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Blaire's lashes fluttered shut, her skin tingling as Toby kissed a path lower. He sucked and her body arched, breath catching in her throat. Humming, Blaire ran her fingers through his hair and over his back, massaging gently eager to hold him close. It was so easy--she didn't have ot think, didn't have to question herself, how to position her body, how to sound, every reaction honest and authentic.
Toby looped his hand under her hip and shifted them on the couch, pulling her legs up onto the couch, across his lap. He smiled against her skin as she hummed, such a soft purr only encouraging him. Toby's lips moved down over her collarbone, lingering until he earned another vocal reaction before he lifted his head and kissed her lips.
"Mm, we brainstormed a lot, didn't we?" She grinned, nipping at his jaw all cute and playful. "I'm thinking of prioritizing something mutually beneficial. Double-sided, maybe?"
Quinton chuckled leaning into her lips, "We did, but I sort of want to see what catches your eye." He'd introduced her to a lot, but he wanted to see what drew her attention. "Mm sounds like fun." Quinton turned his head and wrapped his lips around her earlobe, tenderly tugging. "If you want, maybe we pick up some fresh poptarts on the way back."
Katyrina hummed against him, happy to be so close. She hadn't realized how sex-starved she'd been until the teeny, tiny touches--Darcy brushing her hair back, fingers skimming over her jaw or ear, sitting close enough that their knees brushed. She smiled, so happy she melted against him, doing her best to keep still.
Though Darcy wasn't an overly touchy person usually, but he wasn't able to help himself around her. He loved how she made him feel, how much he wanted to be around her. The way he wasn't conscious about reaching out, they were magnetized. Darcy was quiet for a little while, enjoying bits of the movie as he considered new questions to ask her. "What is something you wish you were better at?"
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"I could see it. You cracking down to find the truth of the story." Playing along with the other. "Right, then let's get started." He pulls up the movie on the screen pressing play. He leans back against the couch, kicking up a leg and stretching his arm out along the back of the couch.
"Exactly," Grayson exhaled a little laugh then turned his attention to the tv. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Josh lean back. They way he put his feet up, arm on the back of the couch, it all just oozed a confidence that pumped more energy into Grayson's crush. In a poor attempt to clear his head he leaned back against the couch and tried to keep his attention on the movie knowing they'd have a break when their food and drinks arrived.
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Jaxon swallowed but the stone in his throat didn't go away. "Kaia you... you shouldn't have to deal with any of this," he mumbled looking down at their hands. "I don't know," he told her honestly. I didn't even go that much before," he sighed, "No one knows how to deal with it and I'd just have to fucking hash it all out all over again for a therapist to realize they have no idea what to fucking do with me." It was an exhausting process. He looked up at her, eyes pleading. "I want get out of here, maybe just a trip or something to clear my head?" He was guessing.
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Like the sense of ease after a long, slow sip of chamomile, a feeling of calm dripped through the bond, soothing Natalie's worries. "I love you," she said aloud, her voice soft, a slow melody. She wrapped an arm around Natalie to hold her close, her lips staining the softest kisses against the blonde's temple. She wanted to give Natalie more moments of happiness, not...this dread that seemed to linger over her heart.
Natalie felt the calm wash over her from head to toe, it was godly. Part of her some times wondered if Azula was a goddess too, maybe just a little. She smiled when Azula echoed her love out loud, it was nice to hear. That kiss to her temple sent soft chills down her spine. "This... this whole thing is so sweet," she straightened up a little and brushed her hand over Azula's knee. "Thank you." She knew she was tired, stressed, worried far too much, the fact that Azula took the time to think all of this through and take a moment for them both to pause. She reached out and grabbed some cracker and cheese then shook her head. "I really don't mean to make this any less romantic, I just can't seem to shake that sense, it's weird." Natalie exhaled softly as she looked down at the ring Azula had conjured for her, brushing her thumb against it.
Her lashes fluttered as Toby's tone shifted. Damn, that was an unexpected trick--a tone she was glad was glad she'd never had to hear in a professional context; a context that would have faded in seconds after she heard it. She let the cool silk slip off her shoulder, watching Toby through her lashes as every kiss warmed her skin.
Toby pressed his lips over her shoulder, slowly working up the curve of her neck. He ran his hand up to her hip then back down over her thigh, caressing her softly. The scent of her skin, that lotion but also her just washed over him, head to toe. He paused, his lips just at the patch of skin where her shoulder met her neck and he sucked lightly. Sure not to be rough or leave a mark, just teasing.
Raisa laughed and leaned in close, pressing a soft, adoring kiss up Quinton's throat. "Is that what I said?" she teased, nipping once. "No, no rush. Just..." She traced her nose over his jaw. "I know how easy it is for us to get...distracted."
"Mmm," he brushed his nose over her cheek, "So distracted," Quinton grinned, his hands pressing against her hips a moment before he ran them up her back. "What kind of toys are you thinking about?" he wondered cutely.
Goosebumps crawled up Blaire's thigh, skin warm beneath Toby's soft touch. "Oh, I definitely want a few reminders of our long weekend," she said, "But maybe not such obvious ones." If they intended to be discreet, Blaire planned to do so completely. She didn't want anyone asking questions she couldn't answer truthfully. "No, not too much," she said, walking her fingers down his chest.
"I'll leave some a little lower," Toby assured her in a low town. When she replied that it wasn't too much he leaned down, reaching up with his left hand and pushed the shoulder of her robe down to clear her skin for his lips. He kissed firm but tender, teasing and never tugging... not until he had his lips down over her chest. She wanted a mark, he'd leave one on her hips.
Katyrina waited patiently as Darcy refilled her glass, using every second as an opportunity to catch her breath. "Thank you," she said softly. She would've already crawled onto his lap if not for the glasses and wine. Feeling the warmth of him around her, Katyrina wiggled her hips, tucking herself into Darcy's side. Quietly, she rested her head against his ribs, curling into him.
He waited for her to adjust and press against his side to brush his hand over her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her instead of the back of the couch. His fingers brushed gently back and forth. Once she pressed her head against chest he smiled a little and pressed his cheek to the top of her head. "I love this bit. So stupid," he grinned.
Oh, he could definitely tempt her with the right moves--or toys--but Raisa wasn't going to let him know that. Besides, she prided herself on never being too easy, but as always, Quinton was the exception to her rules--she'd been easy on him from the beginning. "Mm." Raz straightened in his lap, hips rolling unintentionally, legs hugging his thighs as if hoping to keep him trapped and close. "Keep that up and we're not leaving."
Raisa was anything but easy. She straightened up and Quinton ran his palms down over her hips. Quinton smirked and looked up at her, "You don't like it?" he teased, scratching his fingers over her thighs. "You have to get up for us to leave, but I'm not in any rush," he smirked.
"And yet my car'll still smell like sweat and sexy. Nah, man." It was going to take a lot more convincing for her to agree to popping Cherry's cherry like that. "Take me shopping and you'll see." Quinton was the first boyfriend she'd ever had--hell, first boyfriend, period--she'd ever gone shopping with. He was definitely the only one with as much style as her. "I like seeing you in my jewel tones," she said, finger skimming down his ribs, stopping a few inches shy of his tattoo. "And I'm wearing red today, so you'll match."
Quinton pursed his lips a little, squinting. She wasn't overly clean, neither of them were, and he knew her car was her baby but... he really thought she'd be a little more tempted. "I'll pull those out then," he smirked then leaned in and pressed a kiss to her arm.
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