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inception - ariadne

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There's sand in my popcorn.

[ A slight shrug, and she dumps the handful before setting the bucket aside. She seems to have not noticed the fact that she's wearing makeup, a short red dress, or fishnets. Instead, she's acting like it's a totally normal day. And it is. It's just... sexier than usual. ]

I guess I shouldn't be eating popcorn before lunch anyway. I'll pick some more up later; hopefully it'll be sand-free.

((ooc: Feel free to reply to her post or to bump into her out and about; she'll be buying herself some popcorn and doing a few other things before heading home. Also this is why I shouldn't write posts at 2 am.))

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[As if it isn't a regular occurrence that George can't keep his hands off her for too long. He's just going to start tugging her towards the bedroom before she discards his towel completely. It's a bit chilly out here, after all.]

[ That might be why the curse is accepting it so readily. She's more than willing to follow him, having completely forgotten about showing off to everyone else (for now) and the fact that there's sand popping up all over the City. ]

[Don't worry, darling. They'll be plenty of opportunities to show off all day. His hands find the waistband of her stockings and starts inching them down and they make for the bedroom.]

[ Oh, wonderful. That said-- ]

Careful with those.

[ And the dress, for that matter, though she wouldn't really mind if anything else got a bit damaged. ]

Worried?

[They've reached the bedroom and he doesn't waste any time backing her up against the wall. He drops to his knees so he can slowly start rolling the fishnets down off her legs, kissing as he goes.]

They're the only pair I have.

[ Why is that, again? She knows she doesn't wear them usually, but she looks good in them. Oh, well. At least he's taking care -- and kissing down her legs, too. A hand slides into his hair, stroking. ]

[He rolls them down to her ankles before he makes his way back up, kissing up her thighs until he reaches those black panties. He plays with them a moment, slipping his fingers underneath to feel the skin of her hipbone.]

These are certainly new.

[ There's a shiver, the hand in his hair tightening for a moment. Curse or no curse, this was a great idea. ]

They're sort of flimsy. Not very practical, but they work under the dress.

[ Not the sort of thing she usually buys or wears, not that any of this is. ]

[Makes it a little extra special, the fact that this is out of the ordinary. He lets his hand drift to her centre under her panties and starts teasing her with his finger. They can stay on for the moment.]

[ All of it is out of the ordinary, but at least when she looks back at this part, she won't have complaints. Her hips shift, trying to get him to be a little less of a tease. ]

Like them?

Oh yes.

[Alright, then. He uses both hands to slide them down just low enough. He kisses along the inside of her thighs again, feeling her muscles twitch under his lips, before he starts teasing her entrance with his mouth.]

[ Oh, god. The noise that just came out of her mouth wasn't quite a whimper, but it was definitely high-pitched. ]

Keep doing that.

[ Or more of it. Or something. ]

[Don't worry, he has no intention of moving. His hands are gripping her hips firmly as he sees how many more of those noises he can get out of her.]

[ A lot. A lot is the answer. He's holding her there and she's squirming anyway, tugging at his hair and mewling. Luckily Biscuit knows better than to interrupt. ]

[Just hearing her make noises like that is enough motivation for him to do this more often. One slides up a little further, feeling the skin of her waist.]

[ Right now she's considering returning the favor and rather liking the idea. It's not every day she's wearing lipstick; might as well put it to good use. ]

[All the more reason for him to speed up, adding a finger while he's at it.]/small>

[ That's enough for her to groan, head falling back against the wall. ]

I think you're enjoying this too much.

[ Not that he should stop. ]

I thought enjoyment was the point to this, love.

[If you didn't want him to stop, you shouldn't have forced him to have a witty comeback...]

[ nooooo ]

It is.

[ But, since he's paused anyway... ]

Come here.

[He uses the wall to pull himself back up and leans his forehead in against hers. He's breathing heavily, and she's going to feel something very insistently poking her in the stomach.]

[ She kisses him first, though it's more of a brush of her lips than anything. Hands go to his hips to try and turn him around, swapping places so that he's the one against the wall. ]

[Oh course if she wants to take the lead he's not going to object. He slides his hands under her dress to slip it up and over her head.]

[ It's not what she was expecting, but she lets it happen. Her fishnets are kicked off the rest of the way (so much for being gentle), though the panties are slid back up as she slides down. ]

[Oho. Well then. He lets his head fall back against the wall as he waits for what she's about to do.]

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