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In the end, Valkyrie didn't drink that much, largely due to the fact that Jess had agreed to come home with her. Even if it was just snuggling on the bed she didn't want to miss out on it because she was in a drunken haze. Instead, she got herself slightly buzzed, where she was feeling good with barely lowered inhibitions.

"Not that I'm really into that sort of thing," she said, pulling Jessica into the cottage after her. "But this is our one year anniversary of dating, you know."

Date: 2014-01-06 02:44 am (UTC)
notaparker: ([pb] chin in hand)
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I sort of broke the resolution and did not eat all the pizza, but I think that joke resolutions made before the stroke of midnight don't count, anyway. I ate a fair bit, but in the end I didn't want to be heading back here in a food coma, for all that it could be completely innocent.

I mean. Hopefully not completely, to be frank.

"I am kind of into that sort of thing, so I do know," I say. "I did not actually get you anything except my charming presence, though."

Date: 2014-01-06 09:38 am (UTC)
notaparker: ([pb] more than she looks)
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"I'm a marvel like... that..." I say, getting kind of distracted once there's clothes changing going on and I'm faced with the choice of averting my eyes or looking, which appears to be a genuine option.

I settle on half and half, stopping at the door, looking slightly to the side and putting a hand in front of my eyes.

...the fingers of which may not be entirely closed, this is the compromise I have settled on.

"...so that's how you do it with a shirt still on."

Date: 2014-01-07 07:15 am (UTC)
notaparker: ([pb] more than she looks)
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"Please," I say, before it registers that there were two questions there and it may not be the clearest which of those I was answering just now. It's not like I'm entirely certain, either, it just kind of landed out there. Definitely the first one, the second...

"Um, something to change into would be nice, I mean."

Although it really is an appealing wicked grin she's sporting. Along with... the rest of it. My eyes start to slide down the strap of her tank top and I amke an effort to keep them up. Do I have to do that? I'm doing that.

Date: 2014-01-10 08:39 am (UTC)
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"I will just... slip into something more comfortable," I say, waggling my eyebrows as I back up a bit and then duck out of sight of the doorway to change, although I leave it open so we can still hear each other.

"...that joke probably would've worked better if you weren't the one who just handed me the actual comfy clothing."

Date: 2014-01-11 04:59 am (UTC)
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"That," I say, voice slightly muffled as I pull Valkyrie's t-shirt down over my head, "I can do."

I take a moment to smooth it out. Wearing, as the kids would say on the internet if we had the internet, the gee-eff's t-shirt. I like it. There's a kind of cozy that goes with it that has nothing to do with how comfortable the shirt itself is.

"Alright, let's see, it's kind of..." I step into the doorway, just enough to lean back on it, "head back and there's sort of a leg thing, right?" I draw my foot up the frame some, atlhough I don't know exactly how you do that part and you're not meant to do in yoga pants, besides.

I bet I could get my leg higher than your average starlet, though. Benefit of superhero training.

Date: 2014-01-11 05:18 am (UTC)
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I make a distinct pbbbfft noise, blowing a raspberry with my lips between my tongue, which is about the only response I have to a joking take me now, or at least the only one I can muster immediately. Maybe not the only one I'd like to consider.

"Also, I'm keeping this," I say, taking a couple of steps and then tossing myself lightly onto the bed beside her. "It's my shirt now, sorry."

Date: 2014-01-11 09:39 am (UTC)
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"Valkyrie Cain," I say, a smile hovering around my lips because this is very appreciably nice, and although my heart's thrumming a bit -- I'm thrumming a bit, really, slightly a-quiver -- I remain distinctly unpanicked. I'm in her bed, okay, but being completely certain nothing's about to happen unless I happen it is keeping that at a positive level of excitement.

...mostly. Okay maybe there's still some nerves. This is a new one on me.

"Are you asking me to keep a single item of clothing that was yours but I jokingly claimed at your house? Moving so fast..."

I hope its clear this one is jokes, since I have been the molasses of dating, occasionally.

Date: 2014-01-12 07:28 am (UTC)
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"Sock," I say, because I'm not really processing words really fast right now, there's a whole soft lips on my throat thing happening which is getting really prioritized, head tipping back and kind of arching into it, one hand reflexively tangling in a strap of Valkyrie's tank top. "No, shirt is, um, is fine. Yes."

