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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 13:49:38 GMT -5
He grins and puts his arm around her shoulder. "Of course. You want some?"
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 13:50:30 GMT -5
She nods. "Yes, I would actually, thanks."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 13:51:43 GMT -5
He holds it over her head. "I've handed you everything else on a silver platter. You'll have to work for this one..."
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 13:55:16 GMT -5
She grins. "Give me one piece, and you'll so regretting those words."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 13:55:45 GMT -5
He shakes his head stubbornly.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 13:56:59 GMT -5
She thinks for a moment, then starts to grin. "So, I take it you still have to be designated driver, hm?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 13:57:32 GMT -5
"That was the plan, considering I already gave you champagne..."
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 14:04:28 GMT -5
Well, she didn't drink that much, but she seems to get a little smirk. Ash begins to smoothly caress the side of his face with her left hand, let it trail down to his collar bone, teasing on his shirt but teetering by his actual skin. Her right hand reaches for the champagn, taking in a mouthful of the bubbly liquid in. She doesn't swallow though, but it warms as she holds in behind her lips. And now that her hands are free, she reaches up for his face, holding it there gently as she leans forward, lips at his, and essentially allowing the champagne to move from her into him.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 14:07:00 GMT -5
He smiles under her mouth, licking in the champange then pulling away. "Not gonna work..." he teases, holding the chocolate further away.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 14:10:41 GMT -5
Her smirk widens. "Who says I want chocolate?" She crawls closer yet again, this time, legs intrusively by the sides of his.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 14:12:02 GMT -5
"Well, fine then." He tosses the chocolate back into the cooler and places both his ands on her waist, lifting her slightly closer.
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 14:17:08 GMT -5
((So Aka...have a sex scene prepared? *chuckles*))
As he takes hold of her, she allows herself to press against his hips as her hands slip under his shirt, racing across the feeling of his bare chest.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 14:20:02 GMT -5
((No, and I won't be writing one, because I'm at Panera surrounded by kids.))
He grins widely, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. He presses his lips to her pulse point, and then mutters against her skin, "Why does it seem as though keep-away always turns into a makeout session with us?"
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 14:21:55 GMT -5
She merely shrugs, large grin on her face. "I have no idea," she tries to say innocently.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 9, 2009 14:24:31 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not sure if it's a bad thing or not, but it seems to work." His smile widens again, gripping her hips tighter before rolling, flipping her underneath him. He smiles at her before moving to plant a row of kisses along the edge of her jaw.
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