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Sep. 4th, 2005 08:16 pmHe just sits there, right next to her on the bed, and looks at her. Watches her. Studies her, and it makes him smile.
He can't help it.
She's in that blue Jeet Kune Do t-shirt again and he likes -- no loves -- the way it hugs her curves. And he's tempted as hell to run his hand over the shirt, feel the heat from her body, so seductive and appealing, soaking right through the Martian cotton, but he doesn't.
He just sits there, all appreciation.
Lucky son of a bitch, Spike. You're lucky as hell.
He can't help it.
She's in that blue Jeet Kune Do t-shirt again and he likes -- no loves -- the way it hugs her curves. And he's tempted as hell to run his hand over the shirt, feel the heat from her body, so seductive and appealing, soaking right through the Martian cotton, but he doesn't.
He just sits there, all appreciation.
Lucky son of a bitch, Spike. You're lucky as hell.
