Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-03-11 03:42 pm
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Room 324, Late Thursday Morning
"-- So then what? ...Oh, oh, like in that movie? You know. ...What do you mean, you don't? We watched it like three times in a row last spring when I had the-- Yes. That one. With the guy with the hair and the--"
Back in Overland Park, T was out, for some reason or other.
It meant that here in Fandom, Kate was sprawled on her bed with her phone clamped to her ear, getting updated on the stupid things morning television had to offer, and the things T would've liked to do later in the day if she wouldn't have been likely to be too lazy and too high to leave the house.
Kate was snickering a lot. "... Eww, T, that's disgusting."
There were worse ways to spend a morning.
[ooc: Door half-open, post completely so, do feel free to interrupt. No one's doing anything even remotely useful. Myself included.]
Back in Overland Park, T was out, for some reason or other.
It meant that here in Fandom, Kate was sprawled on her bed with her phone clamped to her ear, getting updated on the stupid things morning television had to offer, and the things T would've liked to do later in the day if she wouldn't have been likely to be too lazy and too high to leave the house.
Kate was snickering a lot. "... Eww, T, that's disgusting."
There were worse ways to spend a morning.
[ooc: Door half-open, post completely so, do feel free to interrupt. No one's doing anything even remotely useful. Myself included.]
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He slid his hand a little further up, fingers finding the lines of her ribs and tracing them lightly.
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And she had her own to work on. She moved on from his jaw down to his neck, for now just lightly brushing her lips against the skin there, her mouth open so he could feel her breathing.
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He curled his fingers against her skin then, pressing his nails into that softness just as a sort of contrast to what he had been doing.
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And then, because she couldn't help herself and didn't particularly want to, and because they'd talked about it often enough; a very gentle little bite, followed by a quick lick over the same spot, just with the very tip of her tongue.
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Since Bod didn't want her to stop what she was doing, he just had to keep using his hands, which wasn't anything bad. His hand moved a little higher, past her ribs and slowing to a stop so he could draw his nails from left to right and back again.
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While being pleasantly distracted by the shivers his nails on her skin were sending through her body.
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Bod prided himself on being a pretty focused guy but it was just being wrecked here and he liked that.
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And she could keep going for a moment more, bringing a hand up to caress the other side of his neck while she concentrated her attentions on an especially nice and sensitive spot of his skin.
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It was a good idea, really, even if it left him erratically tracing patterns on her skin and up and down her ribs while she did it. Really, he was just glad he could move his fingers right now.
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Didn't mean she didn't take her time, slowly making her way back up his neck, along his jaw and across his chin before her lips met his again.
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He didn't think he could be blamed, though. She'd been focusing so much on his neck, keying him up a little and now he got to respond.
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She also approved of any and all eagerness, grinning briefly against his lips, happy to concentrate on kissing him and enjoying it.
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He'd just talk later. After. Soon. Something. He didn't even know anymore.
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Well, that and remembering the whole breathing issue, but it wasn't time to worry about that yet.
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Instead, he scaled his kiss back a little, less eager, more lazy and probably easier to get a breath or two in a minute if he wasn't all the way keyed up. Still didn't pull away though. Couldn't just quit on a dime like that.
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Her fingers were in his hair again, but it was more idle than teasing.
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So, yes, Bod didn't want to pass out. He didn't want to stop kissing her either but he knew he had to so he eventually did pull away so he could get some breaths and try and banish the pink tinge that'd popped up on his cheeks.
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Then she broke the silence, saying, "... Well."
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"Nice."
... Unlike Kate's conversational skills at this very moment.
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Well, he wasn't doing any better.
"Yes."
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