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Yep. And I make no apologies for it.
[Just for kicks, she moves the bottle down a little, right on a hipbone, dangerously close to his cock. Chess with only one moveable play piece.]
[Just for kicks, she moves the bottle down a little, right on a hipbone, dangerously close to his cock. Chess with only one moveable play piece.]
You got somethin' in mind, here?
[It does feel pretty good, in a weird kind of way.]
[It does feel pretty good, in a weird kind of way.]
Not really.
[Which is pretty much the truth. She's actually testing her boundaries, seeing how far he'll let her go as she inches the bottle downwards, but there's no particular goal past that.]
Did you?
[Which is pretty much the truth. She's actually testing her boundaries, seeing how far he'll let her go as she inches the bottle downwards, but there's no particular goal past that.]
Did you?
[He's always willing to push boundaries -- and to have his boundaries pushed.]
Nah. Can't think of anything.
Nah. Can't think of anything.
[She carefully perches the bottle in place as she comes to climb onto the bed. It takes a little adjusting to get herself where she wants to be exactly, but soon, she's on her belly between his thighs, legs up in the air behind her like she's just hanging out.]
Not the creative type, are you?
Not the creative type, are you?
Depends on what you mean by that. I can't draw a fuckin' stick figure, if that's what you mean by creative. I got some good ideas sometimes, though.
[He looks at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she's planning.]
[He looks at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she's planning.]
What about stick figures who aren't fucking?
[He left that one wide open. And he won't find out what she's planning because she's playing this by the ear, bringing her hands up to rub them against his thighs.]
[He left that one wide open. And he won't find out what she's planning because she's playing this by the ear, bringing her hands up to rub them against his thighs.]
[He laughs.]
Okay, okay, you got me there.
[And promptly shivers again, this time because of her touch.]
Okay, okay, you got me there.
[And promptly shivers again, this time because of her touch.]
Richard shakes his head a little. That was the understatement of the year, really. Nothing would ever be easy, especially not for him. Privately, he did think that if Jimmy wanted an easier life, it was right there for him to reach out and take. His family were right there in front of him, unlike the images from magazines that Richard savoured so. But maybe, after everything they'd been through in the war, that simpler life was really lost to both of them forever.
"Maybe one day things will be easier."
He doesn't sound too convinced of that, though.
"Maybe one day things will be easier."
He doesn't sound too convinced of that, though.
"I dunno about that. Life like this, kinda makes it seem luckier if you end up dead before you can fuck everythin' up worse."
It's not that he wants to be dead. Sometimes he just thinks it should have worked out that way. It would have simplified a lot of things, that was for sure.
It's not that he wants to be dead. Sometimes he just thinks it should have worked out that way. It would have simplified a lot of things, that was for sure.
[He hadn't been lying when he'd said that they could get out of the bar as soon as they had one more drink. And he'd finished that drink damn quickly, too, wanting to get her back to his apartment as fast as possible.
Once they're in the door, he looks around, half-hoping she doesn't notice the mess on the floor and the holes in the wall where someone had obviously put a fist through them. The best way to get her not to notice is to kiss her, though, so that's what he does.]
Once they're in the door, he looks around, half-hoping she doesn't notice the mess on the floor and the holes in the wall where someone had obviously put a fist through them. The best way to get her not to notice is to kiss her, though, so that's what he does.]
[She wouldn't have paid attention to the room, not when her attention is focused on him, on his lips. Attention rewarded immediately the moment they cross through the door. She presses into him, her hands moving to hold the back of his head her fingers playing with his hair.]
[As soon as she presses against him, he's cupping her cheek with one hand, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fact that his kiss is deep and passionate, and the fact that he's already moving to push her up against the wall.]
[Her head tips toward his hand, she doesn't even notice right away that he's moved them, not until her back makes contact with the wall, and she huffs a soft groan.]
[He seems torn between wanting to speed this up and wanting to draw it out, and he presses against her, one hand still on her cheek as he kisses her, one hand against the wall.]
[She might not have a problem with helping him along, just a little. Her hands slide down her neck, then lower. The other drops palming over the front of his pants, she nips at his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking lightly. With one hand she tugs his shirt from his pants, her fingers sliding under the material to touch his skin and rake nails across his lower back.]
[The feeling of her hands on him, the way she sucks on his lower lip like that, that's enough to make him want to pick up the pace, too. Screw taking this slow -- he's wanting to touch her, to feel every inch of her body, and he breaks the kiss for long enough to nip at her neck and then her shoulder, not hard, but not particularly gently, either.]
Everyone has to find some way to make themselves feel better. For some of us it's champagne and new shoes, for others it's church.
[Grinning into the kiss before he pulls away from her, she huffs a quiet little pleased sound when he bites her neck her head resting against the wall. She tugs at his pants, fumbling with button and zipper, the sting of teeth spurring her into action. Pushing back against him, she moves him away enough to get his shirt off and toss it aside. Fingers curl in his hair and to pull him into another eager kiss.]
[He helps her in getting the shirt off, wriggling his arms out of it eagerly, letting it fall to the ground. She'll have to deal with his pants herself, though, because he's too busy kissing her back, one hand twined in her hair, one hand moving across her body, sliding up her shirt to find the warm, bare skin there.]
[She doesn't mind that. Except his hands are warm, and a little distracting, but she manages to get his pants open and pushed down out of the way, because damn it they've wasted enough time right? Another little bit of maneuvering and she's wiggling her panties out from under her skirt with a sly little smirk.]
[They've definitely wasted enough time, and his smile certainly lights off when she pulls her underwear off. That just inspires his hand to reach down and move to her thigh, though -- nowhere really scandalous just yet, just running his fingers along her inner thigh briefly, knowing he could move his hand higher if he wanted to... but not doing so just yet.]
[He's adorable, really she enjoys his company more than he actually realizes. He reminds her of simpler times, an easier life, maybe? Where his fingers brush along her thigh, her eyes close humming softly. She shifts spreading her legs apart and nudging his chin with her head. Her teeth nip at his chin, tongue tracing the line of it back to his ear, soft lips whisper against the shell.] Are you going to make me beg you?
I wasn't gonna make you beg, but now that you say it...
[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
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