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thediceloveme ([personal profile] thediceloveme) wrote in [personal profile] lincolnmiller 2015-03-14 07:10 pm (UTC)

“Your lap is mine to command?” Lee asked trying to ignore the way that idea made her flush. “You really do sound like Roosevelt. Quit it, right now.”

Lee flailed for the remote, ignoring the controller, and put on one of the series of their shared favourite shows. He manhandled her into a comfortable position and she went where he put her, pressing his weight down on her but not squashing her. He was always so gentle with her. Thoughts of when he might not be so gentle with her flitted through her mind, those big hands in her hair, tugging and exposing her throat to his li-...

Her hips tried to roll but she stopped the movement and hoped Lincoln didn’t feel it. At the same time, he dropped his head onto her shoulder and started to fake snore obnoxiously.

She snorted a laugh. “You’re such an awful faker.” She said poking him in the side.


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