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hey35andholding) wrote2012-07-03 02:30 am
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Room 35: Tommy
And up the stairs they come, to the Dan-blessed door of Clementine's domicile.
That room remains a contradiction. It's filled with paisleys and prints that belong in the distant past - Navajo patterns, psychedelic tie-dye and batiked violets. Yet is somehow neat as a pin, and manages to work as a collective whole. It smells heavily of an ambery incense and the lighting seems to be stuck permanently on a 'cheap highway motel' setting.
"So..." she says, tossing her bag on the rickety table nearest the TV set, "here we are." Bed or sofa? She picks the sofa quickly, lounges upon it alluringly, and arches her chest. "Can I...get you anything?"
Coffee, tea...boob?
That room remains a contradiction. It's filled with paisleys and prints that belong in the distant past - Navajo patterns, psychedelic tie-dye and batiked violets. Yet is somehow neat as a pin, and manages to work as a collective whole. It smells heavily of an ambery incense and the lighting seems to be stuck permanently on a 'cheap highway motel' setting.
"So..." she says, tossing her bag on the rickety table nearest the TV set, "here we are." Bed or sofa? She picks the sofa quickly, lounges upon it alluringly, and arches her chest. "Can I...get you anything?"
Coffee, tea...boob?
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But she'll never admit it straight out, because the holding down and banging hard part's so much fun.
She lets out an involuntary purr at the closeness, wrapping her arms around his neck as she comes closer. The position makes her remember something, twinges a memory in the depth of her being.
Clem only hopes she won't manage to dig it out, not while she's this comfortable.
"So," she wonders, "how do you feel about seconds?"
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"Seconds?" He grins, his gaze flicking from her eyes to her mouth and back up again. "I'm already thinking about thirds..."
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