Date: 2009-01-25 07:09 am (UTC)
While Lex was all for the just taking, she felt the shift from desperate to purposeful. She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes. She almost drowned in the intent; the special, loving intent.

She gasped. "Oh Tolya..." Her tone was softer this time and she ran a hand through his hair so she could kiss him to show him that she followed his train of thought. Then she settled back into the bed, spreading her legs to give him space.
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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)

The Crazy Wheel

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