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[trenchknives]

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

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[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[He wouldn't mind just hearing that moan forever, so of course he's going to keep doing what he's doing, finding just the right amount of pressure and the right pattern to use with his tongue, wanting her to keep responding the way she is. Hell, he feels like he could do this forever, too, just to get her reactions.]

[thenormalsquint]

Shit. And you were talking about unfair...

[How she manages to get those words out is a miracle because she can barely breathe, writhing under the movements of his tongue, moaning, gasping, pulling his hair. She can't last forever, but damn if Angela sure isn't trying to. The journey's just as good as the destination.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd respond to her comment, but there's no way he's going to pull away from her long enough to do so, so he just smiles a little as he continues, one of his hands resting on her hip, curious to see just how quickly he can make her come again.]

[thenormalsquint]

[His hand on her hip is keep her from twisting away from him, the sensation suddenly too much yet still not enough. It's like her body is confused; it wants but it doesn't want all at the same time. All she can do is bring her arm up to her head, biting on the heel of her hand to try and ground herself onto something.]

[trenchknives]

[He has to admit, that's the response he was looking for, and he's not going anywhere, even if she writhes underneath him and bites on her hand. She can probably feel him smiling, maybe even laughing a little, but he doesn't stop using his tongue and his mouth, and he doesn't pull away.]

[thenormalsquint]

[The laughter sends vibrations through her, most likely unintentionally on his part in her pleasure fogged mind, and it's the trigger for her downward spiral. She throws her head back against the arm of the couch and lets go, moans muffled through her hand, back arched off the cushions.

Angela made a mistake letting this man in her house and she means that in the most loving way possible because there is no way in hell she's letting him go home until daylight.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd kind of wondered if his laughter would do anything, if she'd feel anything different, and apparently she did -- his eyes glance up to watch her face as she comes, not pulling away until he's absolutely sure she's gotten every last bit of pleasure she can.

And sure, his expression might be a little self-satisfied, but hell, he's glad he went home with her.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela kicks at his shoulder, gently and playfully, with no amount of force behind the action mostly because her legs are still in the midst of trembling.]

You know you screwed up, right?

[She's smirking at him, sweaty and rosy cheeked.]

[trenchknives]

Screwed up how? Was that not good enough for ya? Should I do it again to fix it?

[He smirks right back.]

[thenormalsquint]

That's the problem. It was good. Now I'm going to make you keep doing it. I hope you don't have any responsibilities to attend to in the morning.

[trenchknives]

Oh, no, nothin' special. I'd rather be doin' that.

[thenormalsquint]

Good. I don't want to hear any complaining later.

[trenchknives]

What's there to complain about?

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela sits up, grabbing his chin between two fingers, kissing him and tasting herself at the same time.]

Nothing that I know about.

[trenchknives]

[He kisses her back, laughing.]

I knew this would be a good idea.

[thenormalsquint]

The best one and I didn't even need to know your last name.

[trenchknives]

Do you wanna know it, or would that ruin the mystery, or somethin'?

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela shrugs. She doesn't care either way. It's not like they're dating or sending each other Christmas cards.]

Your choice. I mean, if you want to make this an ongoing thing and you think it matters, knock yourself out.

[trenchknives]

I don't think it matters.

[That way, the next time he gets arrested, she won't read his name in the paper and connect it to the guy she'd brought home from the bar. Good plan.]

[thenormalsquint]

Then we'll keep the mystery.

[Even though he could just look on her mailbox and find out hers. Though if they put his picture in the paper along with his name... then he's fucked.]

[trenchknives]

Fair enough.

[He's not even going to cheat and look to find hers. That would be unfair.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She stretches, catlike, arms and legs all over him, groaning in that obviously sated way. There's a finger pointing at the used condom still on him.]

I have more in my bedroom, you know. No need to be stingy.