Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2011-04-10 12:54 am
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Crowne Plaza Hotel, Williamsburg, VA, Late Saturday Morning
There were no weird blocks hanging in the air here, no weird creatures running around, and no tails or ears appearing on anyone. The oddest thing was probably the teddy bear (Lennox Fitzherbert IV, as it'd by now been named) sitting on one of the bedside tables. So, all in all, it was a pretty damn normal hotel room. And that was the best thing for it to be, right now.
There was more exploring to do and adventures to have today, but not quite yet. It was still morning, and Kate was still pretty soundly asleep, curled up on her side, dreaming things that she wouldn't remember later on and that were already starting to slowly fade away.
[ooc: Just for that guuuuy, and NFB for off-islandness.]
There was more exploring to do and adventures to have today, but not quite yet. It was still morning, and Kate was still pretty soundly asleep, curled up on her side, dreaming things that she wouldn't remember later on and that were already starting to slowly fade away.
[ooc: Just for that guuuuy, and NFB for off-islandness.]

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And he still was considering she was rocking and he was only wearing a thin pair of boxer shorts.
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And by hands she meant nails, and no, she wasn't going to realize her random desire to leave red marks on his back was some minor possessive thing.
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He could do with her on top of him and underneath him, honestly.
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"I'm pretty sure you could get me ready."
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See, he hadn't even wasted time.
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It wasn't much of a stretch to get her fingers in his hair so she did.
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He continued just kissing her stomach, open mouthed and warm, lips pressed against her skin as he moved a bit lower, moving smoothly as he did.
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And she wasn't thinking too hard on it now, anyway. She was feeling him, and watching him, and how her stomach was rising and falling in time with her slightly quickened breathing.
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