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( slow dancing in a burning room )

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FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[You're one terrible lazyass, Joel.

It's one thing when he takes his time and she appreciates it, it's another when it's a one-way street. Right now, Tess is gauging the situation, trying to see how much she likes the pace in the back of her head, but she's a little distracted, considering how close Joel is and what he's doing. She drops the kiss and with fingers back in his hair once he's settled, she tugs his head back so she can mouth from his neck to the shell of his ear.

That hand doesn't linger for too long though, slides down to feel at his beard before settling against his shoulder. ] - someone's havin' fun with this.

[ They're shitty people for a reason remember?

Her actions draw out a contented hum from him. Joel tilts his head forward to press his ear a little more firmly against her traveling lips, and then tilts his chin up when he feels her fingers dragging through his beard at his jaw. ]

There a problem with that?

[You just keep giving her reminders, apparently...

She laughs against his ear, drags her teeth down along the lobe before letting go and pressing a quick kiss to patch of red starting up. Pulling her head back just to get a look at him, Tess gives him a brief kiss, smiles against his lips.] Not at all, it's actually the opposite.

Nice to see you like this. [Dragging her hand down, she curls fingers against his chest, leaning away with a pleased look.] Honest.

And what way might that be?

[ For a second he meets that pleased look she's wearing with an amused one of his own. Then he's lowering his head again, lips ghosting over her collarbone, trailing it to the dip between them both at the base of her throat. ]

[There's a snort that gets cut off when he moves and instead she waits, holding her breath. Grabbing for his shirt again, her other hand trails up his arm, grips it on a gasp. She presses even closer to him, feet pressed flat against the lower cabinets now.]

You - really gonna make me answer that?

What're you afraid of?

[ A hand is moving down between them, casually tugging on the first button. He moves to the second one as his lips continue to her other collarbone, and then back up the line of her throat. ]

- afraid? [She'd laugh if she wasn't so damn occupied with his lips and that hand. Instead her head tilts back then to the side, nuzzling against his in encouragement when she can. Hands looping around to his back, she drags nails over the shirt, trying to get her own share in while he goes.]

Try again, cowboy.

Ain't got time for that.

[ The third button of her shirt comes free and then the fourth. All he has to do is push it off her shoulders and tug her free of the tank top beneath.

His teeth scrap over the front of her throat, nip at the skin. ]

Out of luck with words, then. [Feeling her shirt loosen up, she does a small shuffle with her shoulders, gets the fabric off her shoulders to show skin. Hands running back up, they thread fingers through his hair, tug his head back so she can get a look at him.

Brows raised and a quick smile, she pulls him in for a kiss with lips parted.]

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[ Her shoulders are strong, toned, the clavicle defined beneath her tight skin. He always did like the line of her shoulder and neck, whenever they lay in bed and she laid there naked beneath the sheets, and he would wake up to her back facing him, the sheet draped low to expose the expanse of her back.

Joel answers her by returning the kiss on a muffled response, lips slanting over hers while he reaches out past her lips with his tongue to taste hers. His hands busy themselves with curling in the fabric of her now unbuttoned shirt at the crooks of her elbows, tugging, trying to get it off the rest of the way. ]

[The world nowadays doesn't take kindly to those who can't hack it, and Tess' body is an example of the result. Fit and toned, she secretly likes it when he knows where Joel's looking on her, makes it harder on him when it's possible. Now is not one of those times.

For now, her lips are chapped but she tastes a little sweet from some fruit she had earlier. Lucky find, but it works for them at this point. Lips dragging across his, Tess finds her hands slipping against the pull at her shirt and she yields, an arm dropping so she can slip out of it, one after the other. Somehow she manages never to break contact, sucks on his tongue when she can.]

[ Feeling her lips close around his tongue and tease him like that, Joel groans almost helplessly. His hands push at the button up shirt to help it slip off completely, letting it fall to the counter behind her. His fingers slip up under her tanktop, curl to begin pulling it up the length of her torso. The kiss is broken as he coaxes her arms up and pulls the tank top over her head.

But it's not over yet as his hand cups the side of her ribcage beneath her left breast, his mouth ducking back down to claim hers in an embrace that's now hungry; he wants her, now, and he doesn't care if he takes her on other counter in the kitchen.

Joel cups the back of her neck with his free hand, tasting the fruit on chapped lips, enjoying it. ]

[Her knees press against his sides for certain things - like how he coaxes her out of her shirt and top with relative ease, the way her body fits against his grip, those things. Shaking her head to get stray hairs back in place, there's no time wasted in getting arms around his neck and sliding back into that kiss.

There's a noise in it, something quick while her head spins, needy. Kicking her boots off with some trouble, Tess brings a leg up to hook it around Joel's waist before drawing the kiss out as long as she can. Usually she'd make a comment about location, but that can wait.

Fisting the folds of his shirt, Tess drags her own tongue against his bottom lip.]

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[ Both of his hands slip down past the waistband of her pants and underwear, lower until he's got her ass grasped in his palms, a cheek to either hand. His fingers squeeze as he drags her to the very edge of the counter, possessive, pulling her flush against him. Good thing she's got a leg hooked around his waist, he's going to use that as leverage and pull her clean off the counter.

Joel peeks open an eye to glimpse where he's going to carry her off to, not breaking the kiss for anything. Who needs to breathe, right? ]

[Tess can't fight the gasp against the kiss at that, eyes opening to give him a look for the complete motion before she focuses back on things. Braced against him, she rakes her nails through his hair, gets a grip right after screwing up his hair even more than it usually looks.

