[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
Are you primping? I give you your first guy orgasm and you primp after? You know, if I was the jealous type, I'd be worried you were going out to look good for Minty.
[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
Please. She's probably more interested in the new redheaded guy than the old boring one.
[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
[Mess cleaned up, he moves to stand, though he's not pulling out of her embrace. Truth be told, he's missed being touched, especially by her, and while this isn't exactly what he wanted... it was close enough.]
I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
Um, no. I'm taller, but you're Stilesier. You're funnier, dreamier, and sex-pottier. Than this guy right here. For sure.
[ granted, she hasn't exactly been announcing to the customers that hey, she's actually Rachel Dare. she doesn't know if Minty knows she's her or some new kid. but whatever, it doesn't matter. even if she was making an effort to leave an impression on people, especially people that would check out Stiles, she's completely confident they'd still go for him over boy-her. and yes, her hands are slipping under his shirt to rest on his belly, even one sliding up towards his chest, letting his shirt get dragged up along the way. all very silly and touchy ]
I still don't know how I managed to keep my hands off of you for this long. Unf. My loverboy is too hot.
You're not ever allowed to make fun of me for being touchy and weird after an orgasm again. It's totally a guy thing and I'm going to hold this over you forever. And ever.
[But he was grinning as he turned to look at her over his shoulder.]
I'm not being weird, I'm being affectionate. I'm always affectionate after we get each other off.
[ except no, not quite this much, he's right. she just doesn't realize it because it feels like the most natural thing in the world. he turns to look at her and she smushes a kiss to his cheek, laughing after ]
You were the one talking about tying me up for a week straight. [ pretending to be very scandalized by the idea yes ] And you're calling me weird.
Tying you up for a week isn't weird. [Huff] It's practical. I need to make sure you don't get pulled off to do something else before I'm completely done ravaging you. God. Wasn't that clear?
Oh, it was clear. And it is weird. Offering to sponge bathe me for a week is weird. One night, maybe. Like, a day, but not a whole week. That's insane.
[ she grins against his cheek again before sliding her hands out from under his shirt again and stepping back, reaching his hands over his head so he can stretch out a bit ]
I really should get back to work.
[ not that she's moving to do so, but the idea is there ]
Not true. [ she's stepping right back into Stiles' space as soon as she gets the chance, clingy and smoochy and skinhungry for all of five seconds before she reels it back in to just snuggling again. while they're standing in the stock room, yes. ] How could I ever sleep when all I want to be doing is loving all over you? That's impossible. You're totally wrong.
Oh, fine. Fine, fine. After work we're going back to your place though, and I'm going to snuggle you on the couch for at least an hour. If not like, six hours. I need some post-work snuggle time after all this.
[ said as she's heading for the door again, twisting the knob and pulling it open behind her ]
[He rolled his eyes at her, but he was thinking ahead to being able to get home with her and thinking as long as he kept his eyes closed and just pictured her softer smile, it might not be so bad. Maybe.]
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[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
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[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
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[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
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[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
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[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
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I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
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[ granted, she hasn't exactly been announcing to the customers that hey, she's actually Rachel Dare. she doesn't know if Minty knows she's her or some new kid. but whatever, it doesn't matter. even if she was making an effort to leave an impression on people, especially people that would check out Stiles, she's completely confident they'd still go for him over boy-her. and yes, her hands are slipping under his shirt to rest on his belly, even one sliding up towards his chest, letting his shirt get dragged up along the way. all very silly and touchy ]
I still don't know how I managed to keep my hands off of you for this long. Unf. My loverboy is too hot.
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[But he was grinning as he turned to look at her over his shoulder.]
Biased much?
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[ except no, not quite this much, he's right. she just doesn't realize it because it feels like the most natural thing in the world. he turns to look at her and she smushes a kiss to his cheek, laughing after ]
You were the one talking about tying me up for a week straight. [ pretending to be very scandalized by the idea yes ] And you're calling me weird.
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[ she grins against his cheek again before sliding her hands out from under his shirt again and stepping back, reaching his hands over his head so he can stretch out a bit ]
I really should get back to work.
[ not that she's moving to do so, but the idea is there ]
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[He balled up the napkins and tossed them in a nearby bin, then turned and looked at his apparently very sated not-girlfriend.]
I have a feeling if you were offered a bed, you'd go right to sleep. You would seriously make the worst boyfriend ever. I would be ashamed. A-shamed.
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[But he tips his head up and leans in for a kiss before drawing back.]
Alright, miss. Back to the grindstone.
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[ said as she's heading for the door again, twisting the knob and pulling it open behind her ]
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