[ this was... pleasant. right? laying back in the blankets with a man with the blankets up over her form to hide her likely too-thin form. as easy as it would be to leave away the blankets and simply relax against him, the alcohol has worn off a bit and she's starting to get anxious and nervous again.
randy lifts the covers over her mouth, turning her gaze onto him, wide doe eyes staring at him. she tries to hide the slight smile over her lips with the blanket, pulling the comforter to her nose. about now, that's all she thinks she can manage, having a strong feeling her stutter will make an appearance soon. ]
[Casey felt it was very pleasant. The lights were on low, it was relaxing. The alcohol wasn't so much there anymore, he felt less drunk, and more awake than before. He pulls the sheets to his waist, it was too warm.
He watches her, his brown eyes meeting her wide eyes. He smiles softly, he could tell she was hiding her face, and he tilts his head.] You're a bit of a mystery.
[ she shifts to her side, bony hip slightly uncomfortable in the mattress. the night was so easily too much fun, and randy wasn't quite sure she was all right with such things. true, it is necessary for her to break the mould once in a while, but she isn't very good with drastic changes. still a bit punch-drunk on their night, she doesn't think she'll mind much until morning.
his expression is interesting to her, and she might want to study it a moment longer in silence. pulling the blanket down as not to muffle her voice from the already quiet tone and volume, she says, ]
[ her cheeks would flare, but they're already a bit pink from exerting so much. she simply shakes her head, lifting her chin just a bit to ask her question. ]
You're the m-mystery, C-Casey. There were other op-opportunities f-for someone b-better.
I think it does work for me. [Casey looks over at him, and he can't help but laugh himself. It was good to laugh after equally good sex. He rolls onto his back, his hand slipping under his head.]
Someone comes into your shop for a willy-shaped cake, and they end up with... [He smirks and shakes his head, stretching out.] It's sort of a brilliant strategy, actually.
And they end up in my bed, naked and sexy? Almost never. [Casey pulled the sheets over their bodies, still smiling at Ashley. Casey ran his fingertips along Ashley's chest.] I'm an excellent baker, and great at sculpting penises with fondant.
Mm... well, of course, that's a marvelous life skill to have. [Ash laughs and rolls onto his side, rubbing a leg against Casey's.] I'm surprised it doesn't pay off more often.
Well... [Ash leans into him, sliding a hand up his arm, languidly kissing his shoulder.] They come for the novelty, stay for the, uh... flavor, as it were. Am I right?
And I hope it was worth breaking your professional code of conduct over, then. [He chuckles, fingers grazing over the marks his nails have already made on Casey's back.]
[Casey scoots closer, his hand gently stroking Ashley's back and bum. He laughs again, he liked that they laughed. It was always good.] You can put it that way. Oh, god that is too funny.
More than worth it. [Casey gives a soft hum, he can feel the scratch marks, and they feel very nice. He leaned in, and kissed Ash very softly, his lips lingering.] I hope you're satisfied.
Mm-hmm. [He sighs as Casey's hand drifts south, shifting a bit into the touch, hitching his leg over Casey's.] Now you'll never look at your penis cakes the same way, I bet.
[He smiles into the kiss, returning it lightly.] I don't know... I wouldn't say satisfied, no. [He glances up, eyes glittering.] Not yet, no.
[Casey's hand trails along the outside of Ashley's thigh once he hooked over his leg. His trails trail along his skin softly.] I bet you won't either.
Oh no, not satisfied? I should something about that, shouldn't I? [Casey returned that look of Ashley's. His hand ran along his lover's torso, up and down, caressing his body.]
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randy lifts the covers over her mouth, turning her gaze onto him, wide doe eyes staring at him. she tries to hide the slight smile over her lips with the blanket, pulling the comforter to her nose. about now, that's all she thinks she can manage, having a strong feeling her stutter will make an appearance soon. ]
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He watches her, his brown eyes meeting her wide eyes. He smiles softly, he could tell she was hiding her face, and he tilts his head.] You're a bit of a mystery.
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his expression is interesting to her, and she might want to study it a moment longer in silence. pulling the blanket down as not to muffle her voice from the already quiet tone and volume, she says, ]
O-only a bit?
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Yes. You're mysterious. You're soft and quiet, Randy. An a good kisser too.
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You're the m-mystery, C-Casey. There were other op-opportunities f-for someone b-better.
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I remain a professional almost always. Except when I gave you my number. You were too sexy not to try.
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And I hope it was worth breaking your professional code of conduct over, then. [He chuckles, fingers grazing over the marks his nails have already made on Casey's back.]
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More than worth it. [Casey gives a soft hum, he can feel the scratch marks, and they feel very nice. He leaned in, and kissed Ash very softly, his lips lingering.] I hope you're satisfied.
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[He smiles into the kiss, returning it lightly.] I don't know... I wouldn't say satisfied, no. [He glances up, eyes glittering.] Not yet, no.
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Oh no, not satisfied? I should something about that, shouldn't I? [Casey returned that look of Ashley's. His hand ran along his lover's torso, up and down, caressing his body.]
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