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Post by Jules on Oct 28, 2008 0:52:39 GMT -5
She yelped as she was thrown from the couch to the bed as easily as if she'd been his bag. She landed amongst his new clothing and bounced once or twice before being able to sit up and smile softly at him.
She took the wrist of the hand touching the shirts, and pulled gently so he came forward and she could kiss him. "You know, we could always share."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 1:18:40 GMT -5
Share. Kissing. Again.
Nice feeling.
"Mmm..." He more or less agreed, keeping his lips over hers. "If you stay on your side."
Was he flirting....? Pretty much.
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Post by Jules on Oct 28, 2008 1:36:05 GMT -5
Camilla was surprised. She wouldn't have pegged Jasper for the type and it really didn't matter because it had been way too long. Camilla didn't waste time on making her intentions clear, she fell back on the bed, bringing him with her and slid her hands up his shirt.
She supposed it could be called a little quick, but even when it hadn't been centuries, one night stands had been all she'd known. It was all she knew how to do, since if she waited too long, she unerringly ended up scaring them off.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 2:02:37 GMT -5
In the back of his mind, Jasper thought this might not be a good idea. Their first night together, if things didn't work out that way, it would definitely get awkward. Also, considering their first kiss had been mere minutes ago, this was jumping bases pretty quickly.
But. There those thoughts stayed, in the back of his mind, and he didn't really care. He'd spent far too long without any bodily affection, and he'd forgotten how nice a warm body against his own felt.
And, anyway, coherent thought had left him at the first kiss. He followed her lead and bent over her, his fingers working on her shirt, and his lips on her neck.
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Post by Jules on Oct 28, 2008 2:12:58 GMT -5
Camilla also thought about the bad idea-ness of this. This wasn't a one night stand. He'd be living with her. She couldn't escape him afterwards and there might be an awkwardness if things didn't work out.
But his lips on her neck made her forget where they were and she slid his shirt clean off, then helped him with her own, before attacking his pants. All while kissing him wherever she could reach.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 22:43:26 GMT -5
They were as bad as a couple of hormone-crazed teenagers, tearing at each other's clothing, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. They tumbled into the sheets, his new articles of clothing landing on the floor beside the bed, closely followed by the clothing previously on his body, each hitting the carpet with a soft thud.
His fingers explored every contour of her body, and he felt warm, then hot, from the inside out, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
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