[For what it's worth, for all that she doesn't want this to be sappy or peppered with feelings, she lets him rest against her, softly stroking a finger across his arm just before she brings his hand up to her mouth to kiss his fingertips. Her toes and legs are sore from tiptoeing she never noticed she was doing and so's the rest of her. Just how she wanted it. A good sore. The kind that said she had a grand old time on Jimmy's kitchen table.]
[She's secretly glad, no, not secretly because it's pretty much an open secret between them now that she's glad she can come to him anytime and get that itch scratched and more. Even though she has to wince a little when he slides out of her, she's still thankful. Never shall she go celibate any more.]
[He saunters over to get rid of the condom, and then comes back, not particularly bothered that he's not wearing his pants. He'll deal with that later.]
[If he doesn't care, she cares even less. He lives here, he can be in any state of undress he wants to be. Angela, however, takes the time he leaves to deal with the condom to get dressed, or at least mostly. By the time he comes back, her shirt's back on, but she's having issues finding her panties.]
Rough day? [This question comes from underneath the table where she's giving him another great view of her ass.]
[Next time, perhaps in public? Who knows with this woman? Now that she's properly dressed, she saunters over to him and tiptoes so she can kiss him again, full and slow and forever grateful for his skills.]
[Be all the cocky. She likes that. Angela's just unsure whether it's a turn on or a challenge to knock it right out of him. It's something to investigate, preferable on her back.]
[She knows it's not, but what's a little teasing between fuck buddies? With one hand on the doorknob, she turns to him, mischievous smile on her face.]
Next time, I'll just send a message for us to have tea together. [It could be their codeword.]
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Hey.
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Hey. Feelin' better now?
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[She's secretly glad, no, not secretly because it's pretty much an open secret between them now that she's glad she can come to him anytime and get that itch scratched and more. Even though she has to wince a little when he slides out of her, she's still thankful. Never shall she go celibate any more.]
How about you?
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[He saunters over to get rid of the condom, and then comes back, not particularly bothered that he's not wearing his pants. He'll deal with that later.]
Guess that was just what I needed today.
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Rough day? [This question comes from underneath the table where she's giving him another great view of her ass.]
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[That is a very nice view. He'd've been concerned about finding his own pants, but he has to stop to check her out, first.]
You havin' a rough day? Kinda figured you were, from how quick you jumped on me.
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As if she had no idea what she was doing and what he was doing.]
No, just horny. Didn't like it?
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[Well, now he's going to get his pants and pull them on, too. Just to make them even in terms of being undressed.]
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[Next time, perhaps in public? Who knows with this woman? Now that she's properly dressed, she saunters over to him and tiptoes so she can kiss him again, full and slow and forever grateful for his skills.]
Call me later?
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[He kisses her back, really letting it linger, then grins at her. Because, sure, he's a little cocky about how all of this went. Why not be?]
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Good. Don't be a stranger.
[As if she would let him.]
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[And he knows she wouldn't let him anyway. That's why he's still grinning.]
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[Nothing is more fun than giving him a hard time.]
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[He'll just leave it at that.]
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[She knows it's not, but what's a little teasing between fuck buddies? With one hand on the doorknob, she turns to him, mischievous smile on her face.]
Next time, I'll just send a message for us to have tea together. [It could be their codeword.]
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[Assuming tea is a euphemism.]
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[And she's gone, leaving a new euphemism for him to drink.]