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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 0:55:52 GMT -5
Zippy didn't know what that meant. She walked around the attic, being nosy and looking at all the junk that was stored up here. She eventually found a bunch of candles and lit a few of them up to set the mood.
That helped. A little.
Partially satisfied, Zippy headed back over to David, taking a seat next to him. "It's freezing up here, Dave. Maybe we should just wait until tomorrow when Les is at school and everyone's at work?"
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 0:59:23 GMT -5
He pulled as many blankets as he could out, setting them on the cot. He sat on the mattress, glancing over at her, looking a little crestfallen. "You...don't want to."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:22:44 GMT -5
"I do want to! Badly." She figured he was ready to get it over with, so she shut up. She made a deal with herself that if she had any spare money EVER it would be to rent them a fancy hotel room. She leaned forward and kissed him, willing her body and mind to adjust and just take him in.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:24:09 GMT -5
He could feel that her heart wasn't in it, and he pulled out of the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. "Tell me what you're thinking, Zip. Please?" He held her arms gently.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:28:40 GMT -5
"It's just- we're in a freezing cold, dusty attic. How am I supposed to feel sexy up here?" Zippy replied, frowning and reaching for him. Touching him was nice though. He was warm and smelled great.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:30:35 GMT -5
He pressed his lips to the side of her jaw, thumbs rubbing down her arms. "I think you're sexy, no matter what, Zip...but if you don't want to--to be with me...I understand." Or he was at least trying to.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:35:07 GMT -5
One look in those blue eyes, and Zippy was sold. He was frickin' perfect. She grabbed the sides of his face and took him in for a deep and passionate kiss, her tongue tasting him eagerly. She pulled him down on top of her, his body warmth warming her up in more way than one.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:38:57 GMT -5
David shifted to hold himself up over her, kissing her back deeply. She tasted like wine and something that was all her. He loved that taste. He pressed his hips against hers carefully, letting out a soft groan.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:42:09 GMT -5
Zippy's head was on a pillow, one that she noted was a helluva lot better than the one she used downstairs. She had one hand in David's hair, and the other was at his waist. Just feeling his weight on top of her was turning her on, and she had forgotten about the cold.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:45:38 GMT -5
He held himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to trail along her side, then over the front of her blouse. He pulled out of the kiss to ask, a little breathlessly, "Can I--can I take this off..?" He gestured at her blouse.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:49:00 GMT -5
She smiled at him, with both amusement and bliss, and nodded. "Allow me," she said, unbuttoning her blouse quickly and revealing her undergarments.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:52:50 GMT -5
He swallowed roughly, watching her. His hand carefully slid behind her back, taking off her bra. He tossed it aside, his eyes on her chest. He leaned down slowly, taking one breast in his mouth, testing the waters.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 1:56:01 GMT -5
Zippy gasped twice. Once for the chill that overcame her body as her breasts were exposed to the attic air, and twice when David's mouth connected with them. An anticipated sensation began to arise between Zippy's legs, inspiring her to reach for David's pants (screw his shirt) and unfasten the buckle.
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Post by David on Dec 3, 2011 1:58:57 GMT -5
He shifted his hips instinctively, wanting to be touched. His tongue flicked across her nipple, eyes lifting to watch her face for a reaction. He had no idea what he was doing, but he hoped she was liking it.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 3, 2011 2:03:56 GMT -5
This was taking too long. She wanted to feel him- all of him, now. She took his face in her hands again, forcing him to look at her.
"Take off your clothes," She ordered, not wanting to sacrifice any more of her precious time with him playing these games, although she had a feeling he'd want to take things slow. And they still could- she just wanted him naked when they did it.
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