[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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[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.]