<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belladonna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lola's / Belladonna's room<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desmond<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300351.msg14759680#msg14759680">Quote from: Mr Self Destruct on 17-03-2019, 10:49:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tell me your name..." he said, leaning in to kiss her once more. "What do the cowboys call you, sweetheart?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Once Desmond was in, and the door was closed, she locked it, to make certain no one, drunk or otherwise, would burst in on them.   She'd barely had time to set the glass down, when he was taking her into his arms.    She'd be lying if she said she wasn't moved by it, both the kiss and the way he held her.  Her own hands were popping open the buttons of his vest, then his shirt, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders as she looked up at him.<br/><br/>He was ruggedly handsome, and every bit the man that young women dreamed of, and parents dreaded.  His questions were answered, between kisses.   "Nandy..."  her lips parted, his lower lip caught between hers in another kiss as she answered the second half of that question.   "Belladonna."  The man was kissing her senseless, as both her pulse and her breath quickened.   As he freed the laces of her gown, she dropped her arms, letting the weight of the satin fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet.   She still had entirely too many clothes on, but then so too did he.<br/><br/>Her hands lifted once more, sliding beneath his shirt  and slipping up and over his shoulders to slip the garments free of him.   She was up on her toes, literally, a slight kick given to free herself of the gown as one hand slid up the back of his neck and into his hair.  Her other hand slid over his shoulder and over the muscle of his chest before sliding down his side to his waist, nails lightly raking his skin as she tried to pull him closer.<br/>