Her skin flushes where his lips make contact. She sighs, alcohol and hunger encouraging her to cut loose and melt beneath his touch. He manages to unlock one of her sensitive spots almost immediately, with a brush of her hair over one shoulder and careful attention to the curve of her neck turning her soft.

Gods, and the way he says her name. Her sighs turn to soft groans and she responds positively to the path his hand follows down her frame. With one caught up in her hair, the other travels down, only to be met as a pair in order to squeeze and lift her onto the table. She is set down with a thud, and she glances back to find the once cluttered table is now cleared.

She smirks.

"Smooth." She hums, amused. "C'mere."

Slowly, the woman begins to wrap both legs around him to pull him closer.

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his lips passed over her windpipe, feeling the buzzing vibrations of her soft sounds through his kiss. his hands continued to knead a moment, and he growled again hungrily.

”yes, ma’am.”

he pushed against her, and soon, his hand was reaching for the button under her navel, or whatever he might find there. either way, the pants were evidently his first goal.

Remi Cassel

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Quick exhales and clumsy fingers, numb with urgency and dulled senses pluck at her pant button. She takes over, hand covering his own, though hers are far clumsier, to unfasten and unzip.

Flattering lace decorates her hip, nothing fancy, but nothing to sniff at. She hadn't planned for anything, necessarily, but hadn't left herself underdressed. Both a little and a lot of thought went into her outfit, clearly.

Remi places his hand at her hip, and her own lips find the roughness of his jaw.

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he enjoyed her affections along his jawline, allowing her to take over for a moment, and chuckling at the way her hands fumbled. when restrictions were undone, however, control was his again.

he straightened and took a step back, taking hold and raising legs to trace fingers up the backs of thighs and hook thumbs behind knees. he discarded her shoes, and then, drawing close again and taking her up in one arm, he pulled down pants with the other. they, too, fell to the floor.

cradling her back from between her legs, his touch brushed light along the soft skin at the edge of her shirt, and then crept further down.

Remi Cassel

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Together, they are practiced even if they are both playing into familir roles that have not yet been memorized between each other. Their clumsiness comes only from this being their first dance. Remi lets teeth graze skin, soft exhales a sign of her satisfaction as warm hands brush against exposed skin.

She leans into him, allowing him the control he seeks, willing to be bent for the sake of pleasure.

Remi brushes her nose against his cheek, drawn in by his closeness and the heat shared between them. She exhales, anticipating his touch and his attention, her eyes half-lidded but never straying from his face. His attention is lingering, but too soft. With a nudge of her knee and one hand now wrapping around his where it trails further down, she encourages him to be rougher.

"You don't have to be gentle."

virgil roach

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the way she looked at him was appetizing. she nudged, spurring him on, pushing for more. so, he gripped flesh with the hand at her backside, taking firm hold with an unspoken promise to deliver.

but he wanted to hear it.

”no?”

only to tease, he lowered towards the ground, breathing warm over lace. his teeth found a thigh, but then he raised again, and curled down towards her ear, breathing at her neck.

”why don’t you tell me how you want it, then?”

Remi Cassel

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The squeeze is painful, but her response betrays only anticipation and excitement. Her fingers squeeze, one grips the edge of the table and the other his hand - but not to stop him, no.

No, she is a guide, following him down where he plunges. Teeth mark her skin, pinching to bruise, to bring panic, pain. Remi sucks in a sharp breath, heartbeat quickening. Her hunger grows ravenous, temptation and lust kicked into overdrive.

The warmth he offers is quick to fade, however, replaced with teasing. He breathes against her ear now, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against her neck. It makes her chuckle, but she does what is asked; whispering seductions into his ear. Her accent is thicker, slurred by lack of delicacy.

"I like it rough, love. With your hand here, and the other.. here."

She guides him, encouraging him to squeeze. She isn't delicate, not some pretty flower to be handled with care.

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he could work with that.

her hands guided him further, showing him where to focus. he squeezed, feeling, curling fingers as though she were a stress ball.

”mmm.”

she was hardly a flower, no, although she did smell nice. his hands gripped and lifted her up again, this time flipping her like a delicious porterhouse, before lowering for dinner.

Remi Cassel

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He listens, follows direction, and leans into her reciprocating touch. She gasps, legs wrapping around to pull him closer. Something falls off the desk and breaks, but she doesn't give it another thought.

The room fades away until all that exists is the two of them.

virgil roach

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