Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2011-05-08 08:59 pm
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Room 324, Sunday Morning
Uncharacteristically, Kate was awake first. Not that that meant much: it wasn't like she'd moved yet or anything. Why would she have, when she was all wrapped up in blankets with Bod and could just enjoy his body heat and his familiar smell and feel all right there, close to her?
... Well, actually, she could think of a reason. It just came to her, suddenly, something they'd talked about, something she'd put some thought into later. She was warm and happy and it seemed like as good a time as any, probably for those very reasons.
Trying to move as slowly and smoothly as she could, so as not to wake Bod up yet if she didn't have to, she reached to fumble the drawer of her bedside table open for a notebook she knew she had there.
[ooc: Just for that pale English dude that's not the one I'm playing!]
... Well, actually, she could think of a reason. It just came to her, suddenly, something they'd talked about, something she'd put some thought into later. She was warm and happy and it seemed like as good a time as any, probably for those very reasons.
Trying to move as slowly and smoothly as she could, so as not to wake Bod up yet if she didn't have to, she reached to fumble the drawer of her bedside table open for a notebook she knew she had there.
[ooc: Just for that pale English dude that's not the one I'm playing!]
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"I like it," he mumbled and let his mind wander with what he could do to her while she was talking to him like this. There were several things, some new and some old and he sighed.
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"I love it," he mumbled, nodding. "You don't expect to feel that and when you do, it's intense."
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She was the best observant girfriend ever.
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"Yes," was the only thing he could say, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers stilled for a second while he let that wave of pleasure pass over him before they resumed their trek. It wasn't a long journey at all before he was experimentally pressing his fingers against her there carefully. "God. Yes."
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Now what had she been doing? Oh, right. Talking. "Yes," she repeated back at him. "It's pretty impressive to me too. But it's not all you like to watch. Watching me strip and play with myself's gotten pretty impressive results too."
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"I do like to watch," he mumbled, remembering he had to talk too. "It's -- amazing. It's incredibly intense for me to watch you do that in front of me. I can't really put it into words."
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This was quickly turning into a game of who was going to stop talking first.
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"Should I do it differently?" he asked quietly, still watching her face.
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"You're doing fine," she murmured, ducking down for a featherlight kiss. "Slow in-and-out with a little bit of occasional wiggling is good."
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He sighed and swallowed himself. " -- like that."
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She knew she hadn't.
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