PotC
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| "Dammit,
Will! Be careful," she hissed.
He barely concealed his chuckle. "You really are being awfully childish about this, you know." He could almost feel her eyes narrowing in anger. "Just shut up and get it out of me. It stings like hell," she said, biting on her lip to keep from screaming out again. With deft fingers, he pulled the offending splinter out from under her delicate skin. "Oooh, that's a big one," he teased. "Shut up." With a quirk of his eyebrow, he watched her adjust her skirts. "And what have we learned today?" "Wooden workbenches are not suitable for our more...amorous
activities," she replied, only slightly chagrined. "Didn't
you say there was a bed in your old room?" Flashing a wicked
grin, she fled up the stairs, her fiance in hot pursuit.
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