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[agirllost]

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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His eyes travel slowly down her body, and he brushes the robe aside to slip down over her shoulders, his breath catching a little in his throat. Oh god, she's beautiful...

He catches her wrist gently just to hold her hand there for a minute, wanting to feel its warmth against his skin, and then slips the shirt over his head.

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Watching his reaction to her body makes her feel a little warm. It's not anything like 'her nipples hardened under his gaze' like some bad romance novel but she definitely feels a flush.

She moves the robe out of the way and then presses her lips against his chest.

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He tilts his head back and draws in a slow, slightly trembling breath.

He dips his head swiftly to kiss the underside of her jaw, flicking his tongue very lightly against the skin.

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She gasps softly and pushes back enough to look up at him, "Sit down," she breathes.

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He lets himself fall back onto the bed, catching himself with one arm and using the other to pull her with him.

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She kisses the side of his neck and slides her hand down his chest, moving down his body until she's straddling his legs and looking up at him.

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He slips his hands around to cup her buttocks and pull her closer against him, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

She smells good. He's missed that more than he knew, missed having her close enough to breathe in her familiar scent. He kisses her, harder this time.

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She nips at his lower lip, "Mmmm, no...this is about you."

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"But I want it to be about you, too," he breathes, kissing her again and smiling gently against her lips.

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"And it will be...later," she promises. "Or I am going to have to restrain you?" she whispers into his ear, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

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He shivers. And part of it...isn't a happy shiver. "Restrain me...how?"

His hand begins to slide up under her top.

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She wraps her hands around his wrists and pins him gently to the mattress. She leans forward to kiss him again, her hair brushing against his face.

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A slow grin spreads over his face. This kind of restraining he can handle.

His lips part beneath hers, and since he can't move his hands to touch her face, he shifts position to settle her body between his legs.

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"How can I make you happy?" She asks, her widened blue eyes gazing into his.

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Bright blue-green eyes stare right back at her.

"Well," he says slowly, licking his lips as if thinking hard. "You know I love it when you're on top."

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"I do," she tries to keep from blushing but it's a losing battle. "Anything else?"

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He hasn't meant to make her blush. And there are a lot of things he can think of that he might want to try...but not now, and he can't articulate them. And this is enough for him. More than enough.

"No," he whispers with a slight smile. "Whatever else you want to do."

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"I have to let go of your hands but...you're not going to move them, are you?" She presses her body against his.

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He bites his lip to stifle a grin. "I'll try," he promises, and kisses her again.

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She lifts her hands off of his and skims her fingers down his arms and over his chest. She kneels between his legs and touches his thighs, her sliding up to his waist.

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He swallows and lets out a slow, trembling breath, but he doesn't move his hands.

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Biting her lip slightly, she undoes his shorts and begins trying to pull them down.

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Instinctively, he raises his hands a bit to help her, but remembers and puts them back down on the bed, concentrating to keep them there.

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She smiles and looks down as he obediently keeps his hands away. "Good," she whispers and pulls them off, revealing plaid boxers.

She moves backwards until she feels her feet hit the floor and starts working to take off his shoes.

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He's only wearing sandals, easy to remove, but he's still so unaccustomed to not being able to use his hands and help out. He has to clench them in the bedsheets to keep from moving them.