That noise she recognizes. Whimper trying not to be, and a laugh is bubbling all through her that Slade thinks he can hold back here.
Slade's hand on my ribs, petting muscle and another scar, stroking back up to my breast, and I have to lean forward to bite his throat, my teeth where, I know, he had once had a collar.
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Date: 2008-06-27 02:40 am (UTC)Slade's hand on my ribs, petting muscle and another scar, stroking back up to my breast, and I have to lean forward to bite his throat, my teeth where, I know, he had once had a collar.