F$*k a stack of Bibles, Katchoo might say, and to hell with . . . uh, with the question of going to hell.
But that was all beside the point, wasn't it?
Besides, kissing a slow, deliberate trail down Francine's sternum, pausing every now and then to flick her tongue against bare skin then exhale a warm breath against the spot -- wasn't that an answer, or at least reassurance?
She certainly wasn't showing any intention of stopping.
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Date: 2010-01-24 09:42 pm (UTC)But that was all beside the point, wasn't it?
Besides, kissing a slow, deliberate trail down Francine's sternum, pausing every now and then to flick her tongue against bare skin then exhale a warm breath against the spot -- wasn't that an answer, or at least reassurance?
She certainly wasn't showing any intention of stopping.