Scuttle Buttin'
Demons at bay
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- Apr 27, 2003
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*He pads in bare foot, drips of water giving away his path, further drips creating the path he follows, his steps pausing for a beat when his eyes find her curled on the couch. One corner of his lips tip upwards, and he leaves the trail of water bits that she left for him to follow, instead slipping around behind the couch she's on. Without a word to announce his presence, though he's certain she not only expected but saw him as well, he slips splayed fingers up the back of her neck and into her hair, gripping lightly and pulling her head back. Her neck exposed to him, he bends over the back of the couch, lips finding the pulse hiding just under the skin, teeth nipping lightly*