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[trenchknives]

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

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[thenormalsquint]

[She's still trembling against him, legs still wrapped around his waist, both from the dying out of her orgasm and the sensations drifting off of his. Her fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, an almost too soft of a gesture to be showing a possible one night stand with a complete strange she met in a bar.]

You okay?

[trenchknives]

[He's still trying to catch his breath as he responds, but there's a definite smile in his voice as he does so.]

Yeah, never been better. You?

[thenormalsquint]

Sure beats being stood up.

[There's a laugh in her voice, as breathless as it is, while she squeezes her thighs around him.]

Don't drop me.

[trenchknives]

I don't plan on droppin' you anytime soon.

[He's happy enough to keep holding her up for as long as she wants him to.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She should really let him go, but every so often, her body involuntarily clenches around him, still not quite finished. And anyway, if he gets soft enough that the condom slips off, gravity is on her side.]

For somebody with a baby face like this, you're deceptively strong.

[trenchknives]

Guess I'll go ahead and take that as a compliment.

[He's not exactly ready to let her go, either, although in a few moments, he might carry her over to the couch, or somewhere he can sit down. Still, he finds he likes holding her like this.]

[thenormalsquint]

Trust me. If it was an insult, you wouldn't be in me or my apartment right now.

[She deliberately clenches her muscles around him to prove her point.]

[trenchknives]

[He laughs, and finally moves towards the couch, carrying her all the way.]

Glad to hear it.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela gives a small yelp, surprised at the sudden movement from the wall to the couch. She expected him to put her down sooner or later, but it's nice on his lap. Nobody's complaining.]

I should ask if you want something to drink, be a good hostess, show you I have home training, but that means getting off.

[trenchknives]

Y'know, I've probably had enough to drink tonight anyway.

[He offers her a lazy smile as he finally relaxes into the couch.]

[thenormalsquint]

I was thinking more along the lines of water and soda.

[trenchknives]

Well, maybe at some point. I'm pretty comfortable right now.

[thenormalsquint]

[Humming a tuneless song, Angela dips her head to his neck, kissing the skin there softly. She's not trying to get him riled up again, only because she knows how men work, but she can't not touch either.]

Me too. Funny how that works.

[trenchknives]

[He won't protest the kisses -- they feel good, even if he's exhausted and completely satisfied from what they'd just done.]

Good. This night turned out a hell of a lot better than I expected it to.

[thenormalsquint]

[And since he won't stop her, she'll just keep going.]

Don't tell me your original plan was to sit there all night.

[trenchknives]

[He laughs.]

Nah, probably would've sat there for a couple more hours, then would've gotten so drunk I got into a fight with someone, then would've gone on home to lick my wounds and sober up.

[thenormalsquint]

That sounds pretty dumb, if I get to say so. [She laughs too, nipping just a bit.] No one's ever worth that.

[trenchknives]

Sure, you can say so. It is pretty dumb. I'm kinda impulsive.

[That's the understatement of the century.]

[thenormalsquint]

So am I. [Obviously.] But that doesn't mean I go out and get myself almost killed.

[trenchknives]

Well, I've never been almost killed.

[Severely injured? Yes.]

[thenormalsquint]

Yet. You did say you were impulsive. It's only a matter of time.

[She begins lifting her hips to get off of him and stretch her legs.]

[trenchknives]

[He's content to stay on the couch, but he shifts a little bit so that she can move.]

Trust me -- I'm pretty good at takin' care of myself.

[thenormalsquint]

Angela doesn't move far. Just beside him, draping her legs over him, arm on the back on the couch without a care that she's still undressed. Besides, she might want another go.]

Says the guy the with the bottle all to himself.

[trenchknives]

Aw, c'mon, that's not gonna kill me.

[At least, he hopes not.]

[thenormalsquint]

Singlehandedly, it won't. It's what you do because of it that might, remember? [She leans forward, pursing her lips, kissing him softly, grin playing on her face.] Following strange women home, having sex with them... what if they did something to you?