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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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[justgo]

[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.]

[beardedflannel]

[ 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? ]

[justgo]

[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.]

[beardedflannel]

[ 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?". ]

[justgo]

[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.

[beardedflannel]

[ 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?

[justgo]

[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. ]

[beardedflannel]

[ 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. ]

[justgo]

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.]

[beardedflannel]

[ 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. ]

[justgo]

[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?