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Post by Triston Astin on Oct 14, 2007 16:11:03 GMT -5
Laying on her stomach Triston flipped through a magazine. She'd just gotten baby logan to sleep and was currently wearing one of Hunter's larger shirt with a pair of black booty shorts, her hair drying her around her.
"He should be home soon." She whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Oct 14, 2007 17:23:33 GMT -5
Upon entering his house, Hunter had not seen Triston waiting for him on the couch like usual. He didn't even hear Logan. He peeked into the kitchen; No Triston. He walked past the bathroom, glancing in; No Triston. Lastly, Hunter stood in the doorway of their bedroom. He smiled when he saw her form laying on the bed. He advanced, sitting on the bed beside her. He moved her hair and kissed her shoulder, making his way to her neck. He didn't say anything.
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Post by Triston Astin on Oct 14, 2007 22:06:58 GMT -5
A smile crossed her lips as goosebumps rose across her skin, slight shivers running through her abdomen and between her legs. Turning over she smirked at him, letting one arm prop her up Triston let the other rub his scruff as she pulled him to her for an intimate kiss.
Lifting her leg lightly she rubbed it against his as the shirt moved to reveal her toned thigh.
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Post by Hunter Astin on Oct 15, 2007 14:14:40 GMT -5
Hunter's hand slid up Triston's thigh as his other hand cupped her face as he kissed her back. His fingers brushed through her soft hair while the fingers of his other hand gently squeezed and massaged her thigh. He pressed himself to her, ignoring the slight pain in his abdomen where he was cut and bruised, and pushed her down onto her back. He moved himself between her legs.
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Post by Triston Astin on Oct 21, 2007 18:44:40 GMT -5
A quiet moan escaped her lips at the surprising attention. They'd been so distant lately, yet this seemed to be the best way for either of them. Smiling against his lips she ground herself against him gently, letting both arms fall around his neck, nibbling at his lip.
Knowing that Logan would stay asleep Triston allowed herself to be carried away by the touch from her husband. Letting her fingers trace his bandages she sighed.
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