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[trenchknives]

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

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[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela shakes her head side to side, looking up at him all too innocent.]

What?

[trenchknives]

Well, all I'm sayin' is, I'd probably be pretty good at distractin' you from your headache. I got talented hands, y'know.

[And those talented hands -- or at least one of them -- is now pretty much all the way up her skirt, and is running its fingers across the front of her underwear.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Now she's biting her own lip, feeling the soft tickle of his fingertips against sensitive skin.]

So in the end, I'm still going to have the headache. Distraction doesn't remove it.

[trenchknives]

I dunno, I've heard that sex can be good for your health, y'know?

[He'll take this moment to tug her underwear aside just slightly, so that his fingertips can find bare skin instead.]

We could test out that theory.

[thenormalsquint]

You know I work in a lab, right?

[Her voice shivers just a bit as he touches her, getting her aroused and wet, and man, does she hate herself for it.]

I know how theories and testing them works. This isn't it.

[trenchknives]

Sure, I know that. I also know that I don't know the first goddamn thing about science, so I just make it up as I go.

[His fingers trail in lazy circles between her legs, but he's more interested in what he could be doing with other parts of his body, like his mouth, and so his kisses move from her neck to her shoulders, then down her chest, and although it's through her clothes, that doesn't mean his lips don't linger at her nipple for just a moment anyway.]

[thenormalsquint]

That's not how science works. And you'll run into trouble doing that through life.

[She really has no room to talk, nor does she has the full mental capacity to do it, not with her busy following him down with her eyes. A breath is caught in her throat when he presses against her nipple, the warmth of his mouth on her, but not the wet. What a shame.]

[trenchknives]

Will I? Is it the good kinda trouble?

[Because right now, it definitely feels like the good kind of trouble. Good enough to tug aside what he can of her clothes so that he can get at her nipple without the clothing in the way. There. That's much better -- and he imagines she'll be inclined to agree.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Shit, damn, fuck. He really knows how to make her trip over her words, even if she still manages to remain cocky. It's not her fault her breasts are so sensitive or that she didn't have the forethought to wear clothes to make things more difficult for him. And it's really not her fault she arches into his mouth, but manages to catch herself before she goes too far, pulling back just to tease him.]

Not at all.