"Well, it would depend," said Irwin, trying not to think too deeply about what he's saying - just letting the words come, tumbling over each other. His hand skimmed along Dakin's ribs, down to his bare hip, holding on.
"Sometimes I'd have you on a bed, sometimes I'd bend you over it..."
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Date: 2012-10-13 05:01 pm (UTC)"Sometimes I'd have you on a bed, sometimes I'd bend you over it..."