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[trenchknives]

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

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[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.

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

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

[thenormalsquint]

[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.

[trenchknives]

I thought it might be.

[He grins up at her lazily.]

You wanna kick me out?

[thenormalsquint]

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.

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

Yep. And I make no apologies for it.

[Just for kicks, she moves the bottle down a little, right on a hipbone, dangerously close to his cock. Chess with only one moveable play piece.]

[trenchknives]

You got somethin' in mind, here?

[It does feel pretty good, in a weird kind of way.]

[thenormalsquint]

Not really.

[Which is pretty much the truth. She's actually testing her boundaries, seeing how far he'll let her go as she inches the bottle downwards, but there's no particular goal past that.]

Did you?

[trenchknives]

[He's always willing to push boundaries -- and to have his boundaries pushed.]

Nah. Can't think of anything.

[thenormalsquint]

[She carefully perches the bottle in place as she comes to climb onto the bed. It takes a little adjusting to get herself where she wants to be exactly, but soon, she's on her belly between his thighs, legs up in the air behind her like she's just hanging out.]

Not the creative type, are you?

[trenchknives]

Depends on what you mean by that. I can't draw a fuckin' stick figure, if that's what you mean by creative. I got some good ideas sometimes, though.

[He looks at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she's planning.]

[thenormalsquint]

What about stick figures who aren't fucking?

[He left that one wide open. And he won't find out what she's planning because she's playing this by the ear, bringing her hands up to rub them against his thighs.]

[trenchknives]

[He laughs.]

Okay, okay, you got me there.

[And promptly shivers again, this time because of her touch.]