[Her nails aren't that sharp, luckily. He shifts a little further up until his head is tucked under her chin. He's not sleepy, per say, but he feels pleasantly boneless and just wants to lay here for a bit.]
[ She's just fine with that. In response to his shifting, she moves her head to press a kiss to his hair, amused that he's the one tucking beneath her chin instead of the other way around. Her fingertips slide over his ribs, absentmindedly tracing. ]
[What can he say? He likes to switch it up sometimes. And he also likes the way he can hear her heartbeat going under his ear. He props himself up a little to kiss along her collarbone.]
I reckon you should have more rows with your flatmates, if this is how they're all going to turn out.
[ Humming slightly, pleased as he starts to kiss her again, Ariadne gently massages his scalp. ]
We've had worse. Not me and Eames, we actually get along pretty well, but in general. [ Another kiss to his hair. ] He just doesn't like people in his personal areas. [ See that, Eames? She's trying. ] Not without warning, at least.
[ It's slower this time, warmer; this is what she'd asked him over for, at least in part. Her hands aren't staying idle, sliding over him and massaging slightly. ]
[ "Somewhat" frantic is a bit of an understatement half the time. It helps that they've already gone one round, though; she's still pleased, lazy, and if it didn't go any farther than this, she wouldn't mind -- well, wouldn't mind any other time, that is. ]
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[ That's better. It encourages her to shift into him slightly -- and gives her a chance to look at the marks she's left behind. ]
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[He mumbles it sleepily into her shoulder. Those are definitely nail mark on his pasty ginger ass, yep.]
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Mmhmm. [ There's another shift, then her own arm slips around him. ]
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I reckon you should have more rows with your flatmates, if this is how they're all going to turn out.
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We've had worse. Not me and Eames, we actually get along pretty well, but in general. [ Another kiss to his hair. ] He just doesn't like people in his personal areas. [ See that, Eames? She's trying. ] Not without warning, at least.
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[It's very hard not to start purring when she's got her hands in his hair like that.]
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I'm supposed to let him know. Of course, it's tempting to find an apartment elsewhere anyway. There's too much testosterone in this house.
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You're fine.
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[You're lucky he's young, Aria. He could go all night.]
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Definitely. [ Now let her kiss you. ]
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