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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Mar 28, 2007 22:19:30 GMT -5
Cuddy raised an eyebrow in surprise, though, she hardly had reason to. If she was going to treat this as a battle, there was no reason for Chase to simply sit back and take it. She had jabbed openly at something that was, clearly, very personal to him. He reacted protectively, as if she were holding an open flame to the highly flammable manifestations of his most private thoughts.
Ultimately, it mattered very little to Cuddy what feelings Chase had for Cameron. They were two of her employees, and if they wanted to get involved with each other she was perfectly happy to stay out of it and let them. Of course the grape vine never eluded her, and she knew that Cameron was in it for reasons that Chase, as a man, couldn't possibly understand.
If she were going to be honest with herself, she would have to admit that she was silently rooting for Chase to win Cameron over. It was an entirely selfish act of encouragement, of course. If Cameron was with Chase, she would stop sniffing around House. It made Cuddy embarrassed just to give that kind of thinking the slightest modicum of credence, and she tried to erase it from her mind by draining her glass once more. If she kept this pace up she would not be able to walk home, let alone drive.
Still, Chases fierce, shallow, and completely charged response caught her off guard. Natural instinct took over, as it often did with House, and her wit took the wheel. Common sense took the back seat. She liked it when he leaned forward, wanting to meet him halfway across the table, but he leaned back in his seat too soon. Not wanting to be out done, she put her arms on the table and leaned forward, as he had done, playing a card that he could not. Her neckline was perfectly displayed, her cleavage more than a little distracting, as the expressions of men sitting near their table reflected. She had a dangerous glint in her eye, playful and daring.
“I never said there was anything wrong with healthy activity. But maybe I’m just speaking as the stereotypical under-sexed generalization of a working woman.”
She, unlike Chase, did not back down, keeping her eyes glued on his. She could not stop the half smile that pulled at the corner of her lips. It was not an amused smile, so much as a challenging, almost taunting one. It was most likely the alcohol screwing with her inhibitions, but she was having fun.
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 5, 2007 23:26:26 GMT -5
Completely taken aback by the fact that Cuddy not only did not yell at him, but actually leaned far over across the table to him...Chase found it very difficult to hold on to the insult from earlier in the conversation. Of course, it was a little difficult to hold on to -any- kind of logical thought with a pair of well shaped breasts in your face, but Chase valiantly lifted his gaze away from them and to her face.
Even if she was playing the flirting game right back...probably trying to make him back down and admit he wasn't up to the challenge...then that still didn't mean he was just going to completely stare at her openly like a piece of meat.
Very attractive meat, yes, but he would be remiss not to reply back and to only stare at her.
There was something so very...sexual about the look that she was giving him. It was not amusement, nor was it disdain (that fact took him somewhat by surprise), but it seemed almost...playful. Definitely challenging. As though she knew the game, knew the rules, and was confident of a win.
Although Chase had a feeling he was no where near her level, if she was allowing it, then he certainly felt inclined to play along.
For as long as he could.
Forcing himself to get over his shock more quickly than he might normally, Chase brought his same half smile, half smirk back, sitting forward a bit more, meeting her gaze at the table. "Undersexed, doctor Cuddy?" A quirk of his eyebrow. "What a shame..." he clicked his tongue behind his teeth, "to allow such...talents as you surely possess to be wasted."
Taking his time, Chase very obviously dropped his gaze back down her body. Not only was he showing her how he was mentally undressing her, but he was actually only doing it for her benefit. Then he brought his heated gaze back to meet her eyes and the smile widened ever so slightly, "Unless you mean to say you lack them which I...-highly- doubt."
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 6, 2007 1:33:05 GMT -5
Cuddy’s smile did not fade. Her blazing eyes did not flicker. She did not flinch as he moved closer, the gap between them quickly diminishing. Drawing a deep breath, more for that amazing affect that it had on her breasts than to steady herself, she arched an eyebrow seductively, flagrantly showing that her sexual wiles were in full operational order.
