[ Oh, well alright. Jim keeps his hands at her sides as she turns, just feeling her, and presses a kiss to the back of her neck while she's pressed there. He keeps one hand on her hip when the door's open and they're stepping inside, following closely, pushing the door closed behind him when they're clear of it, tugging her back to him at the earliest opportunity. Catching her in another kiss. ]
[ the door closed behind them, dutch eagerly turns into the kiss, licking into his mouth. she's greedy in this and a little impatient, hands already moving for the hem of his shirt. she's been good about keeping her hands to herself on the way here, for the most part, but now they're behind closed doors and hunger still sits hot and heavy in her stomach. ]
[ Bossy's just fine, says the little bit of a smirk on Jim's face as he shrugs the jacket off and then yanks his shirt off over his head, letting them drop wherever. Yes ma'am. His hair's a little bit in his eyes thanks to his shirt mussing it, and he shakes his head to toss it back, before grabbing Dutch by the hips again and pulling her against him, hands sliding beneath her shirt. ]
[ she likes that little smirk. she likes the way he gets undressed without argument, too, and she likes seeing his chest and smoothing her hands over muscle and skin there. handsome. not as broad as d'avin, but -- handsome. (she shouldn't be thinking about d'avin, anyway.)
he pulls her closer and she comes willingly, arching against him and winding her hands around his neck and into his hair to pull him down for another kiss. ]
[ He has a couple freckles on his titties. Super sexy. These are important notes to make when you don't have a shredded eight-pack. I'm a terrible rper. Anyway,
Jim kisses her, his hands moving up over her torso beneath her shirt, over her breasts, though he doesn't linger over-long, instead pulling back from the kiss long enough to encourage her to pull the shirt off.
Everything tastes like heat and chocolate and good. He's half hard already which is not unheard of but-- slightly unusual, these days. It's a heady feeling, one he's not at all opposed to. ]
[ she lifts her arms obligingly, letting him pull the shirt off her instead of taking it off herself. it's nicer when it's his hands sliding up her body, over her arms -- and then they're back to kissing and dutch brings one hand between them, palming him. she likes that he's half hard, likes the heat and the taste of chocolate and the urgency that's building between them again. ]
If we had - [ another kiss. she nips at the corner of his mouth. ] more of that cake, I'd let you lick it off me. [ or maybe she'd lick it off him. cake isn't very lickable but shhhh don't destroy this with logic. ]
Well - [ not really willing to give up kissing her, but always happy to be overly-chatty ] - I'd lick you anyway.
[ ;)??? Worst lines in history. ]
I do, however, have some of that stuff they were handing out-- uh. Somewhere. [ He has to glance over his shoulder for his jacket, where pockets are filled with at least one glass jar of white chocolate (?) body paint, though his hands are occupied with Dutch's skin, still. ]
[ that's a terrible line. that's an absolutely terrible line and maybe dutch's was only marginally better but marginally better is still better than that. and yet, dutch only laughs against his mouth and keeps grinning when he glances over his shoulder.
his hands are still on her body so dutch reaches for the jacket, letting go of jim just long enough to pull the jacket closer. ]
Maybe I'll lick you instead.
[ they're not going to win a price for great dialogue any time soon, these two. ]
[ You're both the worst, stahp. Jim keeps touching her as she moves, though he appreciates the initiative to grab his jacket. Teamwork, then, because he fishes in the pocket and pulls out a jar.
[ kidding. and with the jar secured (dutch glances at it and licks her lips briefly, an unconscious gesture rather than something designed to arouse), she sets her hands on his hips and starts walking backward toward the bedroom.
though she doesn't quite manage to keep her hands on his hips. too much to explore. too much she wants to touch. ]
[ More teamwork, into her bedroom, toppling onto her bed. The little glass jar bounces next to them but, fortunately, doesn't roll off. Jim's mouth is occupied with hers - and her jaw, her throat, lower to her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. (Or like, whatever she's wearing. Maybe she has on bedazzled banana pasties, I have no idea.)
Normally he'd have asked what she likes by now, even when he's drunk he manages, the strange heated frisson running through him as distracting as Dutch herself is.
Kicks himself internally. Wake up, Kirk. ]
What do you-- [ teeth, gently, at her middle. Hi. ] Like? [ Bright blue eyes meet hers, as he glances up. ]
[ dutch does not have on bedazzled banana pasties. she wears a thin bralette, no padding anywhere which means she feels every shift in pressure, the heat of his lips even through the fabric.
hm. what does she like? ]
Your mouth on me.
