#gotmekilled

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        "Yes?"

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Nice helmet. Really brings out your eyes. And hair. And smile. And everything else that's covered by it.

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#i can totally see jason leaving a note#at wolverine's table at the school#and then running the hell away

fUCK

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     Can I talk to you?

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gotmekilled liked your post: “the muse begs to differ”

i had visions of laur just laying with him, kissing his bruises...

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the muse begs to differ

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?!

Send me a ?! for my muses reaction to yours slipping their hand inside his/her shirt.

     Laura's skin heated under his hands, for more reasons than just body heat. Her heart rate increased, pounding against her chest. She felt like a child. But she knew she liked his touch. His hands had been in her own, they'd been on her hips, they'd held her...

     But this was something different, and Laura wasn't sure how long she could hold out. As different as it was, there were still memories breaking through the thin wall her moments with him had created. They might just start to win out. Sliding her hand to meet his own, she held his hand still.

               But she didn't start to move it away, she just held it, still against her skin.