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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 4:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 10:12 pm
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"No, Rajin," The sigh she let out was frustrated and a little upset. Despite that, she smiled when he kissed her head. She placed her hand on his, stopping him from opening the door. "I.." Krynn shook her head, "We can't do this.. this back and forth," She didn't know what to call it. She wanted to be so firm and serious, but all at once she wanted to tend to him, to kiss his bruises and treat him tenderly. The snake moved her hand so that it was beneath his, interlocking their fingers so that she held him, "I know that I'm not easy to deal with, believe me," There were times when she could almost remember the process.. or maybe she only thought she could. She had only been two, how could she remember? "I know how hard it is to.. to be with me and around me, but we can't react to each other the way we do," Her fingers squeezed some. She loved him, even if she didn't fully understand what it was to love someone. It was as though a switch went off in her mind. She knew she loved him. Despite wanting to be tough and in control of the conversation, Krynn found that, while speaking, she did become soft and tender, and by the end of it all she wanted to do (and did) was kiss him just as softly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 1:38 pm
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Pulled close, the pressure of their bodies together was pleasant and comforting. He knew and he understood, and it was all that Krynn could ask for. After a moment, the pressure became a discomfort for her. Without a chance to eat and shed, she was still a very sore lover. She pulled from him hesitantly, staring up at him. It broke her heart to think of how they fought, to think that they were so constantly here and there. That she could upset him so much. She didn't seem to notice that her eyes had filled with tears, and as the first few fell she became aware and began to rub them. She put her head down some, continuing to rub them. "I hate making you angry," Her Russian was coming out, "I mean, before.. it was fun," She gave a little laugh, looking up at him, "You got so mad," She was laughing more. "Do you remember that? It feels like so long ago, doesn't it?" It seemed that talking about it was actually lifting her mood.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 5:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 12:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 1:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:58 pm
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