sliding it off over his head. She looked for somewhere safe to set it and he tugged it impatiently from her hands and threw it over his shoulder. After that, she knew not to be so delicate and slid his jacket off his shoulders, unmindful of where it spilled onto the floor. She managed to unbutton his shirt without ripping any of the buttons off and tossed it off to the side.
“Better?” he rumbled, and she ran her hands over his chest, feeling the vibration of his words.
“A little,” she said and tiptoed her fingers down his front to his belt. “I’d like you out of these, though.”
“So would I.” He patiently waited while she fumbled his belt open and unzipped his fly, then took over. He stood up to kick off his shoes and slip his socks off, abandoning his pants so all he was left in was his black silk boxer shorts. “Can we get to the good part now?”
“Yes.” She held her arms open for him and his expression softened as he nestled back down with her. His fingers went right back to her underwear and this time there was no resistance as he slid them down her legs.
When he drew back to take a good look, she closed her legs instinctively, blushing. He frowned and teased them apart to get the same reaction.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay with this?”
“I’m fine,” Mary Anne squeaked.
“Then why…?” He gestured to her locked legs.
She tried to loosen up. “Sorry. I’m fine, really.” She opened her thighs again, but started trembling.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, softly.
“I know,” she whispered.
He kissed her belly, rubbing her thigh gently. “I could never hurt you.” He kissed down her belly and she gasped when she realized what he was doing and again clamped her thighs together.
“Mary Anne.”
“I don’t like that, Chad.”
“What?”
“That.”
“Cunnilingus?”
She turned crimson. “Do you have to say it like that?!”
“It’s what it is!”
“Fine. No, I don’t like cunnilingus!”
He looked at her doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“Has anyone ever done this for you before?”
She looked away from him. “Well, no.”
“Then how do you know that you don’t like it?”
“I just… do.”
Chad looked at her carefully. “Well, how about this: I’ll give it a try and if you don’t like it, you tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”
After a moment, she nodded. “Okay.”
Grinning, Chad ducked between her thighs and kissed her sweetly where her legs met. It felt weird, maybe she should oh dear God in heaven. Mary Anne’s fists clenched in the bed sheets as his tongue did things she never knew tongues could do. He clearly knew what he was doing, and was cataloguing her every action, noting what made her sigh, what made her moan, what made her arch her hips and call his name.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the pleasure inside of her exploded and she collapsed, gasping.
Chad was above her in seconds. “I think you liked that.”
“Unh,” Mary Anne agreed. She smiled dreamily up at him and wove her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
He laughed lightly and brushed a kiss over her lips. “No, thank you.”
She stared up at him, eyelids heavy. “Are you ready?”
Chad looked down at the erection tenting his boxers and back up to her. “Are you kidding?” He reached for the beside table and opened the drawer, fishing around inside until he drew out a condom.
“Did… did you know this was going to happen?” Mary Anne asked, glancing at the wrapper.
Chad froze. No, he hadn’t, but they were still leftover from Rita. He couldn’t very well tell her that, though. Nothing killed the mood like bringing up the ex.
“A guy can hope, can’t he?” Chad said, lightly, and was relieved when she giggled softly in response. He eased his boxers down his hips, watching her face carefully when his erection swung free. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. Quickly, he slid on the condom and tossed the wrapper in the general direction of the wastebasket.
“Ready?” he asked, easing her thighs open a little more so he could have room.
She nodded and gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed into her. He was in halfway when she cried out.
“Are you okay?” he asked, anxiously.
“Yes,” she said, panting. “You’re just… bigger than I’m used to.”
Pride made him grin stupidly. “I’m not even in all the way yet.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No! No, that was a good ‘oh.’”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He eased in the rest of the way and swallowed thickly. God, was she ever tight. As well as not kissing her, Huckleberry Hound hadn’t been giving her any sexual attention, either. Well, he was going to make up for that. He was going to give this woman a perfect sexual experience or die trying.
Slowly, he started thrusting, and Mary Anne’s eyes fluttered shut, her expression angelic and blissful. Slow and careful, Shelten, get her really worked up so she’ll be screaming your name so loud they’ll hear her in Sweden.
“Mmm,” she murmured, smiling, and opened her eyes. She froze when she saw his face. “Chad? Chad, stop!”
He froze.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he said, a little put out. “I’m fine.”
She traced one of the lines in his face. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’re gearing up for battle.”
“I just want this to be perfect for you,” he muttered.
“Oh,” she whispered and gave him a sweet dream of a kiss. “Don’t you know this is already better than anything I’ve ever had? Shhhh. Just relax and let it happen.”
He stared into her warm brown eyes and nodded. “Okay.” He resumed thrusting, keeping it slow and gentle but he didn’t hold himself back when her legs wrapped around his waist again, or when her nails started to dig into his back. His pace increased more and more until he was slamming into her, keeping himself alert for any sound of pain from her. But she kept making those soft noises of pleasure, meeting him thrust for thrust until her inner walls suddenly clenched tight around him and she gasped out his name. Two more thrusts and he joined her, dropping down with her, their bodies a warm, sweaty tangle of limbs.
“See?” she whispered as he blinked sleepily. He felt her lips brush the corner of his mouth. “Wasn’t that nice?”
“Mmm,” he agreed, pulling her closer and drifted off into the sweetest, deepest sleep he’d had in years.
< Interlude 1 : Chapter Eight >
Title: Chapter Seven (7/12)
Authors:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Catch up on earlier chapters and see Nutmeg's awesome banner at the organizational post.
No smut here... nope, none at all...
Is she ready? We went underwear shopping yesterday and you should’ve seen some of the stuff she picked out. Trust me Claud; she’s ready.
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Claudia Kishi
“That was a good show,” Chad said, holding the car door open. “You should thank your friend for me for getting us tickets.”
Mary Anne’s eyes sparkled. “I’m surprised you were able to see any of it with your eyes glazed over.”
“What?! I was paying attention!” He smiled sheepishly at her skeptical look. “Okay, so the ballet isn’t my thing, alright?”
“It’s fine,” Mary Anne said, stepping up into his car. “I just wish you’d said something; I think Dawn would’ve enjoyed your ticket more.”
“And let you go out with another woman? Not on my watch.” He grinned teasingly and shut the door, circling around to the driver’s side.
Mary Anne watched him, smiling. She knew she should be annoyed with him but couldn’t really work herself up to it. Yes, watching a ballet while the person beside you heaves a heavy sigh every five minutes is irritating, but the fact that he’d even given it a try was sweet.
Chad started up the car and steered them out of the parking garage. They sat in comfortable silence, though Mary Anne could feel her heart starting to sink. With each date they had, it was growing more and more difficult to let him go. They’d end up passionately entwined for long minutes in either his car or hers, eventually tearing apart when one of them knocked the horn with a wayward elbow or other flailing limb.
“Mary Anne?”
“Hmmm?”
He was silent a moment before asking, voice low, “Would you like to go back to my place?”
Her heart thudded in her chest. His place? If they went back to his place, that meant… well, they wouldn’t be in for a game of checkers that was for certain. Was she really ready to spend the night with him? Of course she’d been daydreaming about it for weeks now, but was she really ready?
“It’s probably too-”
“I’d love to.”
They both looked at each other in surprise and a boyish grin spread across his face.
“Well, okay,” he said, lightly. It might have been her imagination but the car seemed to pick up a bit more speed.
“Let me give you a tour of the place,” Chad said as he took her coat and hung it up in the closet. “Here’s the living room, state of the art entertainment system, kitchen, dining room, patio…” He placed a hand on her back and eagerly steered her down the hall. “Bathroom on the left, office on the right and straight ahead…” He opened the door. “My bedroom.”
The room was decorated simply with mostly wooden furniture. She couldn’t really factor in anything else; the large bed took up most of her attention.
“It’s very nice,” Mary Anne said, softly.
Chad chuckled and shut the door behind him. “Make yourself at home.”
Mary Anne sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. She remembered learning in health class that it was important to be open and honest with your sexual partners.
“Just so you know, when I found out about Logan’s… lifestyle… I wondered what else he could be lying to me about. So I went and got tested and came up clean.” She took another deep breath, hands folded in her lap, and tried really hard for this not to sound like a classroom recitation though she suspected it did. “And I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” She looked to Chad expectantly.
“Uh, okay.” Chad raised an eyebrow.
