I hate my mun.

[notevendarkyet]

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

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[houndforhire.livejournal.com]

*closes his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation, brushing his fingers over her hip*

*cheek to cheek, low and soft tones purring quietly at her ear* Only if you really want coffee right this second. I mean, I can think of other ways to wake up.

[notevendarkyet.livejournal.com]

*her fingers trail down his arm to the elbow, then up on the inside of the arm, and then across his chest, possibly unintentionally teasingly passing over a nipple* Mmmmmmm...

*turns her face to brush her lips agains his* Put that way, I think I may be persuaded to consider alternatives to coffee.

[houndforhire.livejournal.com]

*bites his lip at her touch, some sort of sight that sounds more like a moan from that angle*

*then bites hers, gently, between kisses* Oh good. I got plenty of alternatives. *fingers brushing over her thigh, heading inwards*

[notevendarkyet.livejournal.com]

*feeling the bite on her lip makes her fingernails dig in slightly into his skin, and she rises up a bit to be able to 'deliver' a god, solid, 'you-asked-for-it-this-time' kiss. The kind that leaves both parties breathless for a while. During which her hand slides down his chest, along his stomach, thumbing the rim of his navel briefly, and then the fingers tease the hairs underneath*

Come to think of it ... I believe I can ... come up with a few suggestions too.

[houndforhire.livejournal.com]

*definitely moans softly into her mouth, into the kiss, hips lifting slightly against her hand*

Oh? *a little breathless, grinning*

[notevendarkyet.livejournal.com]

*grinning too, her fingers raking through the hairs... but carefully avoiding the 'treasures' they're surrounding*

Mmmm. *leans across his chest to lightly suck on his earlobe... the one that's on the other side of his face from her* A few. I might even share, if I'm asked nicely. *eyes crinkle up a little more, and the back of her palm 'just' brushes against him finally*