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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*she's playing around on her keyboard again. And while she plays things that sound vaguely Emilie Autumn-ish, Epica-ish, and even growls a little, this is what she ends up playing*

Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.

God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.

No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.

God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned with the sick among the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money's not one to choose
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.

You know who you are.

((See porn. Porn Luke and Ana, porn!))

Comments

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

O-oh. *kisses his neck, breathing heavily* Is it... nice?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[purrs quietly] Tataroo Valley? Very. First place I saw the sea... [shifts his hands, slowly dragging her shirt upwards to remove it]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*lifts her arms* What... what did you think?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[tugs the shirt over her arms, pinning her wrists together and kissing her squarely before responding] ...of the sea?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*wiggles against him* Yeah.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[takes a careful breath at the wiggling, closing his eyes and fighting off the urge to shiver, instead ducking forward to chew on her earlobe] ...Kind of frightening, really.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*makes a sound of approval, hips shifting* Oh?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[makes a rather distinct sound in response, clearing his throat to cover it and biting her neck roughly] I can't swim.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Ah! *rolls into him, gasping* C-can't? How horrible.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[grunts softly at the rolling, grinding his hips forward almost unconsciously for a moment before catching himself, swallowing and taking a moment to breathe against her ear] ...never had the chance to learn.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Should teach you. *licks his neck*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

So not-- ah. [kind of melts a little at that, losing his train of thought for a moment before swallowing, pressing his hips into her again as if to reassert dominance in the situation] ...Not necessary.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*gasps, looking up at the ceiling* Fuck. It should... be fun. Naked. Wet.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[frowns slightly, leaning away to quirk an eyebrow, slightly breathless] ...is swimming usually a naked sport?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*grins, shifting her hips* It can be.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow is still quirked.] ...Clearly I didn't know what I was missing.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Have to remedy that.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...Later. [hi, pressing his hips into her again.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Mm... *strokes his hips, arching into him*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[purrs, slipping one arm around her waist and teasing at the waistband of her jeans]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*kisses him deeply*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[makes a fairly monotonous humming sound, unbuttoning whatever form of jeans/pants/whatever she may be wearing]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*sways her hips, urging them downward*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[presses them down the rest of the way, letting them pool around her ankles unless she chooses to step out of them, and promptly begins to slowly sink to his knees, peppering kisses along her skin as he does so]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hums, threading a hand through his hair, watching*