RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I know, Saga. Believe me, I know.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Good. [ it's her turn to kiss him gently this time ] Then we're on the same page.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ just sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close and going in for another, longer kiss ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ not even bothering to argue with herself for this one, as she's letting herself be pulled against him and resting her hands on his shoulders to get her balance before she kisses him back ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he knows he should probably fight this, but it's getting harder to do. And this is quite nice-- ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ yes. yes it is. And she may be attempting to get his jacket off. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ and he might be letting her ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ damn the need to breathe-- but hey, the jacket is going ] How were you not hot in that...?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ ... an odd question. He shrugs ] I'm used to it.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I think there's a lot you're used to. [ hello shirt. She'll be moving the hem up just enough to inch her fingers up to his stomach ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ well hello fingers. That was totally not a surprised gasp, not at all ] There's a lot I'm not used to as well.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ sure it wasn't, and this totally isn't a mischievous grin as she starts lightly tracing muscles with her nails ] You're adjusting pretty well, though.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I've always been adaptable... [ brushing her hair aside and going for the neck, trailing kisses down to her collar ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

That's a... good... [ there's a small noise in her throat, and she just completely lost her train of thought. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ He can kind of figure out where that sentence was going anyway- now this seems like a nice spot to explore ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she's trying her best not to make any embarrassing sounds, dammit-- although okay, yes, her breath is catching every so often and her fingers are going into his hair ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ like he has room to remark about embarrassing noises :| his lips are eventually finding hers again, and he's pulling her as close as he can ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ you are so doomed when the shirt comes off :| but she's finding she's really not minding this kind of thing at all, pressing against him and deepening the kiss ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ his shirts don't have sleeves, remember :| but oho, responding in kind- and that might have been an appreciative murmur ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she'll remember that soon enough-- but for now, she doesn't want to break away just yet, and especially not when he's murmuring like that ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ is it possible for them to be closer? Because, damn it, he's trying ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ not unless he wants her in his lap or entirely entangled with him... which is actually kind of tempting, but now her fingers are seeking out his more sensitive arms, brushing along them ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ pulls away with a gasp, gaze slowly sliding to her fingers on his arms, watching for a moment ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she's tilting her head up, stilling her fingers for a moment, and asking him the same question she did once before. ]

Do you want me to stop?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

...No. [ turns his gaze back to her ] Don't stop.