Breathing out sharply through her nostrils as he lifts her up, she gets her other leg up and over just as security, even if she's sure he won't drop her. Her mouth drags against his when she breaks the kiss for a moment, nuzzling against him with eyes closed. There's something muttered against his lips ("you're gonna be the death of me") and she picks up from where they left, kisses him hard.

God, she can hardly wait.]

[ It would be easy, too easy, to pin her into the wall and have his way with her, especially with the way she's kissing him, leaving him delirious and needing more. Instead he makes the extra trek to the bedroom where he's lowering himself to a knee and scooting her diagonally along the mattress. Joel uses his hands down the back of her pants to push at them, the kiss broken again so he can drag open-mouthed kisses down her chest to the swell of a breast still secured in a bra cup.

Not caring at all that her jeans are still buttoned and zipped, the Texan wrestles with the bloody pants and her underwear for another moment before he's resting his forehead against her breast and glaring down her torso at them. An annoyed growl and a hard yank later and they've come straight off her hips and down her thighs.

That's better. Much better.

Before his lips are moving back to tease the edging of her bra, he's muttered against her something along the lines of "I tell you how much I hate it when you wear so many layers?". ]

[Lips swollen, there's a curse that gets hissed past them as her lower back arches, lifting hips up and off the bed. It's a quick breath that has her swallowing hard and looking down at him, fingers tangled in his hair. She fumbles reaches for his shirt to pull him back up so she can work on getting the damn thing off - it just ain't fair, having him strip her down while he hasn't given a single inch. She manages a few buttons but the focus is lost when he's talking, mouthing along her chest.

Something of a laugh before her head falls back to the sheets, hair splayed out. Nails drag over the skin she can reach and she brings both legs up, knees against either side of Joel. ]

Might've heard it once. [Voice hoarse, she speaks inbetween breaths, eyeing him. Her palm plays against the side of his neck, drags back up to his hair.] S'rich comin' from the guy who's still fully clothed.

[ He's grunting sharply at the nails dragging along his sides, body trying to twist out of their reach. ]

Your wish is my command. [ Joel teases back, a certain roughness to his voice as he's pushing up to stand on his knees between her legs, fingers deftly moving over the remaining buttons. Plaid comes free followed then by the wife-beater underneath, both articles of clothing chucked aside.

Now shirtless he lowers himself back down to mouth her breast through her bra, nipping at the rise of it as a hand slips down underneath her to splay long and callused fingers over the small of her back, pulling her naked hips up to press hard against his still clothed ones. But even in his jeans they do nothing to hide his arousal. ]

That better?

[She laughs while watching him with hands idle across her stomach, patient as can be in the meantime. Once he comes back down, arms are slipping up and around his neck while fingers get busy in his hair. There's a brief laugh from the back of her throat as she lets him indulge himself, leaning her head down to mouth at his own.

It's just when he pulls her back up close to him that there's a short breath, something that throws her off kilter. Chest rising and falling just as quick, she rolls her eyes for a moment then tugs at his hair.] We're gettin' somewhere, I'll tell you that.

[While it isn't easy to hide her need, it's not as if she's trying to anyway, so she might try a roll of her hips, biting her lip at the dual sensation. ]

[ And his respond by slowly grinding down, rocking them up. ] Not gonna help? [ Those hips of his are still a'rocking, and he's not stopping. ]

[ Joel's hand moves up the curve of her spine to where her bra is securely clasped. A shift of his wrist and he's got the hooks undone, the straps loosening at her shoulders and the left cup sliding down to reveal the peek of a dusky nipple. He's nudging her freed bra up the swell of her breast with his nose before the barest of kisses brushes the tip, a subtle way he knows to tease her and make her wanting more. ]

That'd ah— [A gasp for the constant and her nails scratch against his scalp, the pull at his hair tighter than the last one. A little warning not to test his luck. Head back against the bed, Tess arches. Her shoulders lift off of the sheets as she holds on, managing to finish the answer.] —make it too easy for you.

[Much as they've been talking for it, it's never really been about the talking when it gets down to it. It's the touches, the way he knows that kiss can get her speechless, tighten her grip on him. A hand moves down, traces over the shape of a shoulder blade: fingers first, then nail following after. It makes her a little mean, makes her want to tease him and drive him up the wall until he can't even manage coherency. Not that she can when he's got her worked up like this.

Still, she can try. Pulling a leg back, Tess works against the rock of his hips, making an attempt to slip her knee inbetween his thighs to deter him.]

[ Just as she scores and gets her knee between his thighs, Joel's mouth has closed around the tip of her breast, tongue smoothing over and around her nipple. He groans against her, short, before his lips slip off of her breast on a wet sound. His eyes dart down her stomach and then he lifts his face to bring it close to hers, his lips then brushing her chin. ]

What're you thinkin' of doin', hm?

[ Joel moves a hand down to follow the lean line of her thigh, fingers curling behind it. He doesn't make to pull her leg free, not yet. He'll wait on her answer. ]

[She hisses just as he gets his mouth where he wants, chest jutted out when she tries to arch back further. Fingers still moving, she moves over his shoulder, down to his chest where she traces circles with a nail. She finds herself satisfied with this grip, the other hand still teasing in his hair, giving a tug at that sound.

A kiss to his brow, something brief as her throat hitches with a breath. She's still at the movement of his hand, meeting his eyes for a challenge.]

Why don't you let me do it and find out that way?

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( slow dancing in a burning room )

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