Jason stands in the middle of his room, looking at his closet, very upset. "What was I thinking to wear this crap? And this room. I need a manservant."
Wincing, almost as if remembering where he was, with whom. Not stopping Leela though for a moment anger and rage flash in his eyes. Almost coming up, taking her down, taking...
Going still, feeling that hot tongue on his skin. 'I'm sorry. Both of you. I'm sorry.'
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 03:04 (UTC)Going still, feeling that hot tongue on his skin. 'I'm sorry. Both of you. I'm sorry.'
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