<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside villa - by daybeds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,  red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She wasn't really giving him any sort of opportunity to say, No.  Or to insist that he as fine where he was.  Or that it might be nice to just be in a bed with her.  This wasn't highschool nor his first time in a bed with an attractive woman.  So there was no reason for him to feel...nervous.  Yes, she was attractive...and fun but he certainly didn't need to be scared of her.  She was grinning and teasing him.  Challenging him in a way...and a good part of him did not want to be found lacking in her eyes.<br/><br/>He gave her a very small smile...as if he was truly assessing her and the situation they were in.  Silent as the sky above them was slowly turning from black...to a murky grey with the faintest hint of blue as the rising sun grew closer and closer to the horizon.<br/><br/>As things grew more clear...so did Delaney.  She seemed to shine this early in the morning despite her protestations about the morning.  She looked better and better with each passing moment.<br/><br/><em>"I'm just a big believer in a lady's right to choose."</em>, he held her gaze despite the warmth that seemed to dance through his abdomen.<em>"...but...it seems like you're giving me permission so..."</em><br/><br/>He smiled...and then seemingly, suddenly aware that he was smiling too much he squashed it some by drawing his lower lip into his mouth.  He reached down to untie his shoes, slipping them off before getting out of the chair.  Taking off his ballcap and tossing it onto the chair he had been using and then shifted smoothly onto the mattress beside her.  Rather than laying down completely...he scooched back far enough so that he could sit...or sortof recline against the pillows present on the day bed.  He wasn't have a significant amount of success with it however as the pillows seemed to slowly slide out from under him whenever he leaned back.<br/><br/>Pressing his lips together in irritation, he gave Delaney a competent smile.<em>"I got this..."</em>Reaching back and adjusting the pillows again...only for them to slide out from under the weight of him...again. So it went for about thirty seconds as he grappled with the slippery pillows until he realized Delaney was there...and watching him.  Giving her an awkward smile...resting his arms against his chest and sitting back against the pillows again...a soft, slithering sound accompanying the pillows as they slid away...and he simply held his position...as though it were an awkward sit up.<br/><br/>Giving her a semi-confident grin...looking totally relaxed...or maybe the opposite of it.<br/><br/><em>"This is...completely comfortable."</em>, he shook his head slightly...in a fully convincing manner.<em>"I'm...totally not doing a sit up right now."</em>