You are mine, and I am yours. T'hy'la. Fingers laced into Spock's shirt and tugged, pulling him back to the bed.
I want what is mine. He moved his mouth to bite roughly against green skin. His next words bore amusement, Want to remove the traces of him from your mind.
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Date: 2009-10-07 07:07 pm (UTC)I want what is mine. He moved his mouth to bite roughly against green skin. His next words bore amusement, Want to remove the traces of him from your mind.