"Oh god, yes..." His voice comes raspier than usual, hoarse with urgency. He starts pulling off her clothes more carelessly, then yanks off his own shirt and tosses it aside. When he pulls her close against his chest there's the faintest crackle of electricity, not seen or heard but felt, as if it were running just under the surface of his skin.
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Date: 2011-05-16 02:00 am (UTC)