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[trenchknives]

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

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[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.

[trenchknives]

[He grins at her statement.]

I was kinda hopin' you'd say that.

[It's not that he's not capable of being gentle. He can be, and he is a lot of the time. But right now, he's in the mood to be a little rough, a little wild, which probably has a lot to do with how much he drank. He returns his attention to her neck, his kisses morphing into slightly harder bites this time.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She gives him moans jumbled with his name in exchange for each of those bites, the harder ones just his name alone. Encouraging him, it seems, to get her exactly what she wants. Angela was denied once tonight. She's not denying herself any of her greediness tonight.

Greed, in her definition, includes touching wherever she likes, spreading her hands across his chest, barely brushing his nipples with her thumb as she makes her way down to his stomach.]

[trenchknives]

[This is the perfect way for him to stop dwelling on things he'd been dwelling on back at the bar, because when she moans like that, damned if he can think about anything else except how to get her to moan again. As she moves down his chest to his stomach, he shivers slightly, the light brush against his nipples enough to raise goosebumps for a moment.]

[thenormalsquint]

[They should move, maybe finish undressing each other along the way, but the bedroom's really too far away. There's a long hallway between it and them and honestly, Angela has no problem finding a stable surface to have sex on. There's a lot of them in her entryway, including the wall. He could shuffle her to the living room a few feet away and bend her over the back of the couch and she sure as hell wouldn't complain either. But before they get to deciding on moving, she needs to make quick work of his slacks, unbuckling his belt first, and then unfastening the button and zip.]

[trenchknives]

[He's not moving just yet. Sure, it would be easy to go somewhere else, but he wants to keep touching her, and it seems like they can find a good enough place around here. As she unbuckles his belt and undoes his slacks the rest of the way, his hand finally moves to her side and finds the zipper he was seeking all along. Bending slightly, mouth still on her collarbone, he begins to unzip it, glad to finally have even more bare, warm skin to touch.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Undressing her will be far more easier, probably more enticing that it is for Angela. She's foregone a bra and those thongs she's wearing are nothing more than a mere scrap of fabric to guard her from visible panty lines. Now that the zipper's down, she can slip her hand back down there, a little easier now, cupping his cock through his underpants, palming and squeezing and caressing.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd briefly wondered if she'd been wearing a bra and decided she probably wasn't, but faced with the irrefutable evidence that she wasn't wearing one still made him smile with anticipation and a not insignificant amount of arousal, which is probably obvious to her as she touches him.

He groans at her caressing, and his hands slide back up her body once her dress is out of the way, moving slowly, feeling as much of her soft skin as he can. Finally, his fingers run almost teasingly over her nipples.]

[thenormalsquint]

Well, hello there.

[She certainly felt a rush of something, a quickening of his pulse maybe, right there and then. He's not lacking in the size department either. Just from this angle here, he's heavy and warm in her hand and probably even better in her mouth. The thought makes Angela lick her lips in anticipation, the action only broken by a faint and shaky moan when he touches such a sensitive spot.]

[trenchknives]

[He grins at her, running his fingers over one of her nipples once again, and then letting his fingers linger there, seeing if he can get another moan out of her with a slight pinch.]

Hi.

[His response would have been more eloquent if she wasn't touching him like that, but it's damn hard to think straight when a woman like her has his cock in her hand.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's awful enough to bite back that moan, teasing him by withholding the sounds she knows he wants. It's hard for her to; her teeth leave a mark in her lower lip in the attempt. Maybe she can make him moan for her, turn the tables of control, by rolling a thumb over the tip as she twists her wrist slightly.]

[trenchknives]

[If it was a moan she was looking for, it's a moan she'll get. He's not sly enough to withhold it if she's doing something like that, and although it's a low, quiet moan, it's a moan nonetheless. She has him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively.]

[thenormalsquint]

[That's a nice sound to her ears and it makes her smile against his neck, lips kissing the skin there again while her hand stays at work. He's still wearing too much clothing for her taste compared to what she has left--only her solid black pumps. For now, and maybe the rest of the night, she might keep them on. Make them earn their 'fuck me pumps' nickname in truth.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd like to get out of the rest of his clothes, too, mostly because he wants to be doing a lot more than just being touched right now, good as it feels, as talented as her hands are. He won't complain if she wants to keep the shoes on, but at the moment, he barely even notices, busy as he is running his hands across her body and then lower, brushing between her legs almost teasingly. He'll have to get her out of those underwear, too.]