Date: 2014-01-14 08:08 am (UTC)
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Ears. Who would've thought, ears, right? The neck thing I can kind of understand, even if I can't really process it when it's happening, but why does her mouth by my ear, her voice and breath right against it make me squirm like that? In the good way.

"It's a feature, not a bug," I manage, because the right kind of overloading my brain is... really, really nice, as long as the alarm bells don't start. They have yet to start. All green lights. "I'm liking it," I add, shifting my head around to get my mouth against her earlobe, get a little payback on that.

Date: 2014-01-16 08:01 am (UTC)
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I really want to work on more gasps like that. I mean I might freak out at a certain point when I'm doing the gasping, but I think Valkyrie's limit is higher than mine -- no, scratch that, it definitely is, since she lacks my particular set of issues -- but when it's her, well, continue.

That's a bit tough when I'm getting distracted by her mouth on my neck, again, sliding my hand across her shoulder and up her neck, into her hair, the other on a bared patch of skin on her back where her tank top has ridden up a little. (That might have been me. I say might because I am genuinely unsure.)

"Mmmn," I say, as my coherent and thought-out big brain to this. "That's- yes, that. ...wait, back up a- ah- a word or two."

Date: 2014-01-22 09:06 am (UTC)
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I stay where I am for a moment, hand exactly where it was, Valkyrie's head on my shoulder, scanning the ceiling for hints. It provides none, so I tighten my hold on her back and hook a leg over hers, tangling them enough to get leverage to flip us over so I'm on top of her, looking down at her face, surrounded by a veil of my hair.

I'd had a point to that, but in the process it got kind of lost and I have to take a moment to try and get my brain back.

"...don't," I say, and I'm not even sure what I mean by that. Don't, because I feel like it's a trick. I'm not real, how could you ever?

"Don't do the me thing, with the dodging, and the- you just kind of slipped that one in there. Which was, um, that was thoughtful, actually, so if you're going to swoon I'm not going to ignore it. ...did that make any sense? You're kind of very distracting right now."

Date: 2014-02-02 04:46 am (UTC)
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"Like I said," I say, still looking down at her. Which, to be fair, is only partially me trying to sort this out and also a lot just looking at how good she looks, which is plenty, and makes me kind of hyper aware of the contact going on.

Also that's she's breathing kind of fast. You can tell because of the... breathing. Which is also fascinating to watch.

What was I saying?

"Um," I say, shaking my head. "Thoughtful." See, I don't know if- is she trying to tell me something, here, or is it just what she says? Preparation. To take it as more than that seems very grandiose of me. And if she did, what would I do? Run? Maybe run. I don't particularly want to do that. Especially with the breathing and the contact.

So I do the very well-adjusted thing and take it at face value, and then indicate that I value her face by leaning down and kissing her on the forehead, before bumping it with my own. "Consider me forewarned? My fore is warned."

Date: 2014-02-02 06:02 am (UTC)
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"Oh," I say, taking a deep breath instinctively, the whole breathing situation in general speeding up. I have those issues and all, but at this precise moment with one thing and another I can't quite seem to remember what they were, and there are vastly more interesting things occupying my brain.

Well, I say brain, I don't think that's technically entirely driving the car right now.

"Well," I say, eyes drifting between hers and her lips, wetting my own, "um, maybe willpower can be... a bit overrated...?"

Date: 2014-02-02 06:26 am (UTC)
notaparker: ([pb] more than she looks)
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I start to giggle at how pleased that yesss was but then it turns into a kind of hiccupping sigh because her hands are warm and really nice on my skin and I'm just shifting against them without conscious thought.

"You do," I say, which is kind of nonsensical but goes along with the feels amazing that is happening. I was trying to meet her eyes -- they are also in the amazing category -- but my eyelids were fluttering a little and instead I let them close and kiss her, sliding my hands up her sides, on the warm skin there. Under the tank top, which seems fair.

