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CHAMBERS, samara b. (tracelines) wrote in pandorarpg,

Samara was glad that the clothing was being shed so quickly because she did not want to wait any longer for this and it seemed that they were of like minds on this matter. As Eli stepped out of his trousers, she began tugging at the zipper of her own skirt and wondered why she chose to wear these types of clothing when they took so bloody long to take off at times like these. She couldn't seem to get the stupid thing unzipped and she was slightly distracted by the newly exposed expanses of her husband's body so she said, "Oh bugger all!" and gave up.

There were much more interesting things to be doing here than worrying about her bloody skirt, like kiss her husband's mouth, his neck, his chest, run her hands down the planes of his stomach, trail kisses down that was well. She pushed him back against the desk, running her hands down over his hips and trailing kisses after them. Samara had a destination in mind, but she never quite made it there because something on his right hip caught her eye and she remained there, frozen, just staring at the dark spot that matched her own on the back of her calf.

She opened her mouth once or twice but nothing would come out of it. Finally she managed, "Eli," and then, "what is this?" She didn't even need to ask because she already knew but for some reason she couldn't stop herself from asking anyhow. Her hand began to shake as she moved it toward the mark, pressing her thumb over it for a moment and then lifting it away as though it would not be there when she removed it. But it was still there.