[Just mildly relieved. It's a step in the right direction, or it means she's going to murder him. To be fair that wouldn't be an awful option either.] Might need a hand with that.
[It's a good job he was half preparing for that and it shows at how easily he's prepared to lean into her the moment he shows up, arms coiling around her waist.]
[She's wrapped around his little finger and he knows it... sigh.]
You have that right, you know. [She takes that as a cue to pull him down a little while she shifts her weight to the tips of her toes to reach him and press her lips to his.]
[And yet half the time he's certain he's the one around her little finger. It must be a careful balance.
With the kiss drawing in, James leans down to meet her, all to eager to deepen it as a hand at her lower back presses her hips against his. He can't be blamed for a little over enthusiasm. It feels like forever since they were last at it.]
[She hesitates when he pulls her closer, but she snaps out of it long before she removes her tongue from his mouth.
She almost says something, almost, but instead grabs his collar and tugs him toward her and the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she stumbles and sits down, pulling him on top of her.]
I love you too, darling, and don't forget that so easily.
[All good with the direction of the dragging, planting a knee beside her on the bed as she pulls him with her, just to get his balance sorted. He leans and dusts his lips across the curve of her neck, mumbling out a content little:] You're gorgeous.
You'll have to do worse to make me forget. [ That's not an invitation or a challenge.
She tilts her head back to (hopefully) get her hair out of the way and lets out an appreciative hum. Her hand slides over the curve of his shoulder, quickly turning into a soft raking of her nails. The voice that follows is husky and lascivious.] I do try, handsome.
Or, perhaps it's just difficult to respond to that sort of compliment. "Thank you," just sounds odd, doesn't it?
[But let's not start a conversation right now. She peers to the side, almost embarrassed, but soon meets his eyes.] I hope that you feel that way for a long time. But let's not kill the mood with a talk, alright?
I'm not particularly in the mood for that sort of thing tonight, but I'm not against compromising.
[She doesn't seem to mind the cuddling, either, curling her head toward his while quietly laughing. Don't let her ever try to convince you that she doesn't like this, James.]
[He shifts to slide down into the space beside her, curling into an embrace with an arm and leg draped over her oh-so clingy in his manner. He's been starved of her attention for a few days and needs to make up for it.] I rather need my mouth in this case.
[She quite enjoys this, moving a little to make room for him to latch onto her. Following suit, she leans in, twisting so she faces him.] Is there something you want to talk about?
I thought you didn't want to kill the mood with talk? [Because really, he's all good for just getting raunchy all night long. Not that that's any surprise.]
Oh, I--[She laughs now, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth to cover a growing smile.] Forget it. I would be content just laying here with you, after all.
Cut an addict off and it's all he can think about. [She allows his hand to slide off her body when she shifts to a sitting position, then begins to work at undressing him in a way so calm that the only explanation is she's doing it to tease him. (It's okay, give her a second and she'll get frustrated and pull it finish in record time.) His shirt is practically torn off, but the pants are a bit of an issue.] Lift your hips.
[There's a glance of curiosity as she sits up, but he soon catches on as her hands grapple for the fabric of his shirt. Once that's off, he's propping himself up on his elbows and arching his back, angling his hips up just long enough to get those fitted pants down his legs.]
Who's the addict, exactly? [Because aww yeah he's all for sitting in his boxerbriefs (they're black, like his sooooul) but, y'know, it's a bit different from talking.]
[She manages only to let a little laugh escape her. It's quiet and happy, if the cheeky grin that accompanies it isn't enough to realize that.
Shimmying his pants off, she tosses them to some corner of her room that hopefully won't require a lot of digging to find tomorrow morning. Still sitting with her body twisted toward him, she removes the blouse that she was wearing and hesitates on the slacks.] Don't challenge me to withhold it because you know that I will. [Except she's already to her feet, removing her pants, sliding them down her long legs and throwing them (hopefully) near his.]
