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ἡ Κρεσσιδά εὔχεται τὴν ΄Εκάτην. (magikos) wrote in st_margarets,

Old furniture, despite what people believed, was actually pretty sturdy. At least if it was maintained. It was built to last and to be handed down. It held their weight well, though not without some strain from the exertion of their bodies moving against each other. Micah was muscle all over, after all. Cressida's breathing became more labored, the kisses interrupted by gulps of air, and groans of pleasure as they raced to the finish line.

Cressida moaned his name into his ear and at last the felt the trembling climax. Muscles clamping down as ripples washed over her and she squeezed against him. Her body shuddered and she started to relax, one muscle at a time. Her back pressing against the table cloth, and at some point a dish fell off the table and onto the floor. Lord Byron had yet to go and collect it.