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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

You seem to put up with me okay.

[Enough so that he's pretty sure he can get away with wrapping his arms around her and pulling her a little closer when she turns to him.]

You don't gotta cook. That's what restaurants are for.

[thenormalsquint]

It's my good deed of the day.

[And more than just for today. She doesn't wrap her arms around him too, but places a hand on each of his biceps, squeezing slightly.]

And that's exactly why we have aliens in our fridge. We can't eat out all the time.

[trenchknives]

Who says?

[They totally can. Although it would get expensive after awhile. He leans down, soliciting a kiss.]

[thenormalsquint]

I say.

[They can, but why should she make it easy for him? Angela's stubborn enough to say no to takeout tonight and no he can't kiss her by playfully ducking her head out of the way.]

Did I give you permission to kiss me?

[trenchknives]

No.

[He'll settle for kissing the top of her head, or her cheek, or whatever he can get.]

Do I gotta ask permission?

[thenormalsquint]

Yes. New rule in this house, along with no feet on the coffee table and no more delivery.

[Each time he catches her to kiss her, she wriggles the other way, never actually trying to get away.]

[trenchknives]

Man, you sure got a lotta rules.

[If she's not trying to get away, he's just going to try to catch her chin one of these times and hold her face for a second as he goes in for a real kiss.]

[thenormalsquint]

[This time, she lets him catch her with his mouth. A soft moan against his lips and she's parting things first.]

And you keep breaking them.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, well...

[He can't keep talking without going for another kiss, so he does.]

What's the use of rules if they can't be broken?

[thenormalsquint]

To keep things nice and tidy?

[How they manage this tit for tat in between kisses is a mystery, but it works and Angela doesn't hesitate sliding her hands up to his shoulders where she drapes her arms. She's the one pulling him closer now.]

I should have known you were bad news.

[trenchknives]

You did know. You didn't seem to mind.

[If he's going to be pulled closer, he figures it's okay to rest his hands on her lower back, not a teasing touch but a firm one. And then, of course, he has to go for a kiss to her neck, precisely because he's bad news, and it's the kind of thing she enjoys.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Damn him. He's practically going in for the kill here, but Angela's not ready to concede defeat here. She has her own tricks, like threading her fingers through his hair, making sure the edges of her nails scrape against his scalp.]

I have a right to change my mind, you know.

[trenchknives]

Sure you do. Everyone's got that right.

[He kind of hopes she doesn't, though, not with the way her fingers are running through his hair. So instead, he goes for another kiss, with just a little bit of a nibble added in for good measure.]

[thenormalsquint]

And I may or may not use my right.

[It's more like may not here, because she's not letting go of her grip on his hair and with the way she's tipping her head and baring more of her neck, Angela's obviously bluffing.]

[trenchknives]

Near as I can tell, that seems like a "may not."

[As he continues to nibble at her neck, his hands slide down a little lower, and he can't resist squeezing her ass while he's at it. Hey, she has a damn nice ass, and he's going to take any opportunity he can get to touch her, even if she ends up slapping his hands away.]

[thenormalsquint]

[And she does just that, finally letting go to playfully swat at his hands.]

Oh, really? Somebody's full of himself today.

[trenchknives]

Well, that's kinda a daily thing for me.

[His hands retreat, but now he's in the process of trying to subtly back her up towards whatever surface he can find, whether it be a table, the counter, or a wall.]

[thenormalsquint]

Unfortunately, I think I've been encouraging it. I really need to stop that. In fact, I will. Right now.

[So she says as she steps backwards, back bumping against the counter.]

[trenchknives]

You ain't discouragin' it yet.

[He's going in for another kiss now, a passionate one, letting his hand tangle in her hair and tilt her face up towards his. And of course he's pressing against her, now that he's got her up against the counter.]

[thenormalsquint]

You have me on some kinda timetable?

[She lets him kiss her, parting her lips and moaning softly at the gentle pull on her hair. However, she tilts her hips away from him, not quite wanting to stop the teasing just yet.]

[trenchknives]

Nope, no timetable. We got all the time in the world, right?

[The moan only encourages him, so he tugs on her hair again, a little harder this time. He's not being as insistent as he could be, but then, that's probably because he kind of enjoys the teasing, too. Makes it more fun when his version of seduction actually works.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela bites his lip for that. Not too hard, though; just enough to let him know she means business.]

I do, but do you? [Because she could always use her hand. In front of him. Making him watch.]

[trenchknives]

Guess that's up to you, right?

[And he could always slide his hand between them, just resting it on her upper thigh, making his presence known. He can think of quite a few things he'd like to do, but pretty much all of them involve making her feel good in some way. What can he say? He's a generous guy -- or at least, that's what he'd purport.]

[thenormalsquint]

Let me think about it.

[And she leans back to pretend to consider things while she lets a hand wander just around the front of his pants. No touching, of course.]

I think I have a headache. [Liar.]

[trenchknives]

Well, y'know what's great for a headache?

[He lets his hand wander just a bit further up her thigh, his touch gentle and casual.]