There's no challenge from me. [He admits almost immediately, hands lifting off the bed enough to signal his defeat, steering away from being awkward or contrary if it means not slowing down her stripping. He's not all that good with patience once the clothes come off, that much has always been apparent, and he's already shifting his weight onto one elbow while reaching out a hand towards her. Mostly straight for her boobs, because he has no self-discipline.]
Come here, darling, let us have a vanilla night, hm?
[The look of relief on her face is fairly visible; it was only a bluff on her part. The lack of an argument between the two of them -- playful or otherwise -- was a good sign. She leans onto the bed, a knee first to the mattress then the other.]Missionary, huh? I never knew you had it in you.
[Teasingly, she grins from ear to ear while unhooking her bra.] And here I was going to fall to my knees.
Well... if you'd rather something else, I won't mind. [Sly and not at all subtle, but there isn't much subtle about James Bond and sex talk.
He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.
No, no. You've sealed your fate! Perhaps another time. [Tomorrow morning, she means.
She lets out a quiet sound, like he had pulled her with great force.] Vanilla, then. Just for tonight. [She returns to the position she'd first been in, laying flat on her back while her hands move to her hips and she slides off the last bit of clothing she's wearing.]
[James still keeps himself attached, that arm still around her as he rolls on his side to watch, smiling like a derp the whole time. Surprisingly, he's not really looking at the underwear removal, more focused on staring dreamily towards her like some lovestruck teen. This is what happens when she deprives him for more than a few days.]
Love you. [He might even get round to taking his own boxers off in a second, once he's done being a sap.]
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You have that right, you know. [She takes that as a cue to pull him down a little while she shifts her weight to the tips of her toes to reach him and press her lips to his.]
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With the kiss drawing in, James leans down to meet her, all to eager to deepen it as a hand at her lower back presses her hips against his. He can't be blamed for a little over enthusiasm. It feels like forever since they were last at it.]
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She almost says something, almost, but instead grabs his collar and tugs him toward her and the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she stumbles and sits down, pulling him on top of her.]
I love you.
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She tilts her head back to (hopefully) get her hair out of the way and lets out an appreciative hum. Her hand slides over the curve of his shoulder, quickly turning into a soft raking of her nails. The voice that follows is husky and lascivious.] I do try, handsome.
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[He withdraws enough to stare like the huge creeper his is, a ridiculously please smile tugging at his lips.] How could I ever want for more?
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[But let's not start a conversation right now. She peers to the side, almost embarrassed, but soon meets his eyes.] I hope that you feel that way for a long time. But let's not kill the mood with a talk, alright?
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[Leaning back in for more nuzzles, smirking slyly into the schmoozing.]
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[She doesn't seem to mind the cuddling, either, curling her head toward his while quietly laughing. Don't let her ever try to convince you that she doesn't like this, James.]
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Who's the addict, exactly? [Because aww yeah he's all for sitting in his boxerbriefs (they're black, like his sooooul) but, y'know, it's a bit different from talking.]
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Shimmying his pants off, she tosses them to some corner of her room that hopefully won't require a lot of digging to find tomorrow morning. Still sitting with her body twisted toward him, she removes the blouse that she was wearing and hesitates on the slacks.] Don't challenge me to withhold it because you know that I will. [Except she's already to her feet, removing her pants, sliding them down her long legs and throwing them (hopefully) near his.]
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Come here, darling, let us have a vanilla night, hm?
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[Teasingly, she grins from ear to ear while unhooking her bra.] And here I was going to fall to my knees.
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He reaches impatiently forward, hooking an arm around her waist and tugging her to him, making a not entirely successful job of untangling her bra from her arms. He's too busy staring dreamily up at her.] I want to do whatever will make you happy, my darling.
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She lets out a quiet sound, like he had pulled her with great force.] Vanilla, then. Just for tonight. [She returns to the position she'd first been in, laying flat on her back while her hands move to her hips and she slides off the last bit of clothing she's wearing.]
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Love you. [He might even get round to taking his own boxers off in a second, once he's done being a sap.]
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