<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Snow & Sam<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><br/>He chuckled softly at Sam and murmured back with a glint in his eyes.<em><strong>"Perish the thought, mon ami, your moves are perfect just as they are.  If you tried to change them, you'd only end up seeming...less authentique.  That would be a travesty and I refuse to have any part in it."</strong></em>His half-grin seemed to indicate he was being somewhat facetious, but only partially.<br/><br/>As they followed Sam, his thumb brushed over the back of Snow's hand, tracing the silken texture of her skin and mapping the delicate bones she had so willingly entrusted to his grip.  He followed their guide's gestures and laughed softly in all the right places, enjoying the stories for what they were.  All the while, he was aware of the electricity that charged the air around the three of them, the anticipation that grew with each step and second that ticked by.  It crackled against his skin and seeped into his muscles, heating his blood until he could feel every pulse of his heart beat through every vein.  The patient beats seemed to be counting the moments until they would succumb to the rising desire and fall upon one another with a bestial hunger for the feel of skin to skin and breath to breath.<br/><br/>The touch to his neck sent a pleasurable tingling all along his scalp that triggered a tightening in his lower abdomen, and he leaned subtly into the passage of Sam's fingertips.  A low, animal growl echoed in his chest before he murmured with all the melting richness of a thick coffee liquor.<strong>"I've never once been accused of an over-abundance of conventionality, my sweet.  I say that you show us the way to paradise, and we cease pretending we're not all aching to lose ourselves in one another for a few hours."</strong>