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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 19:26:44 GMT -5
"And France is farther north than Italy." I add, sticking out my tongue at her playfully. I roll my eyes as Varla lays back before noticing that her shirt had risen up and I quickly look away again, a blush raging across my face. I freeze as she speaks again, my brow creasing. I didn't know much Italian, but I got the general gist of her last sentence. "What?" I ask simply, turning to face her.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 19:31:18 GMT -5
I roll my eyes before sitting up after a bit, taking a sip of the Jack again. He asks what and I lay back down, blushing slightly. "Uh, nothing," I say,knowing my shirt was still pulled up a bit. I take the drink from him, still laying down but sit up enough to take a gulp, trying not to answer the question. Hopefully, he wouldn't continue it but I was still hoping that he would get it and begin it all.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 19:35:30 GMT -5
I bite the inside of my lower lip as she brushes it aside and I look down at my feet for a moment. I didn't know why I felt.. disappointed, but I hadn't gotten laid in a while.. god, that sounded bad. It sounded desperate. I sigh a bit, running a hand over my face and taking the bottle back from her to take a big gulp, trying to push away my feelings. All it did was make them flare up. "Tell me? I translated what I said for you at the Tower.." I murmur, glancing over at Varla.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 19:46:22 GMT -5
I bite my lip when he takes the battle from me and huff, sitting up to bury my head against his chest. "I said that instead of having more alcohol we could have sex," I mumble, trying not to sound different. I bite my lip and lay down and put my head under a pillow, ignoring everything. It felt weird to even mention it so I kind of wanted to hide for a while.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 19:51:53 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as she lays her head against my chest before a blush rages across my face as she tells me what she'd said. I bite my lower lip, looking away. "You suggest sex then you hide from me.. are all Italians this weird?" I ask innocently, smirking before taking the bottle from her to take a gulp and then another. I lean over to set the nearly empty bottle on the nightstand before poking her exposed stomach playfully. "Should I get out of pants now.. or?" I ask, hoping I didn't sound as drunk as I felt.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 19:57:53 GMT -5
I look at him if he asks if the rest of Italy was as weird as me. I giggle lightly until he pokes my stomach and I look up at him. "Only if you want to," I mumble, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, looking at him. "Oh, and no, not all Italians are as weird as me," I say, pressing a light kiss on his lips. For a moment, I want to crawl onto his lap but don't do so, knowing I wasn't drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 23, 2013 19:09:04 GMT -5
I huff a bit as she replies before her arms wrap around my neck and a blush crosses my face. I chuckle as Varla continues and our lips meet for a moment. I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her into my lap, leaning forward to kiss her, my dark brown eyes shutting as I did so. I hoped that she'd decide what she wanted to do- though I was glad that she wasn't trying to rush me into anything.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 23, 2013 19:14:08 GMT -5
A smile grows when Drew pulls me onto his lap and I kiss him back before running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I forget everything, allowing my body to do all the work. My fingers roam down to his shirt where I begin to slide my hands under it and pull back, smiling at him. "You know, I don't want to force you into this," I say, looking down slightly as I lightly place my lips on his jaw, kissing lightly and smiling. My eyes close as I continue kissing his jaw before moving down to his neck.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 23, 2013 19:24:51 GMT -5
Her hands run through my hair before trailing down my chest to slip under my shirt. "What happens in Paris stays in Paris." I chuckle against ehr skin, pressing my lips to her neck as Varla kissed my neck. I bite my lower lip, pulling her closer to me. I run a hand down her back, nipping at the warm skin in the crook of ehr neck teasingly.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 23, 2013 19:29:07 GMT -5
I giggle as he kisses my neck before he pulls me closer with his hand running down my back. He nips at my neck and I moan through clenched teeth before blushing widely. "Potrebbe anche essere la stessa di Firenze," I mumble as I begin to lay back and pulling Drew with me. I pull his shirt over his head and smile, giggling. "I guess I should have just kept my dress off," I say, smiling before I kiss his nose lightly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 23, 2013 19:43:29 GMT -5
I grin a bit as her moan reaches my ears before raising my eyebrows as she speaks Italian again, only having really caught 'Firenze'. I assumed it was something like what I said about Paris. I chuckle as Varla leans back, pulling me with her as my shirt comes over my head. "I'd rather have to undress you." I murmur, grinning before pressing my lips to hers again before running my tongue over her bottom lip.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 23, 2013 19:50:14 GMT -5
I smile and blush before he chuckles when we lay back. My mind begins to process that I've been speaking Italian. "Sorry, I'm not use to...any of this," I mumble before giggling as his lips met mine for a gentle kiss just before he runs his tongue over my lower lip. My lips part from him and I begin playing with his hair some. A hand goes to his chest, resting above his heart.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 23, 2013 19:54:35 GMT -5
I don't reply as she tells me that she wasn't used to this and slip my tongue into her mouth once her lips part. My hands find the hem of Varla's shirt and I slip a hand under to run across her stomach before I grip the hem to pull back and pull it over her head before my lips meet hers immediately after. I nibble at her lower lip as her hand rests over my heart.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 23, 2013 19:59:44 GMT -5
My eyes stay closed as pulls back to pull my shirt over my head. For a minute, he nibbles on my lip and I run my hands down to the hem of his pants. I unbutton them before unzipping them and living it there. My hair goes into my face and I pull back, wiping my hair from my face and kiss him again, brushing my hips against his teasingly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 24, 2013 19:21:22 GMT -5
Her hands move down to the hem of my gym shorts and a soft blush crosses my face as she tugs them down a little before stopping. I huff playfully as Varla pulls back to push her hair from her face before our lips meet again and I start to slip my tongue into her mouth before she rubs our hips together and I groan. My face reddens and I hope that she'd ignore it as I deepen the kiss.
(he's wearing gym shorts not pants lolol)
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