*is not one to judge* Hai thar bb <3stonecoldfrostNovember 14 2011, 23:58:36 UTC
[She's very much naked, the sheets kicked away in place of using Tom as her personal blanket. She has his arm pulled across her middle as she lays on her side and moans in protest when the blanket starts to talk however quietly.]
We can recover one step at a time. Or... tag.. something... concussive_mickNovember 15 2011, 00:11:46 UTC
[He surreptitiously checks under the sheet over his waist and finds himself naked. Not surprising, but just checking. His head lifts and he inspects the room, not seeing hide nor hair of their clothing. In his hungover haze, he was spotty on the previous night's events.
But then again, Tom was realizing that there was a hot blonde next to him. His hand slid up her torso, unashamedly copping a feel]
Yes, yes... tag... something... >.>stonecoldfrostNovember 15 2011, 00:18:04 UTC
[The moan of protest turned into one of approval as she arched to press her breast against his hand, still lingering on the edges of sleep just enough that she was reacting with instinct first and not her mind for once.
But then the Irish accent started to penetrate the cloud of slumber and her eyes snapped open as she glanced down to find a hand that she knew and recognised but not in this context.]
Morning...
[Emma wasn't often one to forget what had happened the night before, but in this case it was taking her a little longer to recover the memories.]
Never said I wasn't grateful to see you, dear. Just surprised.
[But it was hard to resist the hand on her breast, and even the memories that were starting to trickle back through her mind reminded her that there was nothing about last night that hadn't been enjoyed.
She pressed back against him, nudging at his mind just a little to find out how much the Irishman remembered. A hand slid from the pillow to reach behind them, tugging at the sheet so that she could grip his ass with no barrier.]
So I take it hangovers don't interfere with your ability to perform?
[Tom remembered showing up at her place for some reason - likely boredom, since that's the only reason Tom did anything. He remembered they talked. He remembered a lot of wine. And from there, he remembered he had a really good time, but what he'd done, he couldn't have told her.
Then again, he's not really paying attention to that. Instead, he's leaning over her frame, his hand dropping away from her breast to slide along her side, down over her hip, and to the back of her knee. He hitched her leg up, then brushes his lips over her shoulder]
[She arched under him, allowing herself to be moved for the moment. Her hand stayed on his ass, giving it a squeeze as she gave him a lopsided smile. Her eyelids were already becoming hooding again but this time it was with arousal, a flush racing across her porcelain skin and covering her whole body.
It was true, what happened the night before had been the night before. And now she found that instead of kicking this man out she was letting him stay. His hands were certainly distracting enough for her to be curious about how this would go now they were both sober.]
Never. Besides, morning sex has always been a personal favourite of mine. For future reference...
[The hand at the back of her knee trails back down her thigh, then he drops his hand to the mattress, catching the crook of her knee on his forearm. The other hand pulled blonde hair away from her neck, and Tom then nipped along her shoulder]
[She turned her head to give him better access. Blue eyes closed briefly as she bit back a moan and let her hand trail up over the firm curve of his ass to brush over his spine and reacquaint itself with how his muscles moved under his skin.
She smirked faintly, huffing out a laugh that soon turned into a moan that couldn't be held back.]
I'm not the maid, darling. You want breakfast you can do it yourself. The most you'll ever get out of me is coffee and perhaps an omelette if you're really good.
[His hand slid up into her hair, tugging softly. His body readjusted, Tom using his hand against the mattress and his elbow to push up and over her just that little bit more. One leg crossed over hers, and he lined up against her sex]
Like I'd eat anythin' y'cooked.
[His mouth was against her ear, and it was a brief moment that he let his forehead rest against her temple, his fingers circling around his cock. He gave one good stroke, then lined up, teasing the head along her cleft, just long enough to make himself ache. Without further ado, he pushed into her, inch by slow inch, a rumbling groan sounding against her ear]
[Her manicured nails scraped down over his back in retaliation for the comment, but her lips soon parted in a low moan as he buried himself inside her. She stilled as her body adjusted to his size, her free hand moving to the back of his neck before her fingers pushed up into his hair to grip at the short strands.
She gave them a tug, turning her head back towards his as she caught his bottom between her teeth and bit down before sucking on it.]
[A groan turned to growl as she scratched down his back, and Tom smirked at her before she went at his lip. Pain from her tugging his hair met with the pain of her teeth against his lip, and Tom drew his hips back, slamming forward into her with every ounce of strength his hips could muster.
He leaned down and kissed her roughly, the hand fisted into her hair sliding around her head so that he could cup her jaw, turning her face up that little bit more toward his. His kiss was by no means gentle, his tongue forcing into her mouth, tangling against hers.
It was then that a vague memory of the night before came back, and he distinctly remembered expending all his energy fucking her raw. He pulled back from the kiss, his arm looping tightly around her waist, and Tom flipped them over so she was on top of him, all ready for reverse cowgirl, if she so chose.]
