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Kim and Chase come upstairs after dinner. She grins as she opens the door. "Can you wait a moment? I'm going to go change into something more comfortable..."

She leaves him in the bedroom and slips into the bathroom to put on some skimpy lingerie the bar gave her earlier. On top of that, she throws on a cotton robe.

"You know, I'm not sure how much I feel like practicing tonight..." she says, looking down, trying to hide a smile.

[ooc: Smut warning]

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He withdraws the hand, liking that edge of steel, wanting more of that.

"Yes...whatever you say..." he whispers.

She slips her hand around his erection and lowers her head to take part of him into her mouth. It's been a while, but she remembers the *feel* of him.

Oh, it has been a while. A very long while.

He remembers her mouth on him, the feel of that, and he's daydreamed about it and nightdreamed about it and it's been ages and he arches just a little bit.

"Yes."

And she swirls her tongue over him, like an ice cream cone, like a popsicle, like ices, and she remembers what he likes and how he likes it.

He hasn't touched her. She's giving him pleasure. But she's the one in control.

He's almost afraid to speak, but he likes that fear.

Yes...she knows exactly what to do, and he can't keep from pushing gently against her, silently begging for more.

Well, he didn't use his hands and she complies with that request, speeding up a little and moving her hand to gently hold him.

He wants to touch her hand and guide it gently, but he can't, and then he doesn't need to anymore, because it's doing exactly what he wants it to and the combination of that and the speed of her mouth sends a shock of pleasure through him. He gasps audibly.

She smiles slightly as she takes more of him in and hears his reaction. But if she keeps going, she won't get what she wants.

She keeps going for a few minutes but then licks him one last time and slides up his body so that she can kiss him deeply. She captures his bottom lip with her teeth and then pulls back.

"Okay, now...you can touch."

Which he does, with pent-up fervor, skimming his hands over as much of her body as he can reach and reaching to cup one of her breasts, brushing his thumb against the nipple.

He kisses her again, caressing her cheek with his free hand.

She gasps into his mouth and runs her fingers through his hair.

He grows more confident, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her.

She can feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest and she kisses him and straddles him.

"Sit up," she breathes.

He snaps to attention and obeys instantly, his arms still twined loosely around her.

She wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto his shoulders for support as she lowers herself onto him. She gasps and closes her eyes, head titled back slightly and oh this feels so right.

"Oh, god..."

He pulls her closer against him, wrapping himself around her, gasping shakily.

She slides her arms around him, holding onto him as she feels him gripping her tighter. And she's not afraid - this is a good closeness.

He's missed this so much, being able to wrap his arms around her and hold her against him, and he presses his lips against her neck, rocking gently into her. "Love you," he whispers.

She arches back a little, wanting more and then leans her head against his shoulder.

"Ditto," she whispers in return and lifts her head to kiss him.

He laughs softly, holds her tighter, rocks faster, and parts his lips beneath hers, kissing her deeply.

She feels the vibration of his laughter through her body and wraps her legs around him tighter.

He leans his forehead against hers, feeling her breath on his skin, and oh god she feels good...

She gasps and squirms a little because she wants more of him.

"Chase," she moans softly.

"Yes," he gasps, speeding up.

She leans forward to lick a drop of sweat off his jaw and presses her lips against his neck.

Her heart's racing and part of her wants to tell him to slow down they have all night and the other part, the part in control, wants more.

He keeps his pace steady, hands slipping a little bit on her skin, and he reaches behind him to hold onto the headboard.