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[evocation]

[If he didn't get there in the next few seconds, she was going to, so she just grins, slipping out of the straps.]

A while. Just, uh... you know. I was nervous.

[She takes his hand, guides it to cup her breast again. Something about his callused fingers against soft skin is a total turn on, and she leans into the contact, encouraging.]

But I'm not now.

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If you were, I'd tell you to audition for the movies.

[ Both his hands are on her tits, even if she's only moved one there--just try to keep him away, Kyna. And he's kissing her, for good measure, not actually over the fact that he can. It could've been like this weeks ago, but it wasn't, and if it is now, he's going to get as much in as he can before things fall apart.

(Things always fall apart eventually when you're Sam Drake.)

She's gorgeous, exactly as soft and warm as he remembers from the semiplatonic version of this, and kissing her hard is the perfect counterpoint. One of his hands ends up drifting downward, curling around her hips so he can pull her in closer against him. His mouth's still nearly on hers when he takes a moment to breathe and murmur ]

Hey, uh, let's--

[ Even he knows better than to say I'll fingerbang you on my lap some other time, you wanna lie down? Jerking his head back to the rest of her bed'll have to do. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna, meanwhile, is determinedly not thinking about this falling apart. Things always fall apart for her, but when has she ever given anyone an actual chance? And maybe this won't work, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world, and there's no way she's going to make sure it fails by self-sabotaging.

Right now, it's perfect, and that's all she cares about. He kisses her, and she doesn't bother to hide that shiver of anticipation. He pulls her hips closer, and she lets out a quiet, needy sound against his lips. When he breaks the kiss, she's breathless again, fingers of one hand combing through his hair. Right, right. His pants are still on, and she wants that to not be a thing anymore.]

Yeah. Uh, lay back.

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Lay back, huh?

[ It comes out a tease with a Cheshire Cat grin, but there's something else in his touch, just this side of indescribable. Appreciative, maybe, and a little bump to the whole aroused thing, without much awareness on his part--if his feelings are telling on the fact that he likes being told what to do, he doesn't notice or particularly care. Too busy, maybe, toeing off his shoes and stretching out on her bed, arms folded behind his head. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna notices, and she's absolutely filing it away for reference. When he lays back, she pauses for a second just to take him in, memorize the image, admiring. Then, she gets off, sliding her underwear over her hips and reaching for his belt.]

Lift up your hips.

[And when he does, it's a simple thing to pull his pants off.]

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[ There's a moment or two when there's no blue glow, no sense of what she's feeling, as she backs off and strips down. It feels empty, suddenly, to see her without touching her. It's like going back to stolen Playboys after getting his hand up a girl's skirt--the appeal's still there, but it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi.

This might ruin be ruining him for regular sex. At the moment, he couldn't give less of a damn, as long as the next minute or two ends with her on the bed with him, ideally with his mouth on one of her breasts. All he wants right about now is to get her close and keep her there and see if he can make her scream.

So as soon as he's helped her get his jeans off, peeling off his socks while he's at it, he's reaching for her. ]

C'mere. Looks like I got some more exploring to do.

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[She misses it, too. It's like a void, and so as soon as he's naked, she's climbing back on top of him, straddling his legs again. Her hands graze up his thighs, slowly moving toward his cock as she laughs, softer this time, at the exploring joke.]

Should I wear a sexy pirate costume next time?

[And there, finally, is a little tinge of nervousness and vulnerability. It's a casual, joking way of sussing out if he's up for a next time, if this is a one and done.

Not that she'll stop either way at this point.]

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[ He can't remember the last time sex felt like this, wanting everything at once, not knowing where to start. (Not not knowing, he's not having intercourse-based amnesia here, but--indecision? Sexy indecision? When the hell's the last time he felt that?) Kyna sitting on top of him with her slender fingers wrapped around his cock, blowing him, fucking him--but on the other hand, getting her flat on the mattress and his face between her tits or buried in her pussy. Hell, screwing up against a wall, he's not about to throw his back out holding her up.

They might be here all afternoon, at this rate. For now, though, he's got his hands on her legs, watching her with wolfish affection. ]

You, uh, got a sexy pirate costume?

[ Because hell, he's not the least bit opposed, but don't go shopping on his account. Unless it's for more sexy lingerie, that'd be fine. ]

I gotta tell you, that's booty I'd plunder.

[evocation]

[Sexy indecision is a good word for it. She's wondering if she should jerk him off a bit first, maybe sit on his face, but then he hits her with that line and her hand stops at the base of his shaft and she bursts out laughing.]

I was going to find one, but if that's the shit I'd have to hear while I'm wearing it, I take it back.

[But hey, he didn't correct her on the "next time" so maybe they'll have plenty of chances to run through their wish lists, stupid jokes included.]

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I dunno. We tell everyone there's a gas leak in Red Wings, close up shop, I bend you over the pool table?

[ There's a flickering sound to his voice, like he's a little distracted--but look, you got a beautiful girl with her fingers wrapped around your stiff-as-a-starched-shirt cock, it's maybe going to split your attention some.

He doesn't usually talk this much when he's got his clothes off. There's always something else he wants to do with his mouth, and even now, that's true. But he can't seem to stop joking with Kyna, doesn't even really mind that it means they're just sitting here, screwing around, when they could be sitting here and screwing around. It just feels right, somehow, like they just fell into this. ]

Might be good. 'Specially in a pirate costume.