[It was probably any wonder Emma could move as it was this morning, but it also seemed to be the best cure to be starting up something all over again.
In her new position she didn't waste any time in fondling her own breasts, sweeping her hands up her torso to cup them as she gave them a squeeze and started to rock her hips. She clenched her inner muscles tightly around his cock, increasing the friction as she lifted up and then slammed down.
Clearly this was never going to be gentle, even the morning after. She leaned back, thrusting her chest into the air as her hands planting themselves on the bed.]
[His hands went to her hips when she moved, fingers kneading into the muscles there, but they didn't stay still for long. One hand coasted up her back, along her spine, then back down again, circling over her ass. When she leaned back, his hand moved over her hip and between her legs, his middle finger circling over her clit in the barest of touches.
His head tipped down, watching as she shifted against his cock, a low, dangerous growl sounding from his chest]
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Annnd there's Emma.]
Fuck, I spen' th'night.
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But then again, Tom was realizing that there was a hot blonde next to him. His hand slid up her torso, unashamedly copping a feel]
Mornin'.
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But then the Irish accent started to penetrate the cloud of slumber and her eyes snapped open as she glanced down to find a hand that she knew and recognised but not in this context.]
Morning...
[Emma wasn't often one to forget what had happened the night before, but in this case it was taking her a little longer to recover the memories.]
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Aw, that quick an' y'ain' grateful t'see me. I'm hurt.
[His palm slid small circles across her nipple before his hand covered over her breast once more]
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[But it was hard to resist the hand on her breast, and even the memories that were starting to trickle back through her mind reminded her that there was nothing about last night that hadn't been enjoyed.
She pressed back against him, nudging at his mind just a little to find out how much the Irishman remembered. A hand slid from the pillow to reach behind them, tugging at the sheet so that she could grip his ass with no barrier.]
So I take it hangovers don't interfere with your ability to perform?
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Then again, he's not really paying attention to that. Instead, he's leaning over her frame, his hand dropping away from her breast to slide along her side, down over her hip, and to the back of her knee. He hitched her leg up, then brushes his lips over her shoulder]
Can' say it does. You?
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It was true, what happened the night before had been the night before. And now she found that instead of kicking this man out she was letting him stay. His hands were certainly distracting enough for her to be curious about how this would go now they were both sober.]
Never. Besides, morning sex has always been a personal favourite of mine. For future reference...
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[The hand at the back of her knee trails back down her thigh, then he drops his hand to the mattress, catching the crook of her knee on his forearm. The other hand pulled blonde hair away from her neck, and Tom then nipped along her shoulder]
Gonna need breakfast after this, eh?
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She smirked faintly, huffing out a laugh that soon turned into a moan that couldn't be held back.]
I'm not the maid, darling. You want breakfast you can do it yourself. The most you'll ever get out of me is coffee and perhaps an omelette if you're really good.
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Like I'd eat anythin' y'cooked.
[His mouth was against her ear, and it was a brief moment that he let his forehead rest against her temple, his fingers circling around his cock. He gave one good stroke, then lined up, teasing the head along her cleft, just long enough to make himself ache. Without further ado, he pushed into her, inch by slow inch, a rumbling groan sounding against her ear]
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[Her manicured nails scraped down over his back in retaliation for the comment, but her lips soon parted in a low moan as he buried himself inside her. She stilled as her body adjusted to his size, her free hand moving to the back of his neck before her fingers pushed up into his hair to grip at the short strands.
She gave them a tug, turning her head back towards his as she caught his bottom between her teeth and bit down before sucking on it.]
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[A groan turned to growl as she scratched down his back, and Tom smirked at her before she went at his lip. Pain from her tugging his hair met with the pain of her teeth against his lip, and Tom drew his hips back, slamming forward into her with every ounce of strength his hips could muster.
He leaned down and kissed her roughly, the hand fisted into her hair sliding around her head so that he could cup her jaw, turning her face up that little bit more toward his. His kiss was by no means gentle, his tongue forcing into her mouth, tangling against hers.
It was then that a vague memory of the night before came back, and he distinctly remembered expending all his energy fucking her raw. He pulled back from the kiss, his arm looping tightly around her waist, and Tom flipped them over so she was on top of him, all ready for reverse cowgirl, if she so chose.]
I thin' it's yer turn, beautiful.
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In her new position she didn't waste any time in fondling her own breasts, sweeping her hands up her torso to cup them as she gave them a squeeze and started to rock her hips. She clenched her inner muscles tightly around his cock, increasing the friction as she lifted up and then slammed down.
Clearly this was never going to be gentle, even the morning after. She leaned back, thrusting her chest into the air as her hands planting themselves on the bed.]
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His head tipped down, watching as she shifted against his cock, a low, dangerous growl sounding from his chest]
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