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_-_Emmaline_-_

I smiled as I was still looking over the photos from this past year. I have been up since last night going at it. After we left Octavia's and Ashton's house, I began my work. I heard Oliver groan as his arms pulled me closer to him.

He can never sleep without me, like I can never sleep without him. He always has to be touching me while I don't mind either way. If he is all up in my space, then I get really hot because this man is like a freakin space heater, but yet, he is cold, like all the time.

"How long have you been up?" I heard his deep, husky voice say from beside me. I continued to edit and go through the pictures. "Last night." I said. He took in a sharp inhale of breath before he sat up and gently taking the computer from me, shutting the lid and setting it on his nightstand. He doesn't want me taking my computer back.

Fine. If that's how it works, then we play my game. I rolled over, on top of him and looked into his grey eyes before I leaned down, placing my lips on the side of his neck, biting at it gently, earning a groan from him. I slowly moved my hands down his chest, until I got to his boxer briefs where I started to slowly grind against him.

"Emma." He growled out in lust. I went to get up, but he was quick to roll over, trapping me underneath his fat-space-heater-ass.

"Last time you lost your game, what make's you think that you will win this time?" He asked deeply, his normally light grey eyes were dark and swirling with lust and need.

I felt my panties pooling with the wetness from my lower regions. "I want to finish my work." I whined. "Plus, I ain't tired. Please." I whined.

"I'll make you tired." He growled as his lips crashed into mine roughly which I responded to instantly. Our bodies just respond to each other. Our bodies seem to fit together...if you get where I am going. We are like puzzle pieces. Our bodies were made for each other.

I put my hands underneath me while I arched my back to undo the bra that is clasped in the back. I only wear a bra and underwear to bed because *cough* space heater next to me *cough*.

He pulled back and pulled my bra off the rest of the way, throwing it somewhere across the room. He this pulled my underwear off, pulling his off in haste as well before he looked at me in the eyes, slamming into my entrance.

I released a loud moan as I fidgeted just a bit, immediately adjusting to him.

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