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[attr="class","illeana i"]his laugh is swallowed up by their connected lips. and when he grins, she slips a little and manages to catch the corner of his mouth. it garners a laugh of her own, cheeks flushed and chest heaving.

he toys with the fabric at her waist and she breaks away for a moment, allowing each of them a little reprieve.

and it's broken easily with the gliding of fingers. he tugs and she flashes a grin, arms rising a moment later. she tries to pepper kisses to his lips, cheeks, jaw around the pulling of fabric, giggling if she misses.

Greyson Connors

this was admittedly weird, yet also comfortable in a way he couldn't express — was this because of their friendship? he breathes heavily as they separate, eyes locked as his fingers fumble with her shirt.

it's not an easy task beneath the surge of adrenaline, and made all the more difficult by her repeated kisses. he laughs along with her, until she's free of the fabric. his is far more pointed, arms crossing at the base of his own shirt and tearing it free in a second.

"room?" he asks in direction, returning his hands to either side of her, warming the cold counter with his touch.

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[attr="class","illeana i"]their shirts easily clutter the floor, his much quicker than hers.

and when his hands return, she feels warmth radiating from the proximity. a grin rises, easy and playful. he asks of her room, of the possibility to take this there. and really, the bed is comfier than the counter...

but she pokes at it anyway, hands running up his chest to circle around his neck.

"not a fan of doing this in the kitchen?" an amused giggle follows but she relinquishes the information anyway. bed sounds nice. "room it is."

she... has to lead the way, doesn't she?

Greyson Connors

"i like comfort - sue me." he teases back. the matter of not knowing where the bedroom is, however, doesn't derail him.
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with a small grunt of effort he picks her up, legs wrapped around his waist, and turns towards the hallway.
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"general directions though would help." he says with a grin, exerting no real effort as he easily carries her down the passage way.

[attr="class","notes"]illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illeana i"]he hoists her up with little effort, guiding her legs to his waist. and as she becomes a little koala against him, he turns toward the hallway.

she laughs, flashing a wide smile. "right, right."

directions are helpful, yes.

"last door on the left," she murmurs. and since she knows he'll find it, she leans in to latch lips onto his neck. peppering little rewards into his skin seems appropriate as he steps closer and closer to the bedroom.

Greyson Connors

"mm." her touch on his neck keeps his thoughts barely together, but he carries her nevertheless.
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when he arrives at the open door, greyson pushes back the hesitation that lingers in the back of mind, pushing through.
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a silent nudge of his foot closes the door behind him, and all but seals the decision. one he would dwell on for days afterwards.

[attr="class","notes"]illeana reyes

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