Date: 2009-03-08 04:53 am (UTC)
chesspolitik: (Gonna Be Your Wound)
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Anatoly closed his eyes with a loud moan, his hips twitching forward. Her hands were smaller and softer now, but every bit as sensual as before. It was all he could do not to roll over and take her right then and there, with no thought but his own desire.

"I need you," he murmured desperately, twisting one hand in the sheets and the other gently in her hair. "Oh Lex, please...."
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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 Past Players

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