noteasytobepink | The morning after

"Sounds good t'me." If they were going to be crazy may as well be logical about it, right?

Well, logically crazy could be interesting to explain to their friends and neighbors? Still. "Good. I like us getting along." She then inched a little closer across the table and gave him wide, sad eyes. "Pet me?"

The wide eyes made him chuckle, and he was all too happy to comply.

Leaning in for another kiss, he ran his palm along her cheek, then trailed his touch to circle her ear; playing fingertips along her neck.

That circling of her ear drew another sharp, happy gasp; verrrry sensitive there apparently, but the rest of the petting she just arched into a little like a content cat. Petttttings.

Dishes? What dishes? She'd worry about them alter yep.

With that kind of reaction he couldn't help repeat the action that drew it.

The dishes could sit around becoming science projects for all he cared, he was far more interested in kissing and petting her than worrying about cleaning up.

He did realize that the longer he played with her ear the more she was going to resemble and incredibly happy pile of goo right? He had her in the palm of his hand, she'd do anything he asked as long as he kept doing that!

A true hedonistic pleasure? Oh yeah. At least she made fun little noises for him at each stroke and play against her ear?

He was glad to see her happy, and was more than a little pleased with himself that he could do this to her. He almost expected her to purr at this rate.

While his hand kept playing with her ear, and dancing along the fine hairs at the back of her neck, his lips moved from hers to her cheek and chin. He kissed along her jaw line, and back to her other ear.

"You plannin' on stayin' up there on the table all day?"

It wasn't fair to be asked to think when he was doing that! It wasn't fair at all! She made a pathetic little noise up at him and tried to gather her thoughts. "Yes?" Was that the wrong answer? SHE'D STAY ON THE TABLE ALL DAY IF HE WANTED!

"No? Not fair Bill!"

Laughing, he nuzzled her ear with the bridge of his nose.

"What? I was just askin'. If your happy up there... "

It was so much fun to tease. Especially with her so gooey-ified by his actions.

"Mmm, yep," she noted, not really hearing a bit of what he said in favor of having her ear nuzzled. She did notice that he was close enough to touch though! She lifted one hand to trace idle circles with her nails along the back of his neck. Shared petting!

The skin at his nape prickled in a very good way.

"Hmm, s'good, that you're happy. But maybe, y'might be happy somewhere else besides the tabletop, too."

It was just a suggestion. One he followed by leaning back just a bit, and coaxed her with his hand threaded into her hair to follow.

"Oh?" she asked softly, a slow grin curling her lips as his suggestion pierced through the fog. And now he was tugging at her hair hmm?

With a low, soft chuckled she rolled up onto hands and knees and padded the rest of the way across the table to lean in for a kiss. "Suggestions?" she asked against his lips.

His hand trailed from the back of her head down her neck and in between her shoulder blades.

"Well, you could come down here with me, have a sit."

He smiled back, and kissed her.

"Oh, that's a nice invitation..." she drawled, arching her back under his hand because she could and smiling.

She'd take it under consideration.

Okay, thought about it! Time to slide into his lap in a motion more akin to oil sliding along water than anything human. What? She could move well when she was motivated!

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."

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