<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br/><hr/><br/>He had to know what he was doing to her. What woman could stand up to this? His closeness, the smooth bass of his voice, the way his accent soothed her...she was becoming putty. And now..now he was increasing the intimacy of their contact.<br/><br/>Kitty didn't move as she felt his fingers brush the hair awa from her ear. However, when she felt his lips against the sensitive lobe she couldn't help but let slip a slight gasp. Eyes fluttered as he spoke in gentle tones, the mere bit of contact seeming to be exceptionally erotic to her. Cheeks were flushed, and soft lower lip was captured as she shifted in place, thighs squeezing together. The words...she had no clue what he said. But whatever it was had gone straight through her, and caused things deep down to clench in white-hot desire.<br/><br/>Her breath hitched a moment, and she fought to regain her voice. Not moving, fearful that any motion would break the contact they had, she spoke...her voice a wavering whisper. "W....what uhh...." Tongue flickered out, moistening those lips as eyes remained closed. "What does that...uhh....m...mean?"