Date: 2014-02-03 07:42 am (UTC)
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There's a slight noise of frustration, and I'm on the verge of feeling bad -- or kind of, it'd be a kind of surface ripple on all of the good that is currently getting felt -- when I realize it wasn't Valkyrie, because she's making that delightful humming sound against my mouth.

My own hands have shifted up to stop just on her ribcage, just under where she starts to curve. Sort of want to move them, actually. Sort of want her to move hers that she stopped right now. Maybe I'll freak out?

Kind of super-willing to make that bet.

I pull my face fractionally away, sucking on her lower lip as I do just because, and then release it, suck in a breath and venture, "You can... I mean, if you were going to keep going."

Date: 2014-02-09 02:24 am (UTC)
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That feels amazing, hand and mouth both. I'm only slightly conscious of the way my hips are unconsciously shifting against her, because the squirming- add that to the amazing list. I think I'm kind of doing it, too, and gasping a bit. I think she's going to leave a mark.

I think I want her to be leaving a mark.

I also think that if she says I can keep going I'm going to keep going, and push one hand up to slide up to slide over a breast, not really sure what I'm doing -- sure I have them but things being what they are it'd been an entirely functional relationship -- but entirely into figuring it out, exploring how it feels under my hand, stroking and squeezing the soft, solid warmth of her.

Focusing on her keeps the slow small curl of anxiety from sparking into anything I can notice. For right now. Hpefully for a while yet.

Date: 2014-02-10 08:39 am (UTC)
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"That is... yeah," I say, shifting my head to watch her face, the whole arch of her, with what I can only imagine is a kind of lustful wonderment on mine. "Yes," I add, intelligently, still pressing my hand into the warm curve, fingers curling in, relaxing, again, and then wandering across her breast, exploring.

"I have," I say, with a kind of gasped little giggle, as my thumb brushes up against her nipple, "no idea what I'm doing."

I am suddenly deeply committed to working it out, though. I rub my thumb in small circles, still watching her, legs squeezing a bit against her.

Date: 2014-02-12 09:16 am (UTC)
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I should say Are you sure, I think, although she seems pretty sure. So maybe it should be Am I sure, or some other pause to make sure this is proceeding at a pace I'm okay with.

What comes out of my mouth instead is, "God, can I?" with my hands already tugging her tank top up before I've even finished the sentence, which is maybe impolite. It's a little hard to think clearly with her under my hands, though, with her hips shifting against me. There's... friction. There's a whole- I'm very warm, and my brain hasn't stopped me yet, and that's great.

Date: 2014-02-13 08:54 am (UTC)
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"Well, you're great at it," I say, in a marveling kind of murmur. My eyes track down that pretty, pretty flush, resting on a collarbone for a moment before I just stare at her breasts. Just devour them with my eyes, the perfect bared pink-tipped curve of them. I'm suddenly aware that there seems to be more saliva in my mouth than usual, suddenly very conscious of how my tongue feels in my mouth.

I find it pressed briefly to the center of my upper lip and reach out with both hands, still no idea what I'm doing, continuing to be so enraptured as not to worry, pressing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Just to see. "I just want- I really want-" I say, not quite sure of what the end of the sentence is.

To do more before my anxiety meter runs up. No, no, don't consider it. Don't call it up.

Date: 2014-02-17 09:52 am (UTC)
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"God, Valkyrie," I say, because god, Valkyrie, right now, is blowing my mind. I lean forward to kiss her, hard, without moving my hands except to maybe pinch a little more, to work out how far I can go with that. "I mean," I say, resting my forehead on hers, eyes flicking between her eyes and lower, "I hope you're prepared now that I'm going to be groping you all the time."

Date: 2014-03-01 01:43 am (UTC)
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"Willing, yes, prepared... I don't know if it's possible," I say, nuzzling at her throat, just inhaling the scent of her -- there's a whole all available senses thing going, it's very nice -- and adding, a little breathless, "to prepare, um, for how good you look. All, um, flushed and topless and all."

I kiss at the flush, at her collarbone. Do I go lower? I kind of want to. Did I say kind of? I meant really totally. "I want to put my mouth on them."

...I think that was out loud. I'm probably flushed enough that it's tough to tell which parts are embarrassment and which passion and which plain anxiety. Fortunately. Maybe fortunately.

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