Though nothing crossed her face, her expression and body language under her complete control, Cuddy wondered for a moment if she was playing too well. This was not House, after all. This was Chase, one of her employees. He wasn’t head of any department. In fact, he worked under the man Cuddy was usually involved in these kinds of games with. The only reason they were together at this restaurant tonight was because House had designed it.
Chase was pretty much an innocent victim of the war between House and Cuddy, dragged in and forced to participate.
She imagined that Chase would back down, but he surprised her by persevering. Her instincts told her that Chase was uncomfortable, but there was something else. Something that kept her interested, and more than willing to risk later embarrassment and awkwardness. She knew she was acting completely irresponsibly by flirting shamelessly, meaning it or not.
But there was no stopped her now.
She kept her eyes on his, even as he let his gaze wander to explore the curves of her body. She grinned, nodding at his comments, “I suppose I can’t be a judge of my own talents. I’m not that kind of a girl. I only know what I’m told.” She leaned on her hand, looking whimsically at him, her eyebrow still tilted tantalizingly, “Though, I haven’t had any new opinions in too long a time…” she sighed.
It wasn’t a lie, but it was also a very poor choice of conversation. She ignored the looks nearby listeners were sending them, staying singularly attentive to the handsome young man across from her.
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 12, 2007 0:09:18 GMT -5
Chase was not stupid, as much as House may say that he believed otherwise. Chase was more than well aware that whatever this situation was...it really had nothing to do to him. He had noticed how Cuddy was a strong woman who certainly had good enough looks that she didn't need to settle for someone she hardly knew...but more important than that, he noticed the way Cuddy and House were together. And the way that the conversation only turned in this sexual manner -after- he made the, perhaps, too personal comment about House.
Like so many times in his life, the things that were happening to Chase...really had nothing to do with him.
But at least it had happened often enough that he was aware enough. He was, at this point in his life, more than capable of realizing when things were and when they weren't about him. Sure, the fact that an attractive woman was flirting with you might normally cause your ego to rise and for you to grin and glow with your own brilliance and lust...But Chase had moved on past that point. He was no longer the child he had once been. Now he was able to recognize the fact that his mother drank herself into oblivion -probably- had less to do with him than his teenage guilt-ridden mind had believed.
It was the same here, really. Only this time he was being flirted with instead of yelled at. So, sure, what was the harm in going along with it?
So still continuing to smile that mischievous flirtatious smile that did not quite reach the depths of his eyes, Chase grinned back at her. "Is that so? That cannot be easy for you, I imagine. You should probably do something to fix that..." Trailing off, he paused before he continued with what he knew that -she- knew he was going to say.
"Is there anything I might do to help?"
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 12, 2007 1:20:15 GMT -5
Cuddy drew one more deep breath, holding it, as she let her eyes soak in the expression on Chase’s face, noting the way his body seemed to be daring her to cross the line with him. She knew he had a bit of a reputation, but, being the professional she was, she had hardly paid him any mind in any form beyond being a doctor. And even then she rarely sought him out, other, more apt resources to be had. Yet now he was, honestly or not, offering her something she wanted.
She didn’t care if he was madly in love with Cameron. She didn’t care that Cameron couldn’t be bothered with seeking a relationship with him. She didn’t care that her own feelings for House were complicated at best. She didn’t care that House sometimes felt like he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Working towards a real relationship was difficult. Be it the efforts of a young man trying to sweep a somewhat shallow co-worker off of her feet, or the struggle to overcome the intense sexual tension of a pair of doctors with a history neither could get out of their minds: finding more than just pleasure, finding meaning and connection, was difficult.
In fact, it was near impossible.
And it didn’t matter. Right now, Cuddy knew exactly what she wanted, and saw a plain opportunity to get it. Her inhibitions were well and truly taken care of, her blood stream now more than acquainted with an ample supply of alcohol, and her body was beginning to protest the tantalizing conversation. It did not need words, and it was torturous to be subjected to them.
