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Gitane, WOW! I love your fanfics. Keep on writing; I so look forward to reading them. I believe you’ve captured the essence of how things occurred in your style, wordchoice and scenarios. Lurking, and awaiting your next chapter.

hurry up with you next chapter.Please! :)

BRAVA!! Thank you Gitane. I can’t go to sleep anymore unless one of you posts some fanfic [I don't include she who.....]. Now I’m off to have sweet dreams.Can’t wait until Angie is honest about her feelings!

WOW! This just keeps getting better and better. Way to go, Gitane!

There’s no "team," people! I’m sure even Jen and Angelina will side with me on this one.#247You forget this idiot JA who signed a tee Team Aniston?The tee shirts Aniston selled more , WHY?Because her fans are more idiots Give us a break , trying to compare what is NOT

Thanks gitane! Sexy chapter! I´m completelly hooked.

gitane, can i just say, you fics are fab! really can see them in my mind! hope you continue to write from this point, really gripping! good on ya!

Gitane, when’s the next update? pls pls..lol.oh well, I’ll just look @ these pics or/and watch the unrated version again for the nth time! jkBA1BA2>_0

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans and still dedicated to Original jpfWARNING! Sexually explicit material. Enjoy!Laying Down Part IVAngelina watched transfixed as Brad’s large, gentle hands molded icy snow into the shapes of the snow family. Rhythmically they cupped fluffy white mounds and pressed them into the body of his creation, and coursed reverently over the cold curves. Scoop, slap, pat, smooth. Again and again until each form was complete.Watching Brad work the snow produced an intense heat in Angelina. With each movement of his hands—scoop, slap, pat, smooth—she felt the temperature of her blood rise. Her breathing came quick and shallow. She could hear her heart in her ears. Unexpectedly, Brad’s hands stopped mid-scoop. Angelina looked into his face. He was watching her watch him through the glass of the French doors. The smirk on his face was undeniable. She was caught.Spooked by the idea that he could sense her arousal, Angelina quickly rose from the table, spilling her cold coffee in the process. With a cry of distress she began to clean the mess, but then noticed that Brad was walking through the doors.“Angelina, are you okay?”At the sound of his voice calling her name, she came undone and took flight. She could hear him chasing her, his feet landing heavy and loud on her polished wooden floors. As she reached for the **** to open her bedroom door, she felt herself pinned against it. Brad’s body was large, hard and hot against her back. She couldn’t think—couldn’t move. His hand covered hers and turned the ****. Without knowing the steps she had taken to get there, Angelina was naked on her bed and Brad was standing over her undressing.“What about Maddox?” she heard herself ask as she attempted to leave the bed.“He’s with Holly,” Brad replied as he pushed her back down. He covered her body with his, her mouth with his and suddenly his large, cold hands were everywhere. Scoop, slap, pat, smooth. As the snow had chilled his hands, Angelina’s flesh instantly warmed them. His touch was firm but silky, tracing rhythmic patterns over every inch of her skin.His tongue danced and slithered provocatively against hers, filling her entire mouth, intoxicating her with its hypnotic rhythm. Likewise his bare body rubbed against hers, exciting her nerve endings, increasing her raging arousal. Brad’s mouth left hers and his molten tongue traced a path of hot lava across her jaw to her neck. He nibbled Angelina’s collarbone and scraped his teeth along the globe of her left breast before latching his steamy mouth onto her nipple. Angie sighed deeply as if she had been waiting her entire life for Brad to suckle her breast. She gave a satisfied groan as he gave her right breast the same treatment. Delving her fingers into his hair, she drew him closer and wrapped her legs around his waist, eager for penetration. He slipped a large, warm finger between her legs, massaging and circling hypnotically until she was completely lost to sensation. “Brad, please..” she begged, unable to ask for everything she wanted from him.He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Please,” she begged again. Without preamble, he lifted her hips, thrusting deep inside her. She accepted him with a loud moan of delight. Brad was heavy, large and hot inside of her. She couldn’t feel anything else but his pounding penetration driving deeply, withdrawing quickly, forcing her to the precipice of pleasure. Angelina clutched desperately at Brad’s back as she strained to meet his thrusts, speeding the arrival of her climax.Sweat mingling, breath mingling, bodies jousting, Angelina and Brad gave and took from each other at a feverish pace. As she felt the pressure of ****** overcoming her, she held tightly onto Brad, bracing herself for the onslaught. Wild sensation rose within her, burst and spilled all over her body. She with his name deep in her throat. “Braaaaaaaaaaaaddddddd!”Startled by her orgasmic scream, Angelina awoke violently to a rapid heartbeat and sticky fingers. She shook her head against her pillows ruefully. Brad had left England over a week ago and each night since his departure, she had the same dream. She didn’t know how she would survive Mr. & Mrs. Smith reshoots.To be continued…

Brad had left England over a week ago and each night since his departure, she had the same dream. She didn’t know how she would survive Mr. & Mrs. Smith reshoots.# 518 | gitanewhoooo!!!!! omg thank you very much Gitane for this wonderful update. Love it!

# 518 | gitane | - WOW, that was HOT, can wait for the next update. Thanks

# 523 | COLD HARD MATH | Hey Lady, are u working on a new ff???