Not quite the response she was looking for. She started to fumble a little. “So, um… just… thought you should know.” She raised her eyebrows, trying to give him a bigger hint.
“Well, thanks… I guess.” He frowned at her expression. “I have condoms if you’re worried.”
“Oh, I’m not worried, just… I didn’t want you to think that I was… carrying anything. Bad. You know.” She started to pick at a loose thread on his comforter. Ms. Goetz hadn’t said this would be so awkward…
Chad sat down beside her and leaned close. “Like the herpes?” he asked, mock serious.
Relaxing, Mary Anne started to giggle uncontrollably. “S-something like that, yeah!”
“Well, neither am I, so I think we’re good to go.”
Oh, she’d forgotten the most important part! “Also? Um. I’ve been on the pill for two years. So… we should be safe.” If the condom breaks. She smiled at him bravely.
He nodded, thinking that over. “Ok, so do you uh… still want me to… you know…” He gestured vaguely.
Mary Anne looked at him uncertainly. “I never have without one before so…”
“So… yes? No?”
“Yes. Wear one.” She realized she sounded abrupt and blushed. “I mean just this time… oh god.”
Chad chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. “Okay, that’s settled then.”
Here was the part she was so familiar with. Happily, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back, falling slowly backwards. He followed, sliding his hands up into her hair, his kisses getting deeper. This was really going to happen. She was going to spend the night with Chad.
He broke away from her mouth, panting. “Did… did you just squeal?”
Mortified, she nodded.
“Why?” He looked both amused and confused. “Did I pull your hair?”
“No, it’s just… I’m excited.”
He beamed at her. “Oh, just wait, sweetheart. This gets better.”
She shivered at the promise in his tone and went back to kissing him, smiling when his arms slid downwards to the zipper of her dress and lowered it smoothly. When he pulled his head away, she whimpered in protest but he was just sliding her dress down. His breath caught when the soft fabric was gone, revealing her breasts.
“This is pretty,” he said, running a finger along the strap of the red satin bra she’d picked up on a shopping trip with Dawn.
“I’m glad you think so,” she whispered. “I bought it with you in mind.”
His eyes darkened and he lowered his head to kiss her through the material, soaking it through as he started to gently suck. The sensation made her dizzy and she mindlessly circled her legs around his waist.
He drew away from her breast and grinned cheekily at her. “Do the bottoms match?”
Mary Anne worked to draw breath. “You’ll have to… find out… for yourself….”
His big, warm hands gently unlocked her ankles and her feet fell to the bed so he could tug the dress off completely. He sighed in satisfaction at the sight of her red lacey underwear.
“So pretty,” he murmured. “But, I bet you’re even prettier without them…” he hooked a finger under the waistband and started to pull them off when she stopped him. “What? Am I going too fast?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s just you need to catch up a little.”
He glanced downwards and saw he was fully clothed. “Huh. Good point. Better get on that one, Spier.”
Mary Anne giggled and started with his tie, gently loosening the knot and sliding it off over his head. She looked for somewhere safe to set it and he tugged it impatiently from her hands and threw it over his shoulder. After that, she knew not to be so delicate and slid his jacket off his shoulders, unmindful of where it spilled onto the floor. She managed to unbutton his shirt without ripping any of the buttons off and tossed it off to the side.
“Better?” he rumbled, and she ran her hands over his chest, feeling the vibration of his words.
“A little,” she said and tiptoed her fingers down his front to his belt. “I’d like you out of these, though.”
“So would I.” He patiently waited while she fumbled his belt open and unzipped his fly, then took over. He stood up to kick off his shoes and slip his socks off, abandoning his pants so all he was left in was his black silk boxer shorts. “Can we get to the good part now?”
“Yes.” She held her arms open for him and his expression softened as he nestled back down with her. His fingers went right back to her underwear and this time there was no resistance as he slid them down her legs.
When he drew back to take a good look, she closed her legs instinctively, blushing. He frowned and teased them apart to get the same reaction.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay with this?”
“I’m fine,” Mary Anne squeaked.
“Then why…?” He gestured to her locked legs.
She tried to loosen up. “Sorry. I’m fine, really.” She opened her thighs again, but started trembling.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, softly.
“I know,” she whispered.
He kissed her belly, rubbing her thigh gently. “I could never hurt you.” He kissed down her belly and she gasped when she realized what he was doing and again clamped her thighs together.