Still, despite her strong reactions to his advances, she smiled coyly and let her eyes flash mischievously. If she was going to use him, she might as well do it right. Knowing that it was now her move, and, just as he had done with his daring question, she needed to up the stakes, she moved her hand across the table. Her fingers danced over his for a moment, barely teasing him.
She knew it was more than enough.
“That depends on two things, really,” she said, not looking away from him, and not backing down, “are you good to drive, and how fast can you get us to one of our places?”
It didn’t bother her that she was being rather loose. She didn’t even think about how incredibly awkward any rash decision would inevitably be, nor did she consider how this conversation, and anywhere it led, would severely injure the way she and the young doctor sitting across from her saw each other in their professional setting. She did not imagine the rumors that would fill the hospital halls. All she could see was instant pleasure, and that was all she needed.
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 12, 2007 23:20:03 GMT -5
Swallowing thickly at Cuddy's reply to his words, Chase had to admit that he was still somewhat surprised that she had not ended this...whatever it was, exactly they were doing. But Chase had already decided a while ago that he would not be the one to do so and that it would be interesting to see how far Cuddy was willing to go with this. So instead he merely grinning slyly back at her, "I am...and my place is only a five minute drive from here." Even as he said the words he was still half expecting her to shake her head at him in disgust that he couldn't tell she was joking. But it was worth the risk and even if that DID happen then Chase could play it off just as well. He was very good at that.
But honestly, from Chase's point of view, Cuddy was certainly not using him. If anything, he was using -her-. The small light in his eyes dimmed for a moment as he considered that this was somewhat similar to what he had done with Cameron. Once again he had a woman who was under the influence of a drug that caused her to act completely different from how she might normally. Was it fair to take advantage of that again? Was it fair to do that when it was -Cuddy-?
Shoving that thought aside quickly as the waiter appeared with their food, Chase leaned back a little, feeling the heat flush in his face. "Ah, actually if you could just give us take home boxes now, that would be great." Chase told the waiter, not looking at Cuddy. The waiter glared at Chase before sweeping off with the food again, and Chase still did not look at Cuddy, keeping his eyes on the waiter. Of course he told himself that he was only doing it to make sure the strange man did not spit in his food but the truth was...he was suddenly a bit nervous again.
What if...they did this, took part in this pleasure...and things changed between them. What if he started to feel for Cuddy what he felt for Cameron? Could he handle that? Would it completely screw him over?
Deciding -not- to think about it, Chase lifted his head and pointedly forced himself to look over at Cuddy again, giving her a slight grin. "Unless...you'd rather go to your place..." he finished what he had been saying before, realizing that she might have a preference. It didn't matter to him. His own place was fairly shitty, but it's not like he would be giving her a grand tour.
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 12, 2007 23:40:43 GMT -5
Cuddy smiled as the waiter, exasperated, went off to fill Chase’s request. The request for take home boxes had been a surprise, but it was a far better idea than what had been filtering through her mind. She did not know where this wicked streak had come from, but her idea had been to run out on the check, leaving their plates, their empty wine glasses, and one very ill used waiter behind. Chase’s was a much more considerate, and all together more intelligent plan. She wondered how far his tendency to play things safe really stretched.
There was a warmth in her cheeks as she grinned of him that she recognized only after barely. It was a sensation she had been estranged with for some time, but one she wholly enjoyed. She wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, but she had imbibed enough wine to find herself comfortably and blissfully drunk. Not generally of a fan of inebriation, she wondered for a moment if she had let herself slip too far into this game, and if she was now no longer in control of her moves.
Se grinned at the metaphor, not particularly interested in what Chase thought she was smiling at. Just who was playing whom? Who was in the lead, and how were the scorecards being kept? That was a mystery that would become all too clear eventually. There was no reason to hurry towards any of those sobering answers.
She shook her head at his accommodating tag on, “your place is fine. It’ll be easier to pick up my car from five minutes from here,” she couldn’t be so drunk, she decided firmly, if she was aware that she was just a bit too tipsy to drive, “your place would be perfect.”
