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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 2:52:12 GMT
He smiles back down at her, "and you have changed mine all. The same" Asamanar says quietly, "which is why I want to tell you something"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 2:55:15 GMT
Clara looked a little worried. "What?" She asks quietly.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:10:56 GMT
"Your the only person I've ever told my life's story to. No one else has heard my story of my scar, or heard about my panther, or what I do when I'm not in college, just you. Your the only person I've ever loved, and if I have anything to do with it you'll be only person. Who knows, maybe in 10 years I'll love another girl, and she will call you "mommy."
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:18:35 GMT
Clara hugged him tight, emotions filling her at the brim. "Thank you... I would like that..." she whispers gently in his ear. "I hope you know that my father forgot to let you know that I stopped doing the... slut thing a few years ago..." she informs him quietly. "After my mother died, I haven't planned on doing it ever again," she promises.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:22:02 GMT
He told on top of her gently, and looks down into her eyes with his, which were full of love, "I'm glad Dove, but I was never worried in the first place. I knew ever since our first kiss that you loved me just like I loved you"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:26:34 GMT
"Me too," Clara whispered, smiling up at his loving eyes. Never before had she felt more important, more loved.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:27:56 GMT
He leaned his head down and kissed her deeply, a hand on either side of her head, holding him up.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:29:08 GMT
His hands on her head made her feel safer. She happily kissed him back, draping her arms around his neck.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:34:00 GMT
He deepens the kiss slightly, lowering himself to make it easier for her to have her arms around him.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:35:09 GMT
Clara pushed her tongue into his mouth, gently playing with his. She didn't ever want to leave his mouth, but she knew that it just wasn't a realistic wish.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:41:33 GMT
His tongue wrestled gently with hers as his hands slid to her sides, gently sliding up them.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:43:02 GMT
Clara moaned passionately, shivering as his hands slid up her sides.
((sorry for short posts ))
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:47:46 GMT
(It's k)
He broke the kiss slowly and slid his hands to the front of her robe, gently undoing it and opening it.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 3:50:31 GMT
(( Move to messages? ))
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 3:53:03 GMT
(Sure!)
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