[She says it bossily, even as his hands wandering pulls a breathy laugh out of her as his touch finds one of her ticklish spots along her side. Falling into this sort of intimate affection is easy with him, and she's grateful that she's able to trust him enough that she can let her walls down in moments like this one.
Eventually, despite both of their best attempts to distract one another with kisses and lingering touches, his shirt manages to be put in place over her body. She could be responsible and pull away so he can place an order for delivery, but he's too tempting to do that just yet. Instead her lips graze across his, arms wrapping around him. Her face is nuzzled up against his chest then, before turning her head to rest her cheek against him. He's insanely cuddly, and she realizes she needs to take better advantage of that fact.]
Or I can just have you instead.
[Playfully, she grazes her teeth against his neck, breath warm against him as she laughs.]
You always want Chinese. You know I don't even have to tell them our order anymore? I'm on a first name basis with the little old lady who always answers the phone.
[ He laughs, though the sound and the words were mingled between presses of their lips against one another. Scott had quickly learned over time just how easily distracted he could become when Clara was involved -- something that usually got them scolded when in other company. How little it took for him to forget everything else going on around them in favor of sneaking kisses, or letting his hands roam along her body, seeking out new ways to make her squirm and storing the ones he finds in the back of his mind for moments just like this. ]
Me instead?!
[ He puts on an act of looking shocked at the idea, even going as far as to gasp over-dramatically at the notion -- though he doesn't hesitate to tilt his head to the side and offer up more of his neck for her teeth to slide along. ] What happened to you in that rainforest? Did you join some kind of cannibal tribe and I'm your first victim?
Or is it considered a meal, I guess? [ He teases, sliding the palms of his hands down along her sides until they come to rest at her hips, his thumbs sliding across her hipbones through the fabric of his t-shirt. ]
[She tries to keep a straight face and completely fails, laughing up against his neck before sinking her teeth into his skin a little more firmly. She doesn't press hard enough to break the skin, but as her mouth joins in and she sucks at his skin, she marks him before trailing her mouth down to leave another. She loves how easily he can make her laugh, and how that can lead to her feeling completely at ease with him in the playful intimate moments shared between them like this one.
Shifting her weight onto one of her legs, his thumb pressed against her hip causes the fabric of his shirt to ride up her body. ]
Think treat is the better word. [Pausing, she laughs again, beginning to guide him backward so they can fall back against the couch.] Anyway, I'm not sure you'll be feeling much like a victim when I'm done with you.
[When the back of his legs hit the couch, she pounces, falling back along with him as he hits the cushions.]
[ He laughs when he feels her teeth pressing into his neck, the sensation is something that both tickles and electrifies all in the same moment, but he's learned over time that there's quite a lot of things that Clara does that send those familiar little shockwaves surging through him. It's like nothing that he's ever felt with someone else and it's scary and exciting in the way that new emotions always have been to him.
Their steps are a little unsteady, their legs almost tangling up in one another as they cover the short distance back to the couch before falling over onto it -- and when they finally do, Scott finds himself laughing even more, his arms looping around her waist and keeping her drawn in close to his own body.
Chinese food could wait, this was a far better alternative for the moment, anyway. ]
Are you sure I won't? That's a pretty bold statement to be making, don't you think?
[Her teeth press a little harder as she tries not to laugh, making a motion as if she's attempting to nibble on him. With his arms around her, she makes no attempt to move, eventually settling up against him. ]
I'm a bold person. Specially when it comes to you.
[She lifts her head a little then, her smile almost ridiculously genuine. She looks a little like a lovestruck schoolgirl, at least up until that smile shifts into a smirk and she's left dipping her head to give the untouched side of his throat attention. ]
You can still order food, if you like.
[While she was busying herself with marking him and pretending to devour him, that is. While Clara's always bossy, the attitude she's taken on for the moment is predatory. Her hands go roaming, breath hot against his skin as she laughs, until she finds his phone in his pockets. It's handed up to him, a signal that he doesn't really have that much of a choice in the matter.]
[ His laughter becomes a bit more breathless the longer that she presses her teeth and lips against his neck, his head tilting each time to offer up more of his skin to her -- he could care less about whatever marks she might leave, it wasn't as though he actually had anywhere to be in the next few days, nor was there anyone in his life who would have actually cared about them being there.
The small group of friends that he had were more concerned with other things than with Scott's sex life. And he actually preferred it that way. ]
I've noticed that. Surprisingly bold, even.
[ One of his hands slips away from Clara in order to grab his phone from her, thumbing through his contact list with one hand before eventually finding the Chinese place where they frequently order from -- he'd probably consider it more habitual at this point. -- and pressing the send button. Cradling the device between his shoulder and his cheek, he returns his hand to its previous spot on her hip, glancing down at her as best he could without losing his hold on his phone. ]
Same as always? Or do you want something different?
[In that moment, she falls for him a little bit more. The way he just goes right along with what she's doing but keeps taking care of getting food is both endearing and hilarious to her, and she glances up from what she's doing to dumbly smile in his direction. The fact that he even has the Chinese place programmed in his phone is ridiculously adorable to her as she watches him for a few seconds.]
No need to be too adventurous. Same thing as always'll do.
[She resumes her work on devouring him via his neck, taking great care to mark him gently so that he won't slip up on the phone. After he starts ordering, she interrupts in the middle, lifting her head to interject.]
