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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Avarien's face slightly dropped, at first not detecting the playfulness in her voice.  A supple pout jutted out his bottom lip, and he slumped against the railing a little further, dropping the fork onto the tray.  His eyes followed the clouds for a little while, observing their shapes, and how fast they moved.  It only kept his attention at bay for a moment or so before he was bored at looking at them.  Turning on his heels, he leaned his back against the railing, his arms leaning at either side of him over the ledgers.  Not only did it give him a better look at things, it also made it a little easier having to stand.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">《</span> <b>JASNA VON SEGUR</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Even if Jasna had noticed that Howl was going to pull her into his lap, she wouldn't have had time to react.  She moved with ease, resting in his lap in a straddle, her legs on either side of his with her hands resting on his chest.  Her fingers twitched, wanting to move them, but at the same time, the arousal and electricity circuiting from his body to hers was too good to pull away from.  Jasna's eye hadn't even looked up from his chest until his free hand cupped against her cheek, smoothing over her skin almost absent mindlessly.  It was a little startling, to be seeing so many new sides to Howl in such a short time span, half expecting him to scratch her to bring out his more pronounced personality.  Her lips parted when he muttered, and she almost replied, but there were no words on her tongue, nothing in her mind to say back to him.<br/>
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She had just started to get used to sitting on his lap when his arm moved, allowing his hand to cup against her rear.  A shocked gasp cooed from the back of her throat at the feel of his erection, moving her right hand unknowingly to clench against his shirt.  His words furthered her arousal, images of her past dreams, and the one that just played out minutes before, all flashed through her mind.  Every time she blinked, she was re-dreaming one of her most favorite fantasies, or a small action that really stuck with her.  Jasna knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it.  There was something about Howl that completely messed her up, and in moments like these ones, she didn't want it to go away.  She wanted to share the madness that was locked inside him, but she never had the courage to give up her facade to do so.  And what if someone walked in during her one slip up on self control?  She wouldn't be able to handle news like that spreading around.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Howl, no... I can't..."</b></span>  There wasn't anything remotely close to sincerity in her voice, trying to put up a barrier between them, but there were many cracks.  She wanted him too much to block him out this time.  When his hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, she knew what was coming, her eyelids clenching before his lips even descended on her own.  The kiss was harsh, completely taking her breath as she tried to fight against his dominating kiss, and her willpower.  Her willpower quickly diminished, however, leaving her starving for sexual attention.  Jasna kissed him back, just as roughly as he had started, her left hand lifting to slip into his hair at the back of his neck.  Without really thinking, she pulled the strands, shifting her waist against his, groaning against his lips from the press of his erection.</li>
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