<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis,<br/>Dorms<br/>Tagged: Sashira</strong><br/><br/>Russell gave a lazy grin as Sashira sagged against him, making sure to shift his hand from her tail to cup her backside while the arm he had around her waist tightened its grip.<em>It's bad manners to let a lady fall to the floor. And I haven't even done anything to <strong>really</strong> make her weak at the knees!</em>"Since when does fair matter?" he asked innocently. "If what I'm doing to you doesn't feel good then I'll stop. But if it feels good and makes you go weak at the knees, and your only objection is that it isn't fair.." The blue-eyed youth's grin turned as predatory as the one the succubus had given him when he was sprawled out on the bed beneath her. "...then get used to me doing it to you. Again and again and again." Brushing his lips against her cheek he then murmured in her ear, "Don't we have an orientation meeting to attend in a little while?"