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Her raw scent, so intoxicating, tasting like heaven (if that did exist) every time…
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Small, delicate fingers, trying to get a hold on his couch, searching further…
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Gripping his short-cropped hair, not too gently now, holding him in place surprisingly forceful…
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Beckoning hips, twitching and tossing around, going rigid… again, riding it out.
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His name on her lips, in that deep throaty voice of hers, he'll never get tired of hearing it.
His own voice, so rough and hoarse, "And that, little lady, is pi to a thousand places."
"Mmh, I definitely asked for it…"
A/N: I needed something light-headed now... Remember the advice from American Pie to 'recite' the alphabet? This is Sheldon's version...