“Come here,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around him. “I want you here,” he murmured. “Maybe I like having you in my arms. Even if we’re waiting. Of course, you’ll have to make sure we make it to bed and not the steps,” he teased, thinking about that with a groan.
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Date: 2012-10-14 11:43 pm (UTC)