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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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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.

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She slips off the sandals and is inwardly amused at how hard it is for him to not move.

She rests her hands on his ankles and slowly begins moving up his legs, feeling the muscles move under her fingertips.

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He swallows and leans his head back into the pillow. "You sure I can't move?" he whispers, half-teasingly.

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"Positive," She now has to kneel on the edge of the bed to continue her upward progress.

"I think you'll like this," she kisses his thigh.

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He shivers, and laughs breathlessly. "I think you're probably right."

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His laughter makes her shiver and she feels her nipples harden as she plans her next move.

The look she gives him is more lustful than innocent and she kisses the skin above the waistband of his boxers, her hands inching them off.

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That look drives everything else out of his mind, and he raises his hands to help her pull the boxers off, forgetting himself.