Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-10-01 11:09 am
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Room 324, Late Friday Morning
It was Kate's birthday.
Not that that was much evident from anything, except maybe the slightly stilted happy birthday phonecall she'd gotten from her dad earlier, and the far more animated one from Lynda a little later. But it was still her birthday. Seventeen. Hmmh.
She was grabbing a portal to KC in the evening to join Lynda in the Crossroads district's First Friday art thing. And afterwards she was going to take another portal back, and tomorrow morning Lynda was going to fly over to be her weekend guest.
But for now? She was lazing about in a skimpy top and shorts (it was her birthday, she thought she was allowed) with some candy and a random bad movie on her laptop. And wearing her Princess Valhalla boots for no real reason, other than having just checked the insane number of hits on her video.
So far it was an okay birthday.
[ooc: Half-open door, completely open post! Handwavey knowledge of birthday completely fine.
A some bits of AFKness coming up,first as I go to class, and then way later when I go see Scott Pilgrim, but other than that I'm around!]
Not that that was much evident from anything, except maybe the slightly stilted happy birthday phonecall she'd gotten from her dad earlier, and the far more animated one from Lynda a little later. But it was still her birthday. Seventeen. Hmmh.
She was grabbing a portal to KC in the evening to join Lynda in the Crossroads district's First Friday art thing. And afterwards she was going to take another portal back, and tomorrow morning Lynda was going to fly over to be her weekend guest.
But for now? She was lazing about in a skimpy top and shorts (it was her birthday, she thought she was allowed) with some candy and a random bad movie on her laptop. And wearing her Princess Valhalla boots for no real reason, other than having just checked the insane number of hits on her video.
So far it was an okay birthday.
[ooc: Half-open door, completely open post! Handwavey knowledge of birthday completely fine.
A some bits of AFKness coming up,
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And that was totally beneficial to her. Nothing at all wrong with the propsect of him on top of her.
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It slid away because of her mouth and her soft skin and how good her body always felt underneath his.
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Who needed intentions when there was all that to feel?
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That was his job and his goal and his aim. That was his hope with how he deepened that kiss even more, quickened it a bit and pushed his body against hers eagerly.
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Idly, she considered pushing up against him, but there were better ways to keep him pressed against her. Like sliding her hands to his back, and dragging her nails over his shirt, hard enough for him to feel that despite the fabric.
It didn't have to be his birthday for her to do that.
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Especially the ones she could discover while kissing him, because those were the best ones.
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His hand was warm and her skin was too so he didn't really waste time moving his fingers up her stomach and across her ribs, tickling and touching as he did.
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Fun enough for her to keep teasing his skin through his shirt. It was nice to leave marks, even if they were temporary.
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Her lip got teased at the same time as his fingers bumped along her ribs, counting them quietly in his head. She was tiny enough to do that.
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And the lip biting drew a smile from her.
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