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Post by Kiya Sati on May 7, 2005 1:47:22 GMT -5
Kiya closed her eyes with a sigh, for once she wasnt worried, for once she was happy. She wouldnt have cared if Ivan had done more then just bruise her when they fought because of the fact she had chosen to fight rather then had to have done it.
Once she went home she wouldnt get that luxury unless she could extend her stay as long as possible, it would be the night of her 18th birthday that she would become a priestess, and until then she was still under orders.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 7, 2005 12:21:19 GMT -5
Once the braid was done, Ivan brushed the hair style over her shoulder so her neck was exposed and then lightly pressed his lips to the soft warm skin. "There, all done." he said.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 7, 2005 14:20:52 GMT -5
"Thank you," Kiya said once again touching the end of the braid lightly as it came over her shoulder. "It must be beautiful," She said with a smile as she turned to face Ivan, "how did you learn to do this?"
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 7, 2005 15:27:37 GMT -5
"Some of the girls would braid each other's hair like that and I learned from watching them." he said, with a smile. "After all, I had A LOT of free time on my hands in the cell mom kept me in so I needed something to keep my hands busy with..."
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 7, 2005 15:30:24 GMT -5
"Yess well I wont keep you a cell, that I promise." She said kissing him on the cheek lightly before hugging him close.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 7, 2005 15:39:31 GMT -5
Ivan hugged her back and sang softly in her ear "Let music surround you, ley it warm your heart, those who sing in harmony, never grow apart...." Originally it was meant to be a round, but he loved the soothing notes so he sang it by himself.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 7, 2005 18:37:09 GMT -5
Kiya smiled as she listened to Ivan sings, she loved his voice, weither it be laughing, singing or just plain talking.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 8, 2005 15:15:15 GMT -5
As he repeated the small round, he let his long fingers trance over the curve of her shoulder and then slip down her arm. When h reahed her hand, he traced the slight curve of her legs and rump to her side as if his fingertips were feathers.
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Post by Kiya Sati on May 8, 2005 15:19:34 GMT -5
Kiya tilted her head she her mouth was right near his ear "That tickles." She said ever so softly but in the same respect she didnt want him to stop.
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Post by ivansercofsky on May 13, 2005 19:26:36 GMT -5
The russian continued that pattern and smiled, ever so carefully nibbling on her ear as he did so. he loved making Kiya feel all tingly...
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