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She smiled at the name " you can call me whatever you want " she let out a soft gasp |
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"That's what i'm calling you, then." Marco said, nipping the spot lightly before bringing their lipss back together. |
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He pulled away after a while, shifting so he could pull Amy up onto his chest. |
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Marco just held her close, pecking her every so often. |
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She stood up and looked at him holding a hand out " come on I don't wanna fall off the couch lets go to my bed" |
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Marco took it and stood, following her to her bed before flopping down and wrapping his arms around Amy once more. |
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She put a hand on his chest and a leg over him |
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He moved slightly so her leg was resting up on his side, his arms still around her. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