[ she winds her hands into his hair and then uses that to push him downward. not hard, but pointedly enough that it's a clear hint of what she wants. what she likes. ]
And being on top.
[ she should probably ask what he likes. she doesn't. ]
Yes ma'am, [ is a bit sassy, another brief flash of white teeth and bright blue irises before he's paying attention to where she's pushing him - undoing her pants, tugging those and underwear away (over shoes? did they take shoes off? shoes are gone). Jim likes doing this because he's good at it-- well, he's never had any serious complaints. He takes direction well enough, verbally and silently; reading physical reactions, by sight and by feel, is something he's gotten pretty good at, by now.
He undoes the closer of his jeans, needing to relieve something before he settles onto his stomach and sets to work with mouth and hands.
No argument, by the way, about Dutch being on top. Jim's happy with sex any which way, but he does quite like that position, with men and women alike. He's never examined the psychology of why, and doesn't intend to. It just feels nice, and looks nice. ]
[ he's sassing her, but dutch chooses to ignore the sass in favour of kicking her pants and underpants off when he's pulled them down far enough and then wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in. for the moment, that leaves him on top, but she doesn't reverse their positions. not immediately, anyway. instead, she pushes his jeans down some. enough so that when she grinds up against him, the material doesn't press too hard into her legs. ]
Good boy. [ okay, maybe she's not ignoring the sass entirely after all. her grin is sharp when she says it, and sharply amused. ]
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Take it off. [ bossy. ]
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he pulls her closer and she comes willingly, arching against him and winding her hands around his neck and into his hair to pull him down for another kiss. ]
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Jim kisses her, his hands moving up over her torso beneath her shirt, over her breasts, though he doesn't linger over-long, instead pulling back from the kiss long enough to encourage her to pull the shirt off.
Everything tastes like heat and chocolate and good. He's half hard already which is not unheard of but-- slightly unusual, these days. It's a heady feeling, one he's not at all opposed to. ]
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If we had - [ another kiss. she nips at the corner of his mouth. ] more of that cake, I'd let you lick it off me. [ or maybe she'd lick it off him. cake isn't very lickable but shhhh don't destroy this with logic. ]
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[ ;)??? Worst lines in history. ]
I do, however, have some of that stuff they were handing out-- uh. Somewhere. [ He has to glance over his shoulder for his jacket, where pockets are filled with at least one glass jar of white chocolate (?) body paint, though his hands are occupied with Dutch's skin, still. ]
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his hands are still on her body so dutch reaches for the jacket, letting go of jim just long enough to pull the jacket closer. ]
Maybe I'll lick you instead.
[ they're not going to win a price for great dialogue any time soon, these two. ]
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[ You're both the worst, stahp. Jim keeps touching her as she moves, though he appreciates the initiative to grab his jacket. Teamwork, then, because he fishes in the pocket and pulls out a jar.
Ta-da. ]
You got a bedroom in here?
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[ kidding. and with the jar secured (dutch glances at it and licks her lips briefly, an unconscious gesture rather than something designed to arouse), she sets her hands on his hips and starts walking backward toward the bedroom.
though she doesn't quite manage to keep her hands on his hips. too much to explore. too much she wants to touch. ]
attacks tags with a dull spoon
Normally he'd have asked what she likes by now, even when he's drunk he manages, the strange heated frisson running through him as distracting as Dutch herself is.
Kicks himself internally. Wake up, Kirk. ]
What do you-- [ teeth, gently, at her middle. Hi. ] Like? [ Bright blue eyes meet hers, as he glances up. ]
a very effective method??
hm. what does she like? ]
Your mouth on me.
[ she winds her hands into his hair and then uses that to push him downward. not hard, but pointedly enough that it's a clear hint of what she wants. what she likes. ]
And being on top.
[ she should probably ask what he likes. she doesn't. ]
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He undoes the closer of his jeans, needing to relieve something before he settles onto his stomach and sets to work with mouth and hands.
No argument, by the way, about Dutch being on top. Jim's happy with sex any which way, but he does quite like that position, with men and women alike. He's never examined the psychology of why, and doesn't intend to. It just feels nice, and looks nice. ]
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Good boy. [ okay, maybe she's not ignoring the sass entirely after all. her grin is sharp when she says it, and sharply amused. ]