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Make a Move

MAKE A MOVE

Here's the thing: this person is completely, totally, absolutely into you. You're into them, admit it or not. And the icing on the cake? This, right now, is the moment. Whether there's romance in the air on a perfect date or it's an uncomfortably inappropriate time and place, you know there will never be an opportunity like this again. There's sparks. There's a connection. They're giving you A Look that melts your heart.

All you have to do is make a move.

You can do that, right?

...right? You're not too stubborn or too shy to do so, are you? This is your shot! But -

wait. Oh no. Are you the kind of idiot who can't take a hint even if there are blaring neon arrows pointing you in the right direction? Hopefully, fingers crossed, you aren't. Because, like we said, you have to seize this once in a lifetime opportunity.

No one likes to have to kick themselves down the road for not taking a chance, after all.

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Guess that's settled, then.

[For him, it was as simple as that. She wanted him. He wanted her. That was all there was to it. Well, there was love, of course, but the basics were that both parties were ready and willing. Eager, even.]

When you come over to my place, maybe we can talk about... things.

Sure.

[She wondered what exact things, but... well, they could wait for that. Right now, she was happy, and she was just going to let herself soak in being happy.]

With my toothbrush. And some underwear.

Whatever you want to bring, bring it. Even the plushie. No guarantees we'll get along.

[He grinned at that, then looked over at the rest of the cave.]

You know, I bet some of that pie I brought would taste pretty darn good about now.

Ooh, pie.

[She'd been so focused on him that she'd actually forgotten food. Of course, now that it had been mentioned, her stomach gave a soft rumble as if to remind her that she'd just been rather active. Athletic, even. And she had calories she needed to replace.]

What kind? I brought plates and stuff.

Cherry and pecan. I was going to do apple, but that seemed a bit...

[Obvious. He leaned down and gave her a kiss, then moved to finally side free of her. It felt... good and bad. Good because more friction and sensation in that area seemed to be amazing, but bad because he'd been quite happy where he'd been.

Of course, that left him half hard still, which he found a bit surprising.]

Ah, did you bring towels? I think... I made a bit of a mess--

["In you", but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.]

[The kiss had barely ended before she made a soft sound. She'd almost, almost forgotten he was inside her. She'd gotten used to it. And to have him pull out now made her miss it. Made her miss him. She felt oddly hollow.

And then she felt oddly... sticky.

Oh. Right.

A snort of a laugh and she nodded, pointing.]

Over there. A few are normal bath towels, a few are beach towels. Do we need to wash the air mattress?

[Kara started to sit up, to look down at herself, and--

...And that was an interesting sight. She kind of... Well, it was a little thrilling, honestly. It made her bite at her lower lip before looking up at him with a smug glance. Look what they'd done.]

[He moved to stand, feeling a little self conscious about the fact that he was still noticeably aroused before he went over to where she'd pointed.]

I... don't know. Does it look like it needs washing? Maybe we should start putting down towels or... sheets?

[Don't ask him, Kara. He was new to sex-messes. But he stood there with a towel in his hand, watching her sit up with a bit of a dopey grin on his face. She looked mussed. Sexy and mussed and yeah, covered in a light dew of sweat and his come and he liked that. More than he thought he would.]

God, you're beautiful.

I didn't bring sheets, but maybe we should put down a towel or two next time. Just... to make things easier.

[But she was sure there would be a next time. She wanted a next time. After all, she'd just had a little reminder of how it felt. And 'more' was becoming quite the wonderful word in her vocabulary.

She slowly stood, feeling a little bowlegged, and-- well, that just made a little more of a mess. A little wet, a little sticky... And better than she would've thought. Still, she glanced down at her thighs before looking back at him.]

This... actually feels a little sexy. But they never really write about it being messy.

It looks... good. I don't know if it's supposed to, but... I really like seeing you like that.

[He came closer, carrying the towel with him and letting his eyes wander over her as he did.]

I don't think I'm going to get used to that sight any time soon. I didn't read anything about that either...

I think you just like seeing me all messy because of you. Which is just fine...

[She stepped up, her palms flattening against his chest.]

Because I like being messy because of you. It feels good. Like something I'm supposed to be.

I can't argue that. I didn't really think I'd be the type, but... I guess I feel a little possessive. Or maybe territorial? I just like knowing you're happy-messy because of me. I like getting you that way.

Oh, yes, getting that way is more than fun. [Enough so that she floated up the tiny bit she needed so she could kiss him.]

I guess I should clean up a little, hm?

I don't mind helping. I mean, seems only fair since it's my mess.

If I let you help, will we end up making another mess? Not that I mind, but...

[But she had to tease a little. Even was even.]

I can't promise anything. You're pretty irresistible.

[He looped the towel around her waist, using it to pull her in closer as he looked down at her with a ridiculously smitten look.]

[That look. Oh, she loved that look. It got him a kiss to his cheek, arms stretching up to drape over his shoulders.]

So are you. All blonde and blue with the best smiles.

I think that's an apt description of you.

[He tugged her a little closer, leaning down to rest his forehead on hers.]

I don't think I'm going to be able to smell the ocean anymore without thinking of you and having dirty thoughts.

Ooh, that's going to make living in a coastal city hard--

[She wiggled against him. Yep, she'd noticed what state he was in.]

--on you, isn't it?

[Oh, someone was being cheeky.]

Mm, very. Very, very hard. Might be thinking of you all day.

[She was already getting an idea for a gift to sneak into his place.

Two of them, in fact.

She didn't want him to forget, after all.]

Poor thing. I'd have to come over after work and give you a hand.

Or something else.

[Gifts? He liked gifts...

That earned her a groan, and a nip to her lower lip.]

I think you like the idea of me being frustrated and missing you all day.

I think you're right. And I also think that if we don't hurry up and eat some pie, we'll both be famished after I ravish you.

[Forward. Blunt.

Honest.

All this time, she'd not considered what it was like to want sex like this, or have someone close she wanted to, and could, have sex with. And if she had a lot of catching up to do, poor Steve with more than a few decades of self-control under his belt...

Well. Pie first. And then they could work on their mutual backlog.]

Yes, ma'am.

[He gave her a quick kiss, handing her the towel to keep from being distracted by helping her himself, then went to go grab his swim trunks to put back on. They wouldn't completely hide his state, but they'd do a damn sight better than his bare ass.]

Cherry or pecan?

[Because if they were going to keep making messes, they definitely needed to refuel. And he was more than happy to cut her a huge slab of pie -- or just watch her eat the whole thing. There were still a dozen things he wanted to try with her. Good thing they had the whole weekend.]

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Make a Move

Ooh, no. Bad baking.

At least I didn't lose a fingerprint this time.

You criminal in the making, you.

I'm practicing for my pinky-only bank robbery, don'cha know.

They'll never see it coming. They have no defense. The pinky rules.

I'll be forever known as the Littlefinger Bandit.

Until GRRM's lawyers send you a cease and desist, and you have to change it to WeeFinger

Bah, I'd argue for fair use.

Guilty....

Hee

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