<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/ElizabethHastings.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Elizabeth “Liz” Hastings<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jack Williams<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13th, late evening<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bedroom<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"> One of her hands had been moved onto his head, something she did not mind at all, and she had it follow each of his movement rather than to try to control it in any way. Her body betrayed her in spite of her will to make this last. She felt the tingle in her core morph into something stronger and she quickly fell over the edge. The hand that was still onto the sheet gathered a handful and gripped tightly.<br/><br/>Although she came hard, Liz did not tense up more than the hand that  gripped the sheet. She moaned softly, nowhere near loud enough to be heard by the neighboring rooms but enough for him to hear, which was what mattered. She arched her back and tried not to move her hips as he was hitting the spots just right. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted, both to express her pleasure with sounds and to make way for her heavy breathing.<br/><br/>Liz was remotely aware that he had been reaching for something else while working her up, and it’s only when she heard the packet land on the nightstand that she realized it was a preservative. Better be safe than sorry; she was a healthy young woman with no STD issues and a reproductive system in good order, using a preservative was a <em>very</em> good idea.<br/></div>