The waiter was quick to return, dropping their boxes and check onto the table with a little less care than his job required. He waited impatiently for the payment, knowing full well he would receive no tip for his miserable performance. Cuddy smiled at him, pitying and slightly teasing, and reached for the check. She thought nothing of paying for the dinner now, taking out an impressive selection of bills and paying in cash. She let the waiter see that there was far too much there, and her radiant smile told him it was his to keep. He fell in love with her all over again, a furtive glance to the boxes indicating that he might not have stored their food as kindly as he could have. He would have taken it back if he had done anything unsavory to them but, being guilt free of that, he simply wished he had not been so haphazard in the arrangement of the meals. He thanked her profusely, and even shot Chase a triumphant grin, only to quickly realize why they were leaving, and to slink away from them with the paid bill and tip in hand.
Cuddy returned her resplendent smile, her eyes glistening and the muscles of her neck and shoulders, displayed beautifully by the dress, tight with expectation.
“Ready?”
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 13, 2007 0:01:22 GMT -5
Nodding in agreement at Cuddy's words, Chase figured he had it right the first time. Also, it would be more impersonal to Cuddy if it happened somewhere other than in her own bed. Which would probably make it easier for her to cope with the fact after it happened.
Pausing for a moment, Chase mentally rethought what he had just thought and shook his head at himself. Easier for Cuddy to -cope- with it? It's not like I'm raping her or anything...she's her own woman and able to do what she wants... Chase told himself firmly, feeling a bit of his guilt slide away. After all, she -could- have told him to go away rather than continue the date.
So caught up in his thoughts, was Chase, that he hardly noticed that the waiter had arrived. As the man shot Chase a triumphant look, the Australian just blinked back at him, rather blankly. Realizing he was leaving and Cuddy was closing her purse, Chase forced himself to focus. "Hey..." he protested, although it sounded weak to his own ears. "Yeah, I'm ready..." he added quickly, just to make sure she wouldn't think he was protesting leaving. "I was going to pay for my own...I'll give you money for it...um...later." Somewhat embarrassed, Chase realized he didn't have any cash on him. It wasn't as though he didn't have money, he just didn't have -cash-. He had planned on using his debit card. But obviously he couldn't repay Cuddy with the plastic card.
Realizing he was kind of losing the thread of the evening and what it was supposed to be about with his worry, Chase shoved it aside. Or, if not aside then simply down. Deep down inside to be examined tomorrow morning at the earliest.
After all, if he didn't actually do it then he would have nothing to possibly regret and then where would he be?
Getting quickly to his feet, Chase moved to stand next to Cuddy. Offering her his arm along with a grin, his eyes quickly roamed her figure once more which easily put him back in the mood. "I am more than ready...But the question is...are you?" he asked in a teasing tone of voice, his grin widening.
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 13, 2007 0:26:15 GMT -5
Cuddy’s laugh was vibrant and melodiously genuine. She looked at him, pressing her lips together in an effort to stifle the giggles, her eyes watery simply because her amusement was almost literally overflowing. She shook her head at him as he protested her paying the bill, finally able to flash him a full, beautiful smile now that her chuckles had subsided. She fixed him a teasing look, sighing.
“Oh, honey, I don’t think paying me ‘later’ would be a very good idea,” she laughed again as the image that had initially cracked her up returned to her mind’s eye. Chase handing her cash in the morning, both of them disheveled in the clothes they had worn the night before, him ushering her out of his home. Still smiling, she accepted his arm and rose to stand beside him. Directly beside him, clinging to his arm as if he were a prize she was not about to lose. That, or she needed the support, though; she did not think she was that drunk.
There was something in his expression that told her this was an okay move. It might not have been the best move, and certainly wasn’t the right one, but it was not completely wrong. They were two consenting adults, in need of the kind of company only their own, miserably kindred spirits could provide. She sensed in him a hesitance, but it was out of kindness and awkward worry. She was beyond that phase, however, and her eyes reflected her determination.
She liked the way he dared her, as if he were somehow in command here. It was cute, “Oh, I am. More than ready. Let’s get out of here.”
