<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Let's Waste <em>Time</em> Chasing Cars</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong><em>Adult content</em></strong></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">With her elbow planted in the bed, Léa was in the perfect position to assist Shane in removing the single remaining item of clothing she wore. She shifted, lifting her hip from the bed as the white cotton fabric coasted down the creamy skin of her hip and thigh. The movement was frenzied on Shane’s part, the motions slightly jerky and awkward. Léa reveled in it. She wasn’t the only one losing control.<br/><br/>A sensual smile curled Léa’s lips. Right up until Shane’s mouth closed over her breast and Léa’s muscles went liquid with pleasure. The elbow dropped out from under her and she collapsed back to the bed rolling from her side to give Shane best access, now naked beneath the younger woman as her mouth did things to Léa’s breast that made it difficult to even breathe.<br/><br/>Léa’s back arched off the bed, a silent offering to Shane, begging with her body for the wet, hot sucking and tongue work to never stop. Léa’s fingers tunneled into Shane’s hair, holding her face to her breast as she gasped with pleasure.<br/><br/>“<acronym title="Oh my God! That feels so goooood. Harder Shane. Bite harder! More teeth!">Oh mon Dieu! Cela se sent si bon. Shane plus difficile. Mordre plus fort. Plusieurs dents!</acronym>” She gasped her back arching further as her head strained backward into the mattress.<br/><br/>With hungry fingers, Léa’s hands stroked feverishly at the soft skin available, running her palms over shoulders, arms, back and waist. Up the silky skin of Shane’s neck to slide through the short dark hair and back down, riding the ridges of her spine.<br/><br/>The sensations flooding her body were new and incredible. It had never been like this. Ricard had never made her feel this way. She was growing impossibly aroused, her body responding in a way that was so intense it almost frightened Léa.<br/><br/>Without conscious thought, her thighs dropped open at Shane’s silent direction. Then Shane touched her <em>there</em> and Léa felt like an electric current had been applied directly to her core. Her hips jolted and Léa wasn’t sure if her body meant to press into the touch or try to escape the absolute pleasure of it.<br/><br/>Her chest was heaving, her eyes closed as she struggled against the tide of pleasure that threatened to wash over her. Something was building in her and it was so big it frightened her. Léa blinked up Shane owlishly, a bit dazed from the sensations running riot in her body. Then Shane’s finger plunged deep and Léa’s palms slammed down on the bed, her hand clenching in the fabric of her silk duvet as she keened. <br/><br/>The muscles of her core contracted around the finger pressing in, expanding the tissues and rubbing against the nerve endings there. Léa’s abdomen curled up meeting Shane's mouth in a hot, wet kiss that threatened to burn the very air around them. <br/><br/>Shane pulled back, leaving Léa breathless and nearly incoherent.<br/><br/>“Shane,” she whimpered drawing in air and clamping her lower lip between her teeth as her hips pumped helplessly against the digits. <br/><br/>“<acronym title="My GOD SHANE!">Mon DIEU SHANE!</acronym>” she choked as Shane’s thumb joined the fray, stroking against her clit.<br/><br/>Léa ‘s eyes left Shane’s face to watch the younger woman’s hand at work on her and another flood of wet heat rolled over her. It felt good. So damn good…<br/><br/>Muscles going limp once again, Léa’s eyes rolled closed and her back dropped to the bed. She reached upward, bracing her hands against the headboard so she had better traction and was better able to grind down on Shane’s hand.<br/><br/>“<acronym title="More! Please!">Plus! Sil vous plait!</acronym> she begged in a whisper as another finger joined the first in her narrow passageway and skated over that magic bundle of nerves Ricard had never been able to find. The jolt of electricity that took her then shot like a bullet from her core. Up the back of her spine to tingle at the base of her neck and down to her feet, curling her toes.</span></span><br/>