[ 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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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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