“Mary Anne.”
“I don’t like that, Chad.”
“What?”
“That.”
“Cunnilingus?”
She turned crimson. “Do you have to say it like that?!”
“It’s what it is!”
“Fine. No, I don’t like cunnilingus!”
He looked at her doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“Has anyone ever done this for you before?”
She looked away from him. “Well, no.”
“Then how do you know that you don’t like it?”
“I just… do.”
Chad looked at her carefully. “Well, how about this: I’ll give it a try and if you don’t like it, you tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”
After a moment, she nodded. “Okay.”
Grinning, Chad ducked between her thighs and kissed her sweetly where her legs met. It felt weird, maybe she should oh dear God in heaven. Mary Anne’s fists clenched in the bed sheets as his tongue did things she never knew tongues could do. He clearly knew what he was doing, and was cataloguing her every action, noting what made her sigh, what made her moan, what made her arch her hips and call his name.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the pleasure inside of her exploded and she collapsed, gasping.
Chad was above her in seconds. “I think you liked that.”
“Unh,” Mary Anne agreed. She smiled dreamily up at him and wove her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
He laughed lightly and brushed a kiss over her lips. “No, thank you.”
She stared up at him, eyelids heavy. “Are you ready?”
Chad looked down at the erection tenting his boxers and back up to her. “Are you kidding?” He reached for the beside table and opened the drawer, fishing around inside until he drew out a condom.
“Did… did you know this was going to happen?” Mary Anne asked, glancing at the wrapper.
Chad froze. No, he hadn’t, but they were still leftover from Rita. He couldn’t very well tell her that, though. Nothing killed the mood like bringing up the ex.
“A guy can hope, can’t he?” Chad said, lightly, and was relieved when she giggled softly in response. He eased his boxers down his hips, watching her face carefully when his erection swung free. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. Quickly, he slid on the condom and tossed the wrapper in the general direction of the wastebasket.
“Ready?” he asked, easing her thighs open a little more so he could have room.
She nodded and gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed into her. He was in halfway when she cried out.
“Are you okay?” he asked, anxiously.
“Yes,” she said, panting. “You’re just… bigger than I’m used to.”
Pride made him grin stupidly. “I’m not even in all the way yet.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No! No, that was a good ‘oh.’”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He eased in the rest of the way and swallowed thickly. God, was she ever tight. As well as not kissing her, Huckleberry Hound hadn’t been giving her any sexual attention, either. Well, he was going to make up for that. He was going to give this woman a perfect sexual experience or die trying.
Slowly, he started thrusting, and Mary Anne’s eyes fluttered shut, her expression angelic and blissful. Slow and careful, Shelten, get her really worked up so she’ll be screaming your name so loud they’ll hear her in Sweden.
“Mmm,” she murmured, smiling, and opened her eyes. She froze when she saw his face. “Chad? Chad, stop!”
He froze.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he said, a little put out. “I’m fine.”
She traced one of the lines in his face. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’re gearing up for battle.”
“I just want this to be perfect for you,” he muttered.
“Oh,” she whispered and gave him a sweet dream of a kiss. “Don’t you know this is already better than anything I’ve ever had? Shhhh. Just relax and let it happen.”
He stared into her warm brown eyes and nodded. “Okay.” He resumed thrusting, keeping it slow and gentle but he didn’t hold himself back when her legs wrapped around his waist again, or when her nails started to dig into his back. His pace increased more and more until he was slamming into her, keeping himself alert for any sound of pain from her. But she kept making those soft noises of pleasure, meeting him thrust for thrust until her inner walls suddenly clenched tight around him and she gasped out his name. Two more thrusts and he joined her, dropping down with her, their bodies a warm, sweaty tangle of limbs.
“See?” she whispered as he blinked sleepily. He felt her lips brush the corner of his mouth. “Wasn’t that nice?”
“Mmm,” he agreed, pulling her closer and drifted off into the sweetest, deepest sleep he’d had in years.
< Interlude 1 : Chapter Eight >
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Date: 2006-12-31 04:23 am (UTC)First night sex talk - way to go MaryAnne - very responsible of you... if somewhat awekward. Very cool!
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Date: 2006-12-31 04:42 am (UTC)