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[trenchknives]

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

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[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?

[trenchknives]

[He kisses her back, laughing.]

Well, I guess a strange woman did kinda do something to me, but it wasn't a bad something.

[thenormalsquint]

And maybe she would like to do more somethings to you. Possibly bad in the public eye, but good in the privacy of her own home, but really, who knows. You should really pull her hair to find out.

[Slick move throwing that one out there, wasn't it?]

[trenchknives]

Well, I am a curious guy, 'n I do wanna find out everythin' I can about this strange woman...

[Definitely a slick move, and something he'd been wanting to do anyway. As he leans forward to kiss her again, his hand twines in her hair and he gives it a pull, harder than he'd done before.]

[thenormalsquint]

[He's rewarded with a bitten lip moan, the kind that say her knees are weak and she's practically willing to do anything for more of that.]

All... you gotta do is ask.

[trenchknives]

Well, I guess I don't have to ask to find out that you like that.

[Which means he'll do it again, because he's not one to deny her any enjoyment, especially when she's given him so much enjoyment already.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She releases a shaky breath, mouth open and eyes closed for just a second before speaking in his general direction.]

I wanted you to do that earlier, but you weren't catching my hint.

[trenchknives]

I should probably make up for that, then, huh?

[He's just going to keep his hand in her hair as he kisses her again, a little more intensely this time.]

[thenormalsquint]

To stay on my good side, yeah.

[Leaning into the kiss, she runs her nails along his chest lightly, making moves to remove that used condom.]

[trenchknives]

Well, I wouldn't wanna be on your bad side.

[He smiles a little as she runs her nails across his chest, but then breaks the kiss to speak.]

Y'know, as long as we're sayin' things that we like, you could be a little rougher with those nails.

[thenormalsquint]

[Her eyebrows perk up a little and the next thing anybody knows, Angela's digging those nails into his skin, enough to leave red trails behind them.]

[trenchknives]

[He hisses as her nails bite into his skin, but although it's a hiss of pain, it's the good kind of pain, which is obvious from the look on his face -- and from the way he presses his lips against hers again, tugging her hair roughly as he does so.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's forgotten her original goal for touching him, finding new paths to scratch into his skin, new ways to play against his tongue. They should really stop before they start something he can't finish.]

[trenchknives]

[He's not particularly inclined to stop, though, not when she's doing that. And it's far more fun to tug at her hair in response.]