Date: 2009-01-23 01:00 am (UTC)
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Lex bit back a groan. She hadn't meant it, but she kissed him in return before laying back against the pillows again, hair spilling out under her. She reached her hand up and felt his stubble before running a finger over his lips. "Oh alright," Lex said with a heavy sigh. "Shave it off. All the better for you to grow it back." If Anatoly wasn't definitely sure who the woman was, this smile was pure Lex.
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

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