[Well this had gone to hell in a hand basket rather quickly. Oddly, it wasn't his hands or lips on her skin that bothered her. Those she knew how to deflect, though she felt a vague desire to not push him away that she couldn't quite understand. That feeling, coupled with the fact that he was her friend and not fully in control of himself, kept her hands still and unstruggling. It was the feeling that something was encroaching on her mind that frightened her. Was he doing what she thought he was?]
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Date: 2012-09-23 07:58 am (UTC)Legion, don't do this.