<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">Pair: Amelia/Jesse<br/>
Location: Purple Room</span></b><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">She bit her lip, trying to ignore the urge to grab, to pull at his clothes and run her hands all over the new tantalizing skin but couldn’t quite stop the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Sharp, excited, the beginnings of a positively feral thing. It betrayed her, left no second guesses or half assed questions on just how much she liked what she saw.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc66ff">“Glad I don’t disappoint,” she purred, touching his wrist and trailing up his arm.</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">It was sinful how good he looked. Absolutely unforgivable to not touch.<br/>
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So she did, because obviously it’d be a crime not to. Practically hovering over his hips with her fingertips she gave him a teasing look; pressing that little bit more into toned skin to graze and tease along his sides, petting across ribs and up to his chest, hands splayed across to rub across as much skin as possible. Sweeping against dusty nipples she let a finger scratch gently across the nub, giving it a soft tug before grudgingly pulling away to let him move again, aiming a raised brow and quirked lip at the mischievous look for her troubles while she was at it.<br/>
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As he moved she caught on quickly to what he wanted. Eyes flashing to the edge of his jeans as he worked the fabric off and she groaned at the sight. Hands itching to touch and something inside her aching, a need to have that hard and heavy against her tongue curling heavy in her chest.<br/>
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She moaned softly, heat crawling up her spine and cheeks flushing warmly at the sight. Reaching down, hands running down and curling around his hip brushing the groves and further with a breathy sigh Amelia curled a hand to hold the other lightly, not doing much more than gently holding him with her free hand tightening her hold on his hip. Giving it a small pump she ran her thumb down the slit before pressing against the head a bit more firmly, meanly giving him that smallest bit of rough pleasure before denying him again, simply holding him in her hand in a tease. Enjoying the weight of him in her hand.<br/>
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Lost in her teasing she’d been a bit surprised when he drew her loser, letting him go, startled but finding it not unpleasant. Groaning into the kiss she dragged her hands back up, appreciatively throwing her arms around his shoulders to drag him closer with a gasp and groan of pleasure, happy to drag her nails across his back and press against him. Running up his back to his neck one hand left its conquest, petting against the back of his neck as she broke from the kiss with a gasp and nip to his lip, pulling away to run a hand through his hair and questioningly grip it to try and pull him into another kiss. <br/>
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She’d barely pressed close enough to brush their lips together far more chaste than it had any right to be with the heated groan that bubbled past her lips at being manhandled. Wrapped around to help his hold she loosened once he laid her down, hand petting one across his chest with hooded eyes before splaying out across the bed happily, twisting to eye him up as he dropped down next to her.<br/>
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Smirking she opened her mouth to compliment the view before stopping, eyes widening briefly in surprise at his words. She laughed, a loud, bright thing, running a hand through her choppy locks. “It is, isn't it?” She got out between a giggle, twisting to lie down on her side to watch him better.  “Sinfully soft.” She hummed, smile turning a bit softer and eyes closing as she nuzzled into the hand with a happy hum.<br/>
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Eyes opening Amelia shifted, lips twitching at the corners, “you’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, pressing her own hand to cup the one against her cheek briefly only to let go once he began to shift, tugging her into another kiss. One she was all too happy to press into, shoving closer to his body to twist a hand into his hair, tugging closer to nip at his lip, begging to be let in with a wispy whine.<br/>
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“A-ah,” she moaned, tugging at his hair, “please.” She moaned.<br/>
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Pressing chest to chest she whimpered a small broken sound, arousal curling down her spine at the heavy ache of him against her thigh. A reminder of the hunger she’d felt at the sight and it was enough to give her a small bit of clarity, or rather the will to twist away from the others lips and tug away from the warm body pressed up against hers for a few more seconds.<br/>
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Hands splayed to roughly push against his chest she pushed against him, shoving and rolling him onto his back, throwing a leg over his hip to straddle him in one smooth motion that had her propped up with her hands on his chest, happily pawing at the skin and thighs hugging his hips. A happy chance of fate on her part letting his dick rub against and between her folds through her lacy panties in a firm drawl, arching with a small surprised whine and a rough roll of her hips against the firm length that had her squirming for a moment.<br/>
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“O-oh, mmph,” she sighed, wiggling her ass against his pelvis briefly. <br/>
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Lifting her ass she leaned forward, one hand straying down to lightly pump his cock and the other splayed between her chest and his as she put her weight on her knees to lean against his chest and giving him a lusty look between long lashes. “Call me Amelia,” she said, hand pausing to squeeze lightly “so you know whose name you’ll be moaning tonight.” She drawled.<br/>
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Finger dipping to flick the slit of the tip she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “and who's the handsome man I’m supposed to be screaming for tonight?” she murmured against his lips, giving another pump and flick of her wrist from base to tip.</span></div>
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