noteasytobepink | The morning after

He blinked at the way she slid into his lap, and then kissed her with a grin.

"You're so... slinky," Slinky was a word, right? He was thinking more like a cat than the spring.

And, since she was so cat-like and enjoyed it so much, he resumed the petting when she was in his lap. Running both hands now along her back, from her shoulders down to the hem of the towel around her waist, and back up again.

"Slinky is good," she chuckled. "Slinky is fine!" And it amused him so that was a bonus as well!

And who didn't enjoy being petted? Really, who?!

He needed a Clarice melting against his chest didn't he? Melting against his chest and nibbling his neck idly in happiness? Yep, she thought so.

"Slinky is great." At least, he thought so.

Having her pressed against him was pretty great, too. Leaning against the back of his chair, he kept up the motions of his hands, bowing his head so he could press his lips to her shoulder while still giving her access to his neck.

"So, you just as happy here as you were up on the table?"

"Still got your undivided attention so...yeah!" she laughed softly against his neck and teased teeth along his Adams apple. "You think a chair is better than the table?" Bets to learn his furniture preferences now if she was going to be randomly jumping him in the future?

Just saying!

Granted, the chair had it's merits. Merits like straddling Bill and hiking her towel up to the top of her thighs...still. Table was flat. That had merits too!

"Well yeah, 'cause now you're a lot closer." Proximity to her made it much, much better.

Her shift made it even moreso. His hands roamed down from her back to slide over her bare thighs, and he nodded to himself.

"Yep, this is much better."

"Hmmm, lazy sheriff could have joined me properly on the table!" she noted cheerfully. Time to kiss lines from his throat, along his jaw, and up to nibble his ear! Yes! "So what now sir?" This one was up to him?

He chuckled, throat bobbing with the laugh and under her attention.

"I'm not sayin' I'm fat, but I don't think that table would've held me."

And he didn't feel like taking the chance to find out.

Giving her a sly grin, he teased fingertips along the edges of her towel.

"I do recall there bein' a mention of round-two earlier."

And with breakfast eaten, he was up for it (literally).

"Pfft, why invest in a table that won't hold you?" Really, that was silly!

She shifted slightly under his fingertips and grinned when that hip shift caused some rubbing. "Well, yes, there was that. Did you invest in stronger chairs or are we talking about moving again?"

"I didn't realize that was a sellin' point I shoulda looked at, since I don't spend much time on top of 'em." Next time he'd be sure and test that before purchasing.

Bill shifted on the chair, too, testing it's sturdiness and doing a bit more rubbing in the process.

"Hm, we can move if y'like, but I think we'll be okay." As long as they didn't go toppling backwards, of course.

Furniture should always be bought with sturdiness in mind! What if evil ninjas attacked and you were in the kitchen? What if the room flooded and you had to stand on the table? What if you wanted to pin a sheriff to one?!

"Nah, we can stay put," she wasn't apt to move away from petting and snogging to be honest, furniture safety or no. "I'm going to regret not undoing your towel before I slid into your lap though aren't I?" Because eventually she'd have to move away some...

And this was them. Toppling over backward was an actual risk!

Bill never considered ninja attacks when furnishing his home. Shame on him.

"Good, I was hopin' you'd say that," because he wasn't really wanting to move away, either.

Glancing down at his lap, he chuckled.

"That might've been smart, but I'm sure we'll figure somethin' out."

Given who he was living with now he might want to consider it?

"Glad I can meet your expectations," she chuckled and leaned back just enough to start running hands along his chest. "And me? I'm all for the tease until one or the other of us can't take it anymore and attacks the towels." Granted, she said this while tweaking one of his nipples.

All was fair after all.

He flinched at the pinch, grinning wickedly.

"That mean this is gonna be a stand off?"

That, could be fun.

And since all was fair, his head ducked and he nipped at her collarbone, running his tongue over the spot while his hands worked over the skin of her thighs.

"Mmm, stand off, sit off, whatever floats your boat lover." She grinned and reached down to snag one of his hands with her own free one (her other was busy thank you).