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 13, 2007 0:35:18 GMT -5
Now that Chase was fully set and determined to do this, he easily wrapped an arm around Cuddy as she leaned some of her weight against his body. He hadn't been expecting it but it was certainly not unwelcome. He had yet, before this moment, actually had a chance to touch Cuddy more than a slight brush of fingers as they exchanged papers or a hit of elbows in passing each other in the small hallways. Upon this much closer evaluation, he found that she smelled...very good. Whatever shampoo she had used certainly suited her.
Smirking lightly at her words, an entirely different scene played across his mind. "Oh, I don't know..." he spoke lowly in her ear, a grin just behind his words, "It really depends on what kind of pay back you would require..."
Feeling that it was probably best that be left as that...for now, at least, Chase held Cuddy a bit more closely against him and walked with her, grabbing the boxes with his other hand, and steering them out toward his car.
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 13, 2007 0:56:01 GMT -5
Cuddy liked the way his arm rested around her body, his hand on her hip. She enjoyed the excitement that touch sent shivering through her body, electrical and intoxicating. Her own desire and eagerness surprised her, and she blushed suddenly, feeling very unbecoming and silly. This was probably the reason most of her dates ended badly: she put too much pressure on that night’s partner. Leaning against him, her hand playing behind him, fingers exploring the small of his back through his shirt, she let herself relax a little.
What good was he as a doctor if he couldn’t handle a little pressure?
She smirked at his voice in her ear, his breath on her neck. She almost purred her response, her expression deep and serene. She looked into his eyes, making sure that her lips were seductively close to his, “I get the feeling that you know exactly what I need from you.”
With that she let him escape from her, nodding a polite thank you as he got the door to his car for her. As he rounded the car to get to the driver’s seat, she hesitated. Her thoughts turned to a place she did not want to address tonight, and lingered there just long enough for a face to flash in her mind, bringing her to a complete stop. Just glancing towards Chase, however, was enough to entice her body back into motion. She slipped into the passenger’s seat as if she had done it a thousand times before, pulling the door closed and looking towards her date with a soft light in her eyes.
Even if she was simply pursuing him for one thing, he had proven that he had an endearing, attractive quality about his very nature. It was more than how incredibly aesthetically pleasing he was. There was something in his demeanor that was as charming as it was sensual, and she felt that warranted a little exploration. And even if that all was just some personal justification to make herself feel better about something she could not yet regret, it was good enough to keep her interested.
She said nothing, just smiled at him, breathing deeply. They were on their way.
As far as she was concerned, they couldn’t get there fast enough.
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 16, 2007 8:58:14 GMT -5
The only response Chase had to Cuddy's words was a smile as her words sent a sharp shiver down his spine before heading further north. Letting out a breath, he then pulled away from her, moving to open the door to the car for her. After all, the sooner they got into the car, the sooner they could get to his place, the sooner...well, then the sooner there would be a touch of relief.
Moving to his side of the car, Chase paused for a half step, frowning as an entirely different, but more familiar face flickered into his mind at the thought of relief. Frowning to himself, he shook his head, upset by the fact he would think of her. It was indeed bad if he had gotten to the point that he couldn't think of pleasure and release without thinking of her. Rationally, he told himself that that was -only- because that was where pleasure had come from, recently. But really, it was best just not to think about it at all.
And -not- thinking was something that Chase was more than willing to do at the moment.
Sliding into the car, he started it and drove on without a word to Cuddy. The silence that spread between them was not at all awkward, for which Chase was thankful. Glancing at her quickly with a slight smile, Chase knew he had a lot to be thankful for. Cuddy was a strong, intelligent woman...but this wasn't about that. They were entering a realm where personality was somehow...less important. Not to say that he didn't appreciate Cuddy's, but he was eager to see a new side of her. Whichever side it was that had that spark in her eye as she sexily leaned across the table, showing him just a flash of flesh to keep him more than interested.
Yes, it was something of a game...one with no rules. But the best part about it was that the prize for the loser was the same for the winner. Which essentially meant there would be no loser. Only flushes of pleasure without the pain of thought or relationship.
