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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.

I'd be content doing a few other things as well as just laying. [That arm around her slowly rubbing circles against the small of her back.]

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.]

[Of the two of them, she is clearly better at not appearing as if she's a lovestruck teenager. She might not be staring, but the way her eyes occasionally dart away from him and how her lips keep curling into a smile she tries to hide by chewing on her bottom lip make it all the more obvious.]

I love you, too. [And, it crosses her mind more than once that she'll need to really talk to him about that ex of his, but she pushes it far, far into the back of her mind. Instead, she focuses her energy on reaching up and lightly wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through his short hair against his scalp. Because after this display and an agreement on vanilla, she can't help but add:] Make love to me, James.

[Talking, James has decided, will come later, and he'll do it willingly enough. The whole story has to come out eventually, along with that annoying subject of 'feelings', but for now he's happy to enjoy the evening. Especially with a request made like that.]

Gladly. [He rumbles softly, easily squirming out of the last bit of clothing and kicking it aside. With a light sigh of effort, he rolls over her, a hand either side of her head as he leans in for a nuzzle and a night of cuddles and intimacy. It'll be pretty hideous.]

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