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 | | Finrod wanted all of that, though he wasn't sure whether the desire to lick that cream skin all over, like a cat with her paws in the butter dish, was entirely due to philosophy. |
 | | If Finrod was going to tell his sister that he had dallied with the Prince of Doriath last night, then Celeborn was going to make sure that not only was it worth the wrath for both of them, but that Finrod could not talk of it without smiling. |
 | | Catching the upraised wrist, Finrod responded to the challenge wholeheartedly, and they wrestled, increasingly breathlessly, with the result that soon the marble floor was swimming underfoot, the jug lay broken, and both of them were dripping, clinging together, frantically kissing. |
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