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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?

[He kisses her back, laughing.]

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

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?]

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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.

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.]

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.]

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Her toes curl in response, legs tensing up with the pleasure and Angela just knows she's fired up and ready to go again. It doesn't take much and it doesn't take much more for her to tell him what she wants. Rather, show him by pulling away and putting a hand on top of his hand to push down on it, spreading her legs at the same time. The hint is loud and clear this time.]

[He can take a hint like that, and he's perfectly willing to follow directions. His hand moves lower, between her legs, beginning by stroking her with a teasing and gentle touch that is at odds with the way he'd just pulled her hair.]

[Apparently, Angela thinks he missed it. Men. She can't be surprised. She makes a sort of disapproving sound at the way he's touching her, even though it feels good. It's not what she wants.]

I wasn't asking for your hand.

[He raises an eyebrow, laughing at her response.]

Yeah? What were you askin' for, then?

[He's pretty sure he knows, but he's also enjoying teasing her. And he can't help that he still has a grip on her hair.]

Your mouth.

[If there was any inkling of an thought that she was the type of girl to hesitate about saying out loud what she wants, well, that thought should be wiped completely from his head.]

[His smile grows a little wider. He's glad she was willing to say it out loud -- so many people weren't, and it only makes him more attracted to her. Which is why he leans forward, first to plant some lingering kisses on her inner thighs before moving between her legs.]

[There's a hint of something deadly in that smile of his that Angela can't quite get a read one, but damn if it doesn't turn her the hell on even more. With her hand still on the top of his hand, she lets her fingers wind into his hair, following him down as she cants her hips upwards with a sigh.]

[He doesn't get to do this nearly as much as he'd like to, but that doesn't mean he's not good at it -- he's obviously enthusiastic about it, given the way he immediately lets his tongue begin exploring, looking for exactly the right spot to get her moaning again.]

[He hasn't gotten there yet, but she's enjoying his trip anyway, feet coming to rest along his back as she reclines further against the couch. Angela gently combs her hand through his blond strands, encouraging with small gasps each time he strays closer to her clit.]

[Can he really be blamed for liking to take his time when it elicits responses like that? Besides, when he finally gets there, it'll just be that much better, which is why his progress is almost teasingly slow -- but of course, he does get there soon enough.]

[And when he does, he gets exactly what he was working towards, that moan of Angela's that she will probably soon make his favorite, the one that's a drawl of his name, the one where her toes curl against his back and her head falls backwards as her thighs shiver and tremble.]

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