Riley isn't exactly built like someone from the WWF or anything, but he doesn't look that bad with his shirt off either and shit but it's getting warm in here fast. He lets his arms loosely rest at her waist, and he breaks away from her neck so he can yank his shirt off over his head and drop it on the floor. He kisses her on the mouth, leans back so he can really look at her a moment; she's standing there with color high in her cheeks, and he can't quite believe how beautiful she is. "You," a quick kiss, "are really," kiss, "really hot, Chloe Sullivan." More kisses.
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Date: 2006-11-12 11:11 pm (UTC)