Add extra spring rolls, though. I'm a bit peckish.
[ The conversation with the woman on the other end of the line goes something along the lines of Scott doing nothing more than saying his first and last name, verifying that he still lives in the same apartment as always, and that he plans on order the exact same thing that they always do.
But that proves to be a little more difficult than usual with Clara marking up his neck and sending little electric shock of excitement straight to his brain, causing his arm around her to tighten, pulling her in just a little closer to his own body. ]
And the lady wants extra spring rolls, she's feeling a bit peckish.
[ He laughs, despite the fact that the older woman on the other side of the phone doesn't completely get what he's trying to say and he ends up clarifying himself before finally ending the call and dropping his phone onto the carpeted floor next to the couch. ]
They said the same thing they always say. Thirty to forty-five minutes. I get the feeling I could live right next door to them and they'd still say that.
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[She says it bossily, even as his hands wandering pulls a breathy laugh out of her as his touch finds one of her ticklish spots along her side. Falling into this sort of intimate affection is easy with him, and she's grateful that she's able to trust him enough that she can let her walls down in moments like this one.
Eventually, despite both of their best attempts to distract one another with kisses and lingering touches, his shirt manages to be put in place over her body. She could be responsible and pull away so he can place an order for delivery, but he's too tempting to do that just yet. Instead her lips graze across his, arms wrapping around him. Her face is nuzzled up against his chest then, before turning her head to rest her cheek against him. He's insanely cuddly, and she realizes she needs to take better advantage of that fact.]
Or I can just have you instead.
[Playfully, she grazes her teeth against his neck, breath warm against him as she laughs.]
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[ He laughs, though the sound and the words were mingled between presses of their lips against one another. Scott had quickly learned over time just how easily distracted he could become when Clara was involved -- something that usually got them scolded when in other company. How little it took for him to forget everything else going on around them in favor of sneaking kisses, or letting his hands roam along her body, seeking out new ways to make her squirm and storing the ones he finds in the back of his mind for moments just like this. ]
Me instead?!
[ He puts on an act of looking shocked at the idea, even going as far as to gasp over-dramatically at the notion -- though he doesn't hesitate to tilt his head to the side and offer up more of his neck for her teeth to slide along. ] What happened to you in that rainforest? Did you join some kind of cannibal tribe and I'm your first victim?
Or is it considered a meal, I guess? [ He teases, sliding the palms of his hands down along her sides until they come to rest at her hips, his thumbs sliding across her hipbones through the fabric of his t-shirt. ]
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Shifting her weight onto one of her legs, his thumb pressed against her hip causes the fabric of his shirt to ride up her body. ]
Think treat is the better word. [Pausing, she laughs again, beginning to guide him backward so they can fall back against the couch.] Anyway, I'm not sure you'll be feeling much like a victim when I'm done with you.
[When the back of his legs hit the couch, she pounces, falling back along with him as he hits the cushions.]
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Their steps are a little unsteady, their legs almost tangling up in one another as they cover the short distance back to the couch before falling over onto it -- and when they finally do, Scott finds himself laughing even more, his arms looping around her waist and keeping her drawn in close to his own body.
Chinese food could wait, this was a far better alternative for the moment, anyway. ]
Are you sure I won't? That's a pretty bold statement to be making, don't you think?
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I'm a bold person. Specially when it comes to you.
[She lifts her head a little then, her smile almost ridiculously genuine. She looks a little like a lovestruck schoolgirl, at least up until that smile shifts into a smirk and she's left dipping her head to give the untouched side of his throat attention. ]
You can still order food, if you like.
[While she was busying herself with marking him and pretending to devour him, that is. While Clara's always bossy, the attitude she's taken on for the moment is predatory. Her hands go roaming, breath hot against his skin as she laughs, until she finds his phone in his pockets. It's handed up to him, a signal that he doesn't really have that much of a choice in the matter.]
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The small group of friends that he had were more concerned with other things than with Scott's sex life. And he actually preferred it that way. ]
I've noticed that. Surprisingly bold, even.
[ One of his hands slips away from Clara in order to grab his phone from her, thumbing through his contact list with one hand before eventually finding the Chinese place where they frequently order from -- he'd probably consider it more habitual at this point. -- and pressing the send button. Cradling the device between his shoulder and his cheek, he returns his hand to its previous spot on her hip, glancing down at her as best he could without losing his hold on his phone. ]
Same as always? Or do you want something different?
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No need to be too adventurous. Same thing as always'll do.
[She resumes her work on devouring him via his neck, taking great care to mark him gently so that he won't slip up on the phone. After he starts ordering, she interrupts in the middle, lifting her head to interject.]
Add extra spring rolls, though. I'm a bit peckish.
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But that proves to be a little more difficult than usual with Clara marking up his neck and sending little electric shock of excitement straight to his brain, causing his arm around her to tighten, pulling her in just a little closer to his own body. ]
And the lady wants extra spring rolls, she's feeling a bit peckish.
[ He laughs, despite the fact that the older woman on the other side of the phone doesn't completely get what he's trying to say and he ends up clarifying himself before finally ending the call and dropping his phone onto the carpeted floor next to the couch. ]
They said the same thing they always say. Thirty to forty-five minutes. I get the feeling I could live right next door to them and they'd still say that.