Felicity Braddock (
allmydreams) wrote2009-07-18 04:16 pm
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In which she feels the need for a little personal TLC.
Felicity pushed away from the computer before making her way to the front of the house. True, this was her parent's house, but Chief and Mrs. Braddock had just left town for a week in Bermuda, so she had the giant estate all to herself. Which made it ideal for clandestine trysts with presumably sexy boys from the internet. She'd seen pictures -- Grace had snatched one on her camera phone and Felicity had to say -- she liked what she saw.
Making her way back to her bedroom, she started to let her hand reach for the back of her skirt, dragging down the zipper and kicking it to the floor at the foot of the stairs. Next was followed by her heels, left on intervals on the stairs and then a trail of clothing leading right back to her bedroom. If the boy was any kind of smart, he could follow her lead.
Her panties hit the floor at the doorway to her bedroom, before she slid back slowly on her bed. As she leaned back into the pillows, she let her hands run over her body, and pretty soon she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care if he actually showed or not. If he didn't take the bait -- his loss, not hers.
Making her way back to her bedroom, she started to let her hand reach for the back of her skirt, dragging down the zipper and kicking it to the floor at the foot of the stairs. Next was followed by her heels, left on intervals on the stairs and then a trail of clothing leading right back to her bedroom. If the boy was any kind of smart, he could follow her lead.
Her panties hit the floor at the doorway to her bedroom, before she slid back slowly on her bed. As she leaned back into the pillows, she let her hands run over her body, and pretty soon she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care if he actually showed or not. If he didn't take the bait -- his loss, not hers.
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He parked his bike in the driveway and hopped off, leaving his helmet to hang on it. He whistled softly as he looked around at the place. It was damn nicer than anywhere he'd ever lived. Not that he hadn't been in plenty of bedrooms of such homes.
He tried the knob on the door and smiled when it opened. He shut it behind himself and locked it, not wanting any other visitors. He licked his lips slightly when he saw her trail of clothes. He followed and stopped before her door, taking a moment to pick up the panties and continue in. He stood in the doorway and caught sight of her. Yeah. She was hot. Hotter than her sister.
Aaron's brow raised and a smirk crossed his lips. "How we doin'?" He asked gently.
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"Good, huh?"
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He stopped at the bed and leaned over her, a fist resting on the mattress. "Gonna give me a hand?" He whispered.
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"You can let yourself out."
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