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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:14:17 GMT -5
He swallowed a little roughly and nodded. He took the bottle, taking a heavy gulp or three.
This whole thing was probably a really, really bad idea.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:18:48 GMT -5
Once she had closed the door to her bedroom, she hastily removed her clothing and switched her plain bra and underwear to a matching red lacy set. Something she had bought herself ironically for Christmas. Then she slipped on a short black silk robe and opened the door dramatically.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:22:03 GMT -5
Tyler in the meantime had taken another few shots of vodka, feeling it in his head. As soon as he saw Rose, though, it all rushed straight to his loins. "Holy Jesus..."
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:25:18 GMT -5
((Juuuust realized all three characters I'm currently playing are drunk as skunks.))
She sauntered toward him, managing not to trip over anything. "It IS his birthday tomorrow..." She stood in front of him and took his hand in hers, trying to pull him onto his feet
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:27:26 GMT -5
((Haha, LOVE IT! Maybe it's a sign you oughta' bust out a bottle  )) He smirked at her, pulling her onto his lap instead. "Could we not talk about our Lord and Savior when I'm about to do unspeakable and unholy things to you?" |
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:29:29 GMT -5
((LOL I'm good. Got my hot chocolate here, that's all I need.))
"You're the one who brought him up, but okay," she replied, straddling him. "Y'know, my bed is much bigger. And warmer."
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:30:38 GMT -5
((Haha, mm hot chocolate!))
He nodded, kissing her as he stood up, carrying her like before. "You got it, baby."
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:34:01 GMT -5
She held onto him tightly, her kisses sloppy and hungry. The lights were off in her room, and she made no move to turn them on.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:36:14 GMT -5
He carried her to the bed, laying her down and leaning over her, kissing her deeply, using his teeth and tongue.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:38:34 GMT -5
Her hands immediately found the hem of his henley shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Even in her drunken haze, she knew a good body when she saw one. And this one was a great body.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:39:32 GMT -5
His hand moved to cup her breast over that lacy thing she called a bra. "Fuck, yer sexy, baby..."
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:44:44 GMT -5
She laughed as she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them off. She didn't know why she laughed, though. She was drunk.
Once his pants were down to his knees, she cupped him through his boxers, an almost evil glint in her eyes.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:46:00 GMT -5
He groaned, arching against her hand, and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. His hand slid behind her back to unclip her bra, tearing it away and tossing it aside. Then his mouth latched onto her breast hungrily.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 21:48:10 GMT -5
"Oh, yes," she moaned loudly, moving her hand to take her panties off quickly. Then she hooked her thumb in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. With a shaky finger, she stroked along the length of him.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 21:50:23 GMT -5
He groaned against her skin, growing even harder against her touch. "Fuck, Rose...I--shit, I need ya, baby..."
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