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[trenchknives]

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

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[thenormalsquint]

[Expect the unexpected with this one. You'll always get it.]

Easy, tiger. You still have to pay the guy. [Though she's pulling money out from her purse to pay for her first drink anyway.]

[trenchknives]

The bartender 'n I have an arrangement.

[Which is why he tips generously.]

'n you ain't payin' for anything. It's on me.

[thenormalsquint]

You bought me one drink. I bought the other. Agree to disagree.

[If this guy has any sense, he won't argue. He's about to get screwed senseless by a woman who barely knows him. Angela hopes he doesn't fuck it up.]

[trenchknives]

[He nods.]

Yeah, fair enough.

[He knows better than to argue about money with someone he just met -- and someone he's about to have sex with, assuming everything goes well.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Money on the bartop, she hops off the stool and heads toward the door, picking up her umbrella. It's still raining, no lighter nor heavier than earlier.]

Hurry up before I decide to go to bed alone.

[trenchknives]

I'm right behind you.

[Like hell he wouldn't hurry up with an offer like that on the line. He picks up his jacket where he'd hung it by the door and drapes it over one arm -- it doesn't sound like they'll be going far, and it's not that cold anyway.]

[thenormalsquint]

[It's less than a minute's walk to her place--when she said around the corner, Angela honestly meant it. Her apartment building is the first one they hit when they turn the curve. It's a nice one, a brownstone, and she leads him up the thick stone steps and into the doorway away from the rain where she tugs him towards her so she can taste the remnants of whiskey on his lips.

There's still one more door and another set of steps to get to her apartment, but that can wait.]

[trenchknives]

[It's a nicer neighborhood than his, that's for sure, and he's just admiring the apartment building when she pulls him towards her. His arms wrap around her instinctively, and he kisses her back, smiling a little even as he does so.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's too busy searching his mouth with her tongue, seeking more of the whiskey and his own flavor while her fingers flex in the lapels of his shirt. Pulling away, but not too much where she leaves his embrace, she's shoving the keys into the second door.]

Nice lips. Been wanting to do that all night.

[trenchknives]

[All he wants to do is get inside that apartment, but he can't help trying to distract her from opening the door by leaning forward and kissing her again as she does so.]

Yeah, I've been wantin' to do that since you walked into the bar.

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, I'm sure you did.

[She really needs to open this door because the faster they get inside her apartment, the faster he gets inside her. Wouldn't that be nice? But so is kissing him and for the moment, she gives in to those lips of his. A neighbor could come through and Angela finds she doesn't give a shit.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd respond with something witty, but he's too busy kissing her, then pressing his body a bit closer to hers. Hell, a neighbor could come outside and watch, and he's not sure if he'd notice, or care if he did.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Whoever wants to watch, they'll certainly get a show of Angela pressing right back, fingers sliding between the waistband of his pants and his shirt for a good grip. She moans softly into his mouth, never easing up on the pace she's setting for things.]

[trenchknives]

[Well, hell, if she's gonna do that, he's gonna want to get inside the apartment right away, because all of a sudden he's thinking about a lot more than just kissing. Breaking the kiss with some reluctance, he nods towards the door.]

C'mon.

[thenormalsquint]

[Far be it from her to disagree. The kissing might stop for the moment, but locks get opened and steps get climbed and another door opens where she just drops her belongings on the floor to grab him again, pushing him roughly against the wall to claim his mouth as hers. Hope he likes it rough.]

[trenchknives]

[He tosses his coat aside, sick of having something extra to hang on to, and responds to her kisses eagerly, indicating that, yes, he very much likes it rough.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Well, good. At least she knows where they stand tonight. One leg kicks out to shut the door besides them, the other nestles between his legs, thigh arching up into his crotch. There's a lot she wants to do to him and a lot she wants him to do to her, but she has nowhere to go and neither does he. They have all the time tonight to play.]

[trenchknives]

[He instinctively presses against that leg slightly, showing her just how aroused he already is. Hell, if kissing can make him want her this much, it can only get better from here, right?]

[thenormalsquint]

[It could be the whiskey talking, but in Angela's experience, too much whiskey usually says the reverse of what he's telling her right now. The message rings loud and clear and she responds in kind by nudging her leg higher and firmer into that hardness, pressing in where she expects him to get the most out of this position.]

[trenchknives]

[Apparently, the whiskey he'd had that evening hadn't deadened those particular responses, given the way he continues to press back against her. He's already wanting to get her out of that damn dress already -- good as it looks on her, he's pretty sure he wants to see her wearing even less -- and his hands run down her back, looking for a zipper.]

[thenormalsquint]

[He'll only get warm skin and a shiver for his troubles. There's no zipper there. It's on the side and Angela could and should give him a heads up about that, but it's rather hard to direct someone when your tongue is in their mouth and you don't want to stop.]

[trenchknives]

[He's not going to protest at finding the warm skin there, nor about making her shiver like that, but he's also not thinking clearly enough to realize that the zipper is probably somewhere else, so he concentrates on kissing her as his hands continue to roam across her back, kind of searching for a zipper, but also just kind fo enjoying touching.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's going enjoy herself some touching too, hands coming up to cup his face and then working her way down to the first button of this shirt. He might have been upset he was dressed so casually compared to her, but it makes things so much easier when she doesn't have to deal with a tie. No tie means a quickly opened shirt and the faster she gets her mouth on his throat and collarbone.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd been regretting not dressing up, but the speed with which she's able to open his shirt and get her mouth on that sensitive place on his throat makes him stop regretting it right away. His own mouth works its way from her jawline to her neck, leaving kisses and light nibbles as he does so. He's not quite sure what she likes, yet, and he doesn't want to bite too hard.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Her hand comes around the back of his neck, holding him in place so she can nip and bite and suckle in peace. She enjoys giving just as much as she does getting, but she can tell he's holding back a little. Maybe it's fear, a lack of self-confidence, or just being unsure if she likes it as rough as he does. Well, easy solution to that problem. She just needs to untuck her head from his neck and say it, eyes watching him heavy-lidded and dilated.]

Don't be afraid. I won't break.