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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 8, 2012 18:06:14 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield shifted a bit with a light shiver as she nipped at his lower lip, letting out a low and grated chuckle. The urge to speak was gnawing in the pit of his stomach, but his distraction with her lips was far greater. She had bit his lip for him metaphotically as well, it seemed. He fiddled softly with the curled ends of her bedhead hair, twisting his fingers through it and around it. Before long, his whole body was in a limp haze. It felt so wonderful to feel so young again.
When her tongue met his, he let out a hot breath, feeling the soft glide of her warm flesh within her mouth, dipping into his. The swipes were long and languid, and caused him to moan out for her.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Feb 14, 2012 2:09:13 GMT
Amelia felt the moan on her lips and her caressing hands made slowly gentler movements over the doctor's face. She continued their open-mouthed kiss for a few moments longer, enjoying the feeling. Gradually her movements became less hungry. Her kisses became softer. She pulled her tongue from his mouth and slid it lightly over his lips before pulling away all together and taking her hand in both of hers.
A little smile lit Amelia's eyes. "Perhaps that will help you not to forget me completely after I leave."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 14, 2012 3:15:33 GMT
"Oh, no, I couldn't forget what conspired last night," he said in a long, soft breath, voice low and still heady from the daze. How could a crazy girl have been so human? It didn't matter. Not anymore. Not since he'd found a new someone.
Funny, how his entire life, he'd been devoted to crushing the weak opposite sex, mainly those who suffered from madness like his horrid mother had. And yet, since his beloved new job here at the Asylum, all he'd seemed to find was women. Could he consider himself straight? Bisexual at the worst? Or should it be better not to define it at all? He stroked her cheek with his thumb for a moment thoughtfully before kissing her forehead. When he meant to draw away, he could not let go of the chaste smooch quite yet.
"The sun is nearly up. We really must part ways, my dear. Can I count on your good behaviour here?" His eyes were full of concern that was quite unnatural for him, "I wish to see you again next saturday. Let us meet in the sitting room this time, should you behave. Remember."
With these parting words, he lifted her softly from his lap and set her on her feet before standing himself, hearing his aging back pop in relief of the change of position.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 14, 2012 3:17:13 GMT
(If you'd quite like, you may join my thread "Surprise Guests". Or we could create our own for the purpose of their next meeting.)
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