Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She turned into his kiss, her knitting settling into her lap. "Yes. Lots 'n' lots of fun. How are you, cher? Sorry 'bout all the noise."
Her hand stroked up his face, fingers twining in his hair. She felt wonderful, and found her heart full to bursting with love for this wonder of a man.