Lost in his thoughts and the comfortable silence, Chase was surprised to find himself pulling into the parking space in front of his apartment. Turning to her, he felt a flash of tension though it was purely sexual. "Here..." he breathed out the obvious before turning and getting out quickly. Moving to her side of the car he held the door open again, having just barely enough sense of mind to add, "Bring the food...we don't want it to...go bad in the car."
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 16, 2007 10:00:15 GMT -5
Cuddy smiled at him as he opened the door for her. It wasn’t the regular, genial smile she gave people who did polite things for her in passing. It was far more intimate than that, at once aggressive and submissive. There was nothing but pure anticipation in her eyes, and she let him know as she got out of the car, hearing him tell her about the food, just what was more important to her.
She reached back and grabbed the food, then climbed from the seat and reached for a much more enticing package. Her body pressed against his, the heat they were exchanging making her face flush with color. She pressed her lips to his neck, reveling in her first, tantalizing taste of him.
She knew she was being very forward, but she could not contain herself. It was the explosive anticipation before something amazing. The way an actor felt before stepping on stage for an incredible performance. The way a writer felt sitting down to what they knew would be an astounding chapter. The way a doctor felt going into an uncommon, challenging case. The way a lover felt before a first date. It was the kind of anxiety that made ordeals worth pursuing, that made bad situations almost worth it. She wanted to see what would come next, and how fast, and how strong. She wanted to know everything about him, and there wasn’t a moment to spare.
It didn’t matter that they were still in the parking lot. It wasn’t like she was ripping off his pants. It was a sample, a taste; she left him plenty of room to lead her where ever he wanted. She simply needed him to know that she would rather not take their time.
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Post by Robert Chase on Apr 16, 2007 10:15:26 GMT -5
The message that Cuddy was giving to Chase came across to the other doctor loud and clear. Admittingly, yes, he was somewhat surprised when she leaned forward, pressing her body to his, and attached her soft lips to his neck. But he recovered instantly, moving one hand around to rest on her hips as he arched into her touch that gave him pleasure. Moving his other hand up and moving through her curly hair, his eyes shut for a moment before flickering open again.
Taking a breath, he tore himself away from her, ignoring his body's natural desire to stay right where it was. Taking the food from her as he went and setting it down on the roof of his car, he took a shuttering breath to steel himself. "We should...head upstairs..." he spoke, his accent perhaps a bit thicker than usual as he lifted his eyes at lustily took in the sight of her. The previously forbidden sight of her gloriously sexual body.
Seeming to ignore his own words and what might have naturally been what he should do, Chase moved closer to her once more. One hand naturally dropped to rest along the curve of her backside, just above her perfectly shaped ass, the other moved back to her hip as he closed the space between them, capturing her lips with his own in his first touch and first taste of the night.
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Post by Lisa Cuddy on Apr 16, 2007 10:28:45 GMT -5
She was disappointed when he stepped away from her, breaking their contact, and seemingly worrying about the food more than the attention she was paying him. Her intense anticipation, however, was fully restored when he returned to her, his hands on her body, his touch exciting her in all the right, deviously wrong ways. She drew a sharp intake of air as his form came into full, unhindered contact with hers. It was a lucky breath, as soon it was taken from her completely as his lips met hers.
She closed her eyes, perhaps a bit too tightly, her hands on his back, her nails digging into his shirt and, triumphantly, into his flesh. She kissed him back, passionately, desperately, more than a little eager for this contact. It was the first of this kind in a long time, and she needed it. Her body let her know exactly how badly, her legs feeling as if they were made of some sort of foreign substance beyond muscle and bone: something electrified and liquefied at once.
She was near collapsing against him, trapped in so dire a need that she knew if they did not stop and get to his place at that one, fleeting moment of conscious decision making they would never make it. She pulled back from him, only when the moment felt right, hands on his shoulders. Panting slowly, she grinned at him lusciously.
“We should –definitely- get upstairs.”
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