<span style="font-family:Philosopher">Her back had arched, scintillation in motion. His hands had reached out and gripped her breasts tenderly. She took hold of those hands and sat up. He almost growled in frustration as his attempted to allow his lips to wander further south was suddenly dashed by her movement. However, is eyes twinkled in delight as she seemed to look around at everything in awe. He was often surprised by just an emotion. After all, how much awe and wonder had he seen in his long, long life? It had inured him to the simple joys and luxuries that could be found in seeing such opulence.  <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff00ff">"Jesus...this place," </span>She said before placing a heated kiss on his lips. He nodded and pulled his hands away from her succulent mounds and rose from the bed, smiling down at her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Oh? I see. All this a ploy to get inside again."</span>He teased and reluctantly stepped away from the bed. As he walked, he shed his jacket off of his frame, tossing it on the chair nearest the fireplace. He knelt down next to the fireplace and turned a spigot and pushed a button. With those simple gestures a flame suddenly roared to life in the fireplace. Oh, the wonders of technology. It never ceased to amaze him.<br/>
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He turned back around to her. Standing in front of the fire, his shadow came alive, dancing at the whim of the flames around Katherine. As she watched him, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, the first thing revealed was his narrow, flat stomach. His pants hung low on his hips, accentuating the 'v' of his hips as they disappeared further below. Next was the broad, muscular chest before he pulled it completely off of his head and sent it to join his jacket. He was scarred in several places, the most dramatic one being a slashing scar across his abdomen that disappeared along the line of his ribs.<br/>
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He approached her once more, climbing on to the bed and crawling towards her. As her feet came in to reach, he grabbed ankle and practically yanked her so that she met him halfway as he came to rest over her again. Resting up on his elbows, he ran his finger through errant strands of red hair as he looked down at her, pondering his good fortune. A slow smile crept across his face as he took one strand of her hair and wound it around his finger idly. Slowly, tenderly, he leaned down and pressed lips to hers as the space between them suddenly diminished.</span>