[evocation]

[It does feel perfect, like they've got all the time in the world. Besides, dragging this out will only make it better once they actually get to the fucking part. For now, Kyna gives him a slow, lazy stroke, smile turning mischievous. She wants to spend a while teasing him, getting him all worked up. Maybe she can get a little begging out of him.]

Oh, you've got a list of things you want to do to me, huh? Tell me.

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And ruin the surprise?

[ He's gotta keep some of the mystery here, especially if her plans involve the world's slowest handjob. There's impatience already bleeding through his skin, but not with much actual annoyance behind it. His grip on her thigh tightens a little. ]

Trust me, I got some ideas. And now I got some ideas with a pirate costume.

[evocation]

[He's right, this will be the world's slowest handjob, at least until one of them gets impatient. Right now, she's savoring his arousal, the way the empathy bond backs up every little physical tell. It's ridiculously hot.]

Okay, okay, fine. Hurry up and kiss me again.

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[ Sam laughs, reaching for her. ]

You want me to kiss you, you're gonna have to come down here.

[ Because as much as he's liking being able to watch her touch him, she's a little out of reach, sitting up there on his thighs--and he's definitely not sitting back up right now. ]

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[She rolls her eyes, but god, he's cute, so she scoots forward, one hand still keeping that slow, teasing rhythm as she leans down to kiss him again.]

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[ There we go. Sam wraps an arm around her, tempted to pull her down beside him--but there's something to be said for the curtain of her hair on either side of her face, falling around them both and tickling at his shoulders. Just adds to the whole experience.

He's groaning into her mouth, starting to lean up into her hand. It'd be easy to relax into it and just let it go on, not to mention tempting--look, getting off is Important--but after all this time, he still wants his hands all over her. So one of them's reaching between her legs, rough fingers stroking experimentally. ]

[evocation]

[Oh, the groan is good, and when his hand slips between her legs, she shivers. Her hips rock forward into his hand, desperate for more friction, and his arousal ratchets up hers until she lets out a quiet, needy moan, her rhythm stuttering before she gets herself under control again. Well, some control, anyway.]

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[ And you know what? They have a good time. Everyone has fun, everyone gets off, and Sam belatedly remembers the condom he shoved in the pocket of his jeans and has to crawl over to the edge of the bed to rifle through his pants pockets.

After everyone's come and the condom's tied off and in the trash and the world is settling into the fuzzy-edged focus of early afternoon, Sam gets an arm around Kyna's waist, pulling her into a loose hug, all so he can bury his face in her hair for a second or two. He radiates satisfaction, a mix of pride and laziness and affection, because anyone who only goes for one deadly sin at a time isn't really working for it. ]

So, whaddaya think? Got time for round two?

[ Because it's definitely going to take a little time before he can get back down to business. ]

[evocation]

[She finds that she's pleasantly surprised when he wraps his arm around her, because cuddling after sex is never something she does. When he breaks that boundary, it's so much easier for her to press close, melting against him as she tries to catch her breath. She's all contentment and lazy happiness and an affection that's far sappier than usual, rapidly creeping away from platonic.

She hums thoughtfully in response, tracing the star on his chest absently.]

I don't have anywhere to be tonight.

[For now, though, she's comfortable, and she doesn't want to move. She's quiet for a second, a bit of that old nervousness leaking through the bond before she finally continues.]

Do you want to stay?

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[ The afterglow's one of the best parts of sex. He's not about to skip it. It's the one time he can lay around and talk about things without getting tripped up by everything that keeps him from saying it normally. Back when he was a kid, talking to one-night stands or friends with benefits--or hell, the occasional hooker--he'd tell them about his plans for his kid brother, or the shit he'd been worried about, or the dreams he'd had of riches and glory. Even when it didn't get too deep, it was a chance to say something, consequence-free.

It's different with Kyna, seeing her all the time and knowing that whatever he says won't just disappear when he puts on his pants again. But it's still comfortable, just being there. He'd kill for a cigarette right about now, but otherwise, it's close to perfect. ]

Don't got work again 'til tomorrow afternoon. Long as I get a shower and a change of clothes before then, I'm set.

[ So that leaves everything wide open for a while. ]

Want me to stick around?

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Yeah, it'd be nice.

[And yes, she absolutely is breaking all of her old rules here, and it's a little scary, but she's pushing through it.]

You're not gonna get all shy when Lance and Amos come back, are you?

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Uh.

[ Shit, they are going to come back, aren't they? There's just a momentary hitch on the surface, but he's got way too much skin touching her skin to get away with it. Hesitation lives underneath the grin in his voice. ]

Since when am I shy?

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Since never.

[She shifts a little closer, settling her head on his chest.]

Does that make you feel weird? That they'll be here?

[withmeinparadise]

[ Which isn't a bad counter to some of those nerves. Lying here, stroking her hair, her cheek over his heart? He could stay like this for a while. ]

They're, uh, maybe not high on my list of people I wanna see when I could be making you shriek. [ Okay, maybe not shriek, but the point stands. ]

[evocation]

[When she feels him start to calm down, she instantly thinks sap. Then, of course, he shatters that idea with his answer. She laughs, giving him a gentle kick.]

Shriek?

[Word choice, Sam.]