Date: 2014-06-16 02:31 am (UTC)
highland_hawk: (Default)

Erik had presence of mind enough to keep one hand on the lines so he didn't completely lose the ship, but his free hand was all about spanning her back, fingertips pressing into the fabric of her dress before slipping up to cup the back of her head. His mouth slanted over hers, tongue drawing along the seam of her mouth, a tentative question.

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting