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D A Y 0 8
CHAPTER 2
NOV 7TH | 54℉☀(windy)
▸ Parka up for a cold an--*CHSKSSS--*- windy day in Blackwell folks! I sure do hope--*CHSKSSS--*-search team down at the lake won't--*CHSKSSS--*---*CHSSK--*-trouble out on the waters. Professional divers have been going in since dawn, let's give it up for the professional --*CHSKSSS--*-!!
▸ Old Lady Petunia has paid me to say DO NOT SEEK OUT THE ANGELS--*CHSKSSKK--SK--SSSH--*- In fact, there are no such thing as angels. See how easy that was? No angels, no problem.
▸ And now back to our --*CHSKSSS--*-regularly scheduled programming.
THE RISING IS NOT IN EFFECT
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We can do that.
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What'd you have in mind?
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I usually let it flow. [ she's not leaning any closer, but her nose is brushing hers and her hands trail up her arms, to her shoulders, and down to her ass. come here u ]
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[ the kiss is very much welcomed and she leans in halfway to meet her lips, head tilting slightly for better access. her hands come around to the front, dragging over the waistband of whatever she's wearing, and she hooks her index fingers under it to keep her close.
hello sailor. ]
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no housekeeping better pop in, she doubts it, but the chance that they might still excites her ]
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she doesn't unzip the BFD polar fleece because she's too busy getting her hands back on harry, trailing her fingers up her jacket to pull it off. getting real #yolo ]
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Bed first, Jacuzzi later? [ she implores, breathless as she leans back in to place a line of kisses along her jaw, unzipping the fleece and continuing to corral her across the room towards the bed with little tugs ]
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Yeah. [ yeah? yeah. what? she's not listening, she's too distracted, leaning her cheek against hers at the kisses. she doesn't even look to where she's being walked to, taking backwards steps without tripping over herself. it's a challenge. ]
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eventually her knees bump against said bed and she ends up stumbling down ungracefully, but not without a laugh. she hooks a leg around harry's and tugs her over to her, quickly slipping an arm around her waist to roll them over so she's more or less laying on her, her hand back on her waist but slipping under her clothes so she can scratch her fingernails lightly on her skin while she kisses her. ]