<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;">She was lost in a sea of sensation, drunk on the taste, smell and feel of the woman in her arms. There was no rational thought. Only want. <em>Need.</em> Her lips drank from the font that was Shane and Léa became transformed.<br/><br/>Cool air chased over her abdomen and then circled around the breasts hanging unrestrained but crushed against Shane’s chest. When the fabric of her rapidly disappearing shirt caught under Léa’s arms, a small disgruntled sound escaped Léa’s lips, her brow pulling into an adorable moue of discontent due to the separation. Her body understood what her mind protested and moved with the motion, arms releasing their prize long enough to lean back and the shirt slipped from between them to fall discarded to the floor. <br/><br/>The move rocked her pelvis against Shane’s jeans again and a ragged groan slipped from Léa’s lips, eyes falling closed as her head fell back to settle against the wall. Even the cool air now brushing across her skin seemed like too much stimulus. <br/><br/>Léa felt her nipples hardened to a point close to pain, her hands reaching up to clench in her own blond locks as Shane’s arms curled around her body. With eyes still closed, she nodded an encouragement  Shane likely couldn't even see while the younger woman’s hot, wet lips coasted up the sensitive skin of her neck. Electricity darted from that point of contact. Down to her toes and along the back of her neck. It arrowed down to her groin and Léa felt herself growing impossibly wet. <br/><br/>A ragged inhale and Léa’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth, her hands leaving her hair to curl instinctively around Shane as her feet left the floor. Léa‘s second leg curled around the girl’s hips, holding their bodies close.  The moved brought their torsos back together, Léa’s nipples abrading against the cotton of Shane’s muscle shirt as they moved dragging another whimper from deep in her chest. <br/><br/><em>God yes!</em> she thought seeing the wall recede behind them. <em>The bed.</em> They needed the bed! But the words didn’t leave her lips. Instead her tongue flicked out, tracing the curl of Shane’s ear then capturing the lobe and suckling it gently. <br/><br/>Her lips lost purchase on the delectable bit of flesh as she fell backwards onto the softness of her bed. Léa’s arms extended upward, her back arched for a moment one foot planting in the bed, the other straightening until the toes pointed as the decadence of her naked skin against the silk of her duvet was added into the sensual mix. But her eyes were on Shane. God the girl was beautiful. With that thick dark hair, cat ate the canary cocky grin and sexy glint in her eyes.<br/><br/>Léa licked her lips, her mouth falling open as she waited impatiently for Shane to join her. Her breathing accelerated, becoming a light pant. Shane’s shirt flew over her head and then landed somewhere behind her. But Léa’s eyes were glued to the creamy expanse of skin exposed. Her pupils dilated with desire, her chest heaving as she tried to get enough air.<br/><br/>And then Shane was there, on the bed with her and moving in. <br/><br/>“Shane,” Léa whispered, not really knowing what she was asking for. There were too many things she wanted in that moment to narrow it down enough to articulate a single thing.Instead she curled toward the heat of Shane’s body, her eyes staring into the other woman’s, Shane's hand moving slowly with deliberate sensuality over Léa overheated flesh.<br/><br/>A hand landed lightly on the warm flesh near Shane’s waist, but Léa's attention was wholly captured by Shane’s expression. Her blue eyes swept the fine arch of Shane's brow, dipped along the blades of her cheeks, lingered on the plump wet flesh of the woman's lower lip. The look on Shane’s face was like a drug, pumping through her veins and washing away all the terrible memories of prior experiences. The pain and humiliation she’d found in the bedroom with Ricard by the end of their engagement was relegated to some forgotten back corner or her brain. There was room for nothing between the Shane and Léa but passion.<br/><br/>Léa swallowed hard, her eye lids drooping, her body swaying into the touch as Shane fondled her breast. The sweep of Shane's thumb caused her womb to contract, a shiver of need painting itself across Léa's skin in the form of goose bumps.  <br/><br/>“Shane,” she whispered again, her French accents thick and curling around the name, making it sound exotic in the quiet of the room. Léa sounded needy, worshipful, hungry, as her eyes fell closed.<br/><br/>And then Shane’s lips met hers and Léa poured herself into the kiss, saying with her lips and tongue in a hot, wet communication the words she couldn’t the voice to speak only moments earlier. She shifted on the bed, drawing closer to Shane, seeking body contact. She wanted Shane's flesh pressed against her own. No. She <em>needed</em> it.<br/><br/>With hungry strokes Léa’s fingers started their own trek of exploration. The two shared heated kisses as those fingers wandered over the lush bounty that was Shane. The other woman became Mount Everest to her Edmund Hillary. Up the slope of Shane’s back they swept, taking in the gentle ridges of her spine, the graceful arch of her shoulders, the downy softness of Shane's hair. Down the expanse of her side until they, coasting over the small rise of each rib then dipping into the curve of her waist where they encountered the jean that hugged Shane’s hip. Over the jean material to cup Shane’s ass and pull, seating her own body more firmly in the cradle of Shane’s thigh.<br/><br/>A little purr of appreciation vibrated Léa’s throat at the feel of the firm globe of Shane’s asscheek and she couldn't check the impulse to feel that skin to skin. Not that she wanted too. Leaning up on an elbow, Léa’s hand swept back up until it met warm skin of her waist. She pulled back from their shared kisses just long enough to gaze into Shane’s eyes and smile. The curve of her lips was unconsciously sexy, desirous. Wanton. Then her fingers tunneled under the jean material at Shane’s waist, sinking whisper soft down along the crack of her ass. Léa leaned in and caught Shane’s lower lip between her teeth in a small nip as she stared into Shane’s eyes from such an intimate proximity.<br/><br/>Shifting her wrist, Léa slipped her hand further into the tight cocoon and cupped the firm globe again. The tips of her fingers danced dangerously close to the woman’s core from behind. Léa pulled her head back a bit, the skin of Shane’s lower lip pulling taunt for a moment before popping free as Léa slowly stroked her fingers in and down a hair. Almost but not quiet deepening her touch. It was a teasing gesture, tantalizing them both as Léa’s tongue came out to lave away any pain left behind from her bite.</span></span>