"The sock drawer can wait," Isabel smiled. "Because I don't plan on getting up anytime soon and company would be nice." She leaned around to nip at his earlobe again. "Of course if it's utterly dire that the drawer gets rearranged right now. You can leave. I'll survive."
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Date: 2006-06-19 03:38 am (UTC)