<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: Standing by the couch with Natalie</strong><br/><br/>This was the kind of welcome he could get used to.<br/><br/>Gray's gait caught a little as the icy-blonde stunner turned with calculated sexuality. Natalie was built to have an effect on men, and he was feeling it – hard. Her body was a study in lush curves, her hair a frozen waterfall. She had the kind of timeless beauty that would have wowed the troops painted on a WWII bomber's nose, and was no less appealing now. Gray's firm, sensual lips opened slightly in a silent expression of awe and attraction, then slowly broadened into a smile so wicked there should have been a Commandment against it. His head turned up and down, taking in the full scope of her pale nudity and the inviting swing of her hips, and his teeth flashed in reply.<br/><br/>He was still warm from his exertions, and the sleek muscles flowed under Natalie's hand as it touched Gray's torso. His own arm moved up and across, his fingers looking exceptionally dark as they traced the curve of her hip. Her skin felt like cream under his touch, calloused from free climbing, digging up and handling rocks as part of his studies. As she trailed her hands more boldly across his chest his own grip tightened, pulling her towards him until she almost tottered off those sexy skyscraper heels, only his embrace keeping her upright.<br/><br/>“Oh, I bet there's a<em>lot</em>of ways you can help me...” Gray grinned, his voice dropping into a rumbling Antipodean purr as he leaned forward. His taut body grazed her breasts, abrading those pierced nipples with his shirt fabric. He chuckled as she indicated the beer. “Can't I do both...?” he teased, throwing his head back and drinking the last drops. Dropping the can with a hollow clatter, the Aussie grasped the snowy beauty in both hands, raking his fingers through her hair and looping an arm around her lower back as he brought his lips down on hers.<br/><br/>It was a surging, eager kiss, faintly bitter-sweet from the beer on his tongue. Gray's mouth knew what it wanted... and wasn't afraid to take it. He swallowed Natalie's crimson lips, sucking lightly, sucking hard, teasing them with the tip of his tongue – and letting her feel the blood-warm metal stud that pierced the muscle drag over them.<br/><br/>“Mhhhm...” he growled, loosening his crushing embrace on the girl and planting a kiss on her chin, then under it, forcing her head up and back. Gray's fingertips traced through the roots of her hair and tickled the faint nubs of her spine as he dropped leaned over her, bending her gently backwards and devouring his way down her body. Natalie's smooth flesh was so pale that even the lightest kiss seemed to make it blush pink... and Gray's kisses were not so gentle. He bit softly at her collarbone, mouthed the swell of her breasts, and finally wrapped his burning mouth around the peak of one of those globes. The young man sucked hungrily, a slow pressure building until the pale rose nipple was taut in his mouth. He gave a throaty noise of enjoyment, and lashed Natalie's breast-tip with his tongue.<br/><br/><em>Ting!</em>The sound of his stud flicking against her nipple bar was like a tiny wind-chime vibrating through his mouth and her chest.