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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 20, 2013 18:20:47 GMT -5
John looked at her for a moment, as if she were crazy. "You really are drunk," he responded, running his hands all over her as she rubbed her behind up against him. To say that she was turning him on was an understatement. He couldn't even keep his hands of of her and, as she turned around to face him again, he did something rather bold and presumptuous.
Hands running down her lower hips, one hand slipping to her butt, John pressed his lips into hers. It was a rather sudden, but passionate nonetheless, action, but he was always the spontaneous one. He was the type of person who wouldn't jump off of a bridge if his friends did, because he was the one jumping off of it first. He didn't even hesitate to slip her the tongue.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 20, 2013 21:56:45 GMT -5
Katerina laughed “Probably, but what’s that got to with-” she was in mid-sentence when John’s lips met hers, effectively cutting off her words and catching her completely by surprise. Her first thought was to hit him, what with his hand groping all over her butt, but after another moment, with his tongue jammed down her throat she kind of gave in.
She put the arm that held her beer around his neck and pressed her body closer to his. It was interesting, feeling the pulsing beat of the music in through their bodies as they kissed, people dancing around them. She kind of got lost in the moment. A smile lit upon her lips as she kissed him and she brought his lower lip between her teeth.
After a long moment she pulled away an inch, panting a little heavily. Kat gave him a sly look and said cheekily “still wondering how dancing is like sex?” she grinned running her free hand back down his chest, resting it teasingly along his hemline and the start of his jeans. |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 20, 2013 23:40:43 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - T I M E S K I P - - - - - - - - - - It was late morning the next day, close to noon as a matter of fact. John didn't often sleep so late, but that's what happens when you spend most of your night drinking and having sex. Wearing absolutely nothing, John was fast asleep on his stomach, breathing evenly and quietly. His face was turned away from the woman on his other side. For the most part, the man's body was exposed, other than his butt being covered by the bed sheets. Some time after midnight, the the two had stumbled into a cab where they spent the majority of the ride with their lips all over each other. They had barely gotten through the door and their clothes were already scattered about the apartment. One thing was for sure, they had done some wild stuff. Opening his eyes slightly, John forgot where he was for a moment. When memories of the previous night came back to him though, he couldn't help but smile and close his eyes again as he rolled over onto his back, the sheets now covering his junk. Letting out a breath of air, he tried drifting back to sleep. Kat's bed was comfortable as hell. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 20, 2013 23:58:35 GMT -5
The sun was shining annoyingly through the curtains into Kat's bedroom window, as Kat turned over in her sleep the bright rays of sun shone painfully onto the backs of her eye lids. She groaned and turned away from the light, only to hit a solid wall of muscle and scent of male. At first the night was a blur to her…but then her eyes flew open. And there, in her bed, naked as a new born baby was her ex-boyfriend John Rhodes.
The realization that she had spent an entire night in her bed with the man who had broken her heart so many years ago did nothing to ease the pounding headache she had from her hangover. Groaning she started to sit up, until she realized that doing so would make his junk completely visible. She rolled her eyes at herself, knowing full well she had seen it all the night before, but it was different now that she was sober.
She had sex with her ex-boyfriend… Jeez that one was going to haunt her for a while. She didn't really ever go back for seconds once things had been broken off with someone, not even just friends with benefits. But she had to admit one thing…it had be one hell of a nice night.
After a long moment she looked at John, laying there, in her bed all comfortable and what not and made a decision. One she normally wouldn't make. And she'd probably blame it on the hangover later but right now she was just gonna be nice. Poking John in the side she said "Hey, you, do you want some breakfast?"
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Sept 21, 2013 1:06:15 GMT -5
John groaned when she poked him, reluctant to wake up. He burrowed his face into the pillow, his head hurting. Still, he'd woken up in worse conditions in the past, though he didn't often have problems with hangovers. He'd learned to stay well hydrated when drinking. "Breakfast?" he asked when her words finally registered. He lifted his head, giving her his full attention. He gave her a tired half smile. "Breakfast sounds good."
Pushing himself up, John didn't care that he pretty much flashed her everything. Grabbing his boxers, which were covering the shade of her bedside lamp, he pulled them on and got to his feet. "Are you actually offering a home cooked meal, or is "breakfast" just a code word for more sex? Because either way...." He half turned to her, a devilish smile on his face. "I don't mind."
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