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[thinkmemad]

Harper, covered by a long coat, approached Owen's house. It was time for an actual modeling session and who was she to turn down the request of her boyfriend? So, she had put on a new dress and headed over, knocking on the door.

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[o_woeisme]

Owen had just given Baxter a bath. This would be an unrelated event if it weren't for the fact that Baxter had also gotten him absolutely soaked in the process. So it was that he opened the door, still dripping a little, looking not all that amused by the fact.

"... Hi. Sorry, I- I'd just given Baxter a bath, I'd kiss you but..." he shrugged, a little grumpy.

[thinkmemad]

"I can reapply lipstick," Harper said, kissing him quickly as she stepped in. She tried to hide her amusement with a frown of her own.

"Want me to dry you off?"

[o_woeisme]

He sighed, giving her a small, pouty nod. How could he say know to that? "Yes, please."

[thinkmemad]

Harper took his hands and quietly tugged him upstairs, into his room, but not before she grabbed a towel from the hallway closet along the way.

She tugged at his wet shirt first, gently drying him off from head to waist.

[o_woeisme]

He blinked. Sometimes he wondered how aware she was of the effect she had on him.

"Just, uh. Stay there," he said. He approached her, and, instead of pulling out his sketchbook, he rested a knee on the chair and swept forward to pull her into a hungry kiss.

[thinkmemad]

Some days, more than others. Today, she was somewhat surprised.

"Alright."

She kissed him back, holding his face tenderly, sitting back on her bare heels.

[o_woeisme]

He sighed into the kiss, closing his eyes and slowly moving his lips. "Sorry," he whispered. "Couldn't help myself."

[thinkmemad]

"Does it look like I'm arguing?" Harper replied softly, pressing her full lips against his ear.

[o_woeisme]

Owen stood up on his knees, his hands going to the zipper. He slowly tugged at it, doing his best to keep this steady pace. He kissed the nape of her neck

[thinkmemad]

Harper shivered at his touch, her face already somewhat flushed from all of this.

[o_woeisme]

He smiled, hands sneaking just under the fabric of her dress to touch her waist, kissing her shoulder again.

[thinkmemad]

She smiled and slowly pulled the dress off, revealing her smooth, pale, and bare back. Also notable was her particularly skimpy lace underwear.

[o_woeisme]

Owen pulled her closer, kissing her back with fervor. He was trying not to seem too impatient.

[thinkmemad]

Harper, with an idea in mind, paused the kiss to kneel behind him, her chest pressed against his back, lips under his ear, kissing him there like he did her.

[o_woeisme]

He breathed in, surprised though not protesting. He bit his lip, unsure of what she was doing. "Harper?"

[thinkmemad]

"Shhh," she hushed softly into his ear.

Her fingers trailed over his chest, teasingly, until they reached the front of his jeans.