[He hadn't been lying when he'd said that they could get out of the bar as soon as they had one more drink. And he'd finished that drink damn quickly, too, wanting to get her back to his apartment as fast as possible.
Once they're in the door, he looks around, half-hoping she doesn't notice the mess on the floor and the holes in the wall where someone had obviously put a fist through them. The best way to get her not to notice is to kiss her, though, so that's what he does.]
[She wouldn't have paid attention to the room, not when her attention is focused on him, on his lips. Attention rewarded immediately the moment they cross through the door. She presses into him, her hands moving to hold the back of his head her fingers playing with his hair.]
[As soon as she presses against him, he's cupping her cheek with one hand, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fact that his kiss is deep and passionate, and the fact that he's already moving to push her up against the wall.]
[Her head tips toward his hand, she doesn't even notice right away that he's moved them, not until her back makes contact with the wall, and she huffs a soft groan.]
[He seems torn between wanting to speed this up and wanting to draw it out, and he presses against her, one hand still on her cheek as he kisses her, one hand against the wall.]
[She might not have a problem with helping him along, just a little. Her hands slide down her neck, then lower. The other drops palming over the front of his pants, she nips at his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking lightly. With one hand she tugs his shirt from his pants, her fingers sliding under the material to touch his skin and rake nails across his lower back.]
[The feeling of her hands on him, the way she sucks on his lower lip like that, that's enough to make him want to pick up the pace, too. Screw taking this slow -- he's wanting to touch her, to feel every inch of her body, and he breaks the kiss for long enough to nip at her neck and then her shoulder, not hard, but not particularly gently, either.]
[Grinning into the kiss before he pulls away from her, she huffs a quiet little pleased sound when he bites her neck her head resting against the wall. She tugs at his pants, fumbling with button and zipper, the sting of teeth spurring her into action. Pushing back against him, she moves him away enough to get his shirt off and toss it aside. Fingers curl in his hair and to pull him into another eager kiss.]
[He helps her in getting the shirt off, wriggling his arms out of it eagerly, letting it fall to the ground. She'll have to deal with his pants herself, though, because he's too busy kissing her back, one hand twined in her hair, one hand moving across her body, sliding up her shirt to find the warm, bare skin there.]
[She doesn't mind that. Except his hands are warm, and a little distracting, but she manages to get his pants open and pushed down out of the way, because damn it they've wasted enough time right? Another little bit of maneuvering and she's wiggling her panties out from under her skirt with a sly little smirk.]
[They've definitely wasted enough time, and his smile certainly lights off when she pulls her underwear off. That just inspires his hand to reach down and move to her thigh, though -- nowhere really scandalous just yet, just running his fingers along her inner thigh briefly, knowing he could move his hand higher if he wanted to... but not doing so just yet.]
[He's adorable, really she enjoys his company more than he actually realizes. He reminds her of simpler times, an easier life, maybe? Where his fingers brush along her thigh, her eyes close humming softly. She shifts spreading her legs apart and nudging his chin with her head. Her teeth nip at his chin, tongue tracing the line of it back to his ear, soft lips whisper against the shell.] Are you going to make me beg you?
I wasn't gonna make you beg, but now that you say it...
[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
[She grins, putting on a little bit of a pout, but it melts away almost immediately as his fingers move- gliding along her thigh, teasing along her folds, making her head drop to his shoulder and causing her to huff a soft sound against his neck. She hooks a leg around his and pulls him against her, her hand curling around his shaft and stroking, the movement slow and teasing, matching the gentle motion of his fingers.]
[Pulled close against her like that, feeling her hands on him finally, he finds himself moving his fingers a little more quickly -- still gentle, but with a bit of added friction. After all, if he's slow and teasing, she'll be slow and teasing, and right now, he just finds himself wanting more from that hand of hers. With a slight smile -- a smug one, of course, because he's nothing if not cocky -- one of his fingers moves from teasing between her folds to press inside of her gently.]
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Once they're in the door, he looks around, half-hoping she doesn't notice the mess on the floor and the holes in the wall where someone had obviously put a fist through them. The best way to get her not to notice is to kiss her, though, so that's what he does.]
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[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
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