Yes, his hand, all the better to nibble his fingertips and then slowly suck one of his fingers past her lips.

His eyes lifted from their focus on her shoulder, and watched her take his finger in.

Yeah, he was probably going to lose this one. But that really wouldn't be so bad. In the meantime, he'd try to at least make it interesting.

Bowing his head again, he nipped at her earlobe, moving his mouth and teeth down to the pulse point on her throat, and along her shoulder; sucking a bruise on her collar.

His free hand slid up along her side until he was cupping her breast, and kneading it.

She let her tongue play along the whorls of his finger then his knuckles before teasing teeth lightly over his skin as she drew back and...started on the next finger. Hard, drawing suckling that bumped his palm against her chin a time or two but...

...but oh. Some bruising was nice honestly. The pressure on her collarbone and the kneading was enough to make her nuzzle and hum happily against his fingers. Her other hand was going to abandon his nipple in favor or wrapping in his hair and holding him closer.

It'd be back though!

She was killing him with her mouth, and had his hips arch when she took his finger in deep.

When she pulled him close he exchanged his hand for his mouth, leaving her collar and bending lower to place his mouth on her breast. His teeth grazed her nipple lightly, and his tongue followed to swirl around it.

His hand went from her chest around to her back, and slid down, squeezing her ass through the terry cloth she had on.

If he was going to play that way, and oh gods she liked the turn the game had taken yes! But if he was going to play that way it was time to arch her hips against his start timing that suckling to the undulations.

Luckily she had no desire to see him dead?

Nope.

Just really, really naked.

And that hand in his hair was going to start combing down to his neck to tease nails along the skin there. Mmmm, yep.

Oh, she was definitely going to win this one. It was taking all his will power to not yank off her towel, and in fact he couldn't keep his hand from fisting in it a moment before he reopened his hand and used his open palm to pull her against him.

A shiver raced down his spine with the rake of her nails, and he lifted his mouth to gasp against her skin.

"Christ-- "

Well, she'd probably only win because she had a really good imagination a good solid mouthful of him? Even if it wasn't the mouthful she really wanted!

That little oath though? That made her laugh warmly, the action giving her throat just a touch more depth...

...hmmm, it would be so easy to slide off his lap and nudge that towel aside wouldn't it? There was a thought. Ohhh, or she could not nudge the towel aside, mouth him through the cloth and still stay within the rules.

Oh, yeah, she liked that idea. Thought was action to the deed as she drew her mouth off his fingers with a last, lingering lick before fighting free of his grasp to slide down in front of his knees.

For a moment, as she wriggled free, he thought maybe he had won, and he was totally willing to go ahead and give in and help her with her own towel. But then she was pulling away completely, and he looked at her in confusion.

"What're you-- "

Then she was kneeling in front of him, and the words died in his throat as his brain went offline for a moment as he looked down at her.

She grinned up at him wickedly for a good long moment before ducking down to wrap her lips around the most prominent fold in the towel. And her hands were going to brace on his thighs to keep that towel from...slipping...

...wouldn't want that would they?

Granted, the thick layers of toweling did limit what she could actually get in her mouth but...it got the point across didn't it?

It did, and Bill found himself gripping the sides of the chair just to keep still.

It was good, but certainly not enough and finally he broke.

Letting out a shaky breath, he shook his head at her.

"Fuck, Clarice, uncle already, I give. You're makin' me crazy here." In a good way, a very, very good way, but she had him needing more.

She nipped the top of the towel arch and laughed before sliding her hands up his thighs under the towel. "Few more minutes of frustration there and I'd have cracked..." she admitted. It was a close game!

"Your choice though...want me to stay down here?" And now she was satisfying that initial desire to nudge toweling aside! Yay!

Minutes, she had him beat by miles if she'd actually been able to hang on that long.

His skin prickled beneath the slide of her hands, and hell, she couldn't ask him a question like that in this situation! The answer was invariably, "Uh... "

He did manage a slow head nod, and a quirked smile.

"Yeah, if-- yeah."

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