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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

[He smirks right back.]

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.

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

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

What's there to complain about?

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

Nothing that I know about.

[He kisses her back, laughing.]

I knew this would be a good idea.

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

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

[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.

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.]

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.]

Fair enough.

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

[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.

[He laughs.]

Yeah, I kinda forgot about that.

[Can you really blame him? He's just going to take this opportunity to get up and wander into the bathroom, both to get rid of the used condom and to take the excuse to move a little closer to her bedroom.]

[In the meantime, she'll stumble on over the kitchen on the opposite side of the apartment to crack open a bottle of water while standing in front of the open fridge. Their clothes are still in a pile over by the door, in eyeshot, and she chuckles, glad that the dress was going to the dry cleaners anyway.]

[He's just decided to flop down onto her bed. Yeah, it looks like he's getting awfully comfortable here.]

[After a few more sips, Angela realizes that he doesn't actually return to the living room and goes on a search for him. He's not in the bathroom and the second bedroom that doubles as her art studio has the door shut, so there's only one other place he can be in the small apartment and that's where Angela heads, bottle still in hand, stopping to lean against the doorjamb with nothing but a smile.]

That's my bed, you know.

I thought it might be.

[He grins up at her lazily.]

You wanna kick me out?

I could...

[She steps towards him, pressing the chilly bottle against his legs before dragging it along them, stopping just at his belly button.]

...but I find you pretty useful.

Yeah, I knew you only liked me for the sex.

[He grins at her, but then shivers a little as she drags the bottle across his legs. It's not a bad shiver, though.]

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