IC contact for maskormenace

[devoutish]

You've reached Alfie Solomons. Leave your name and state your business.

Alfie can be reached via the imPort network, or via a home phone and answering machine. He does have a cell phone, but it's not publicly available.

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[devoutish]

[Slower momentum isn't a good thing for either of them right now, but he supposes that he deserves it. He flashes her a wink, then speeds up, skimming his hands down her sides to hold her hips in turn.]

[maevelous]

Giddyup, cowboy.

[ Maeve teases, giving his ass a slap when he goes back to a more rapid rhythm. She matches the motion of his hips in kind, eyes fluttering closed as she moans -- friction building as she find herself nearly on the verge of climax. ]

[devoutish]

[That is the dorkiest thing she could possibly have said, and it makes him laugh, though not unkindly. He's not far off from coming himself, though it's a point of pride to make sure she gets there first, and so he grits his teeth and tries to hold back, speeding up the tempo as he does so.]

[maevelous]

[ Then it hit its mark. There's something almost endearing about his lighthearted laughter -- that they aren't simply two people engaged in an intimate encounter, but two people truly enjoying one another's company. Maeve smiles, and it's warm, as she leans up to capture his face in her hands and kiss him once again.

She draws in a sharp breath as orgasm strikes, muscles clenching around him as she rides out the waves of pleasure. The kiss intensifies, tongue capturing his as a few moans break in her throat. ]

[devoutish]

[There she goes. She'll feel him grin against her mouth, kissing back hard as he grinds down hard, letting himself go soon after her - pulling out of the kiss so that he can let loose a moan of his own, and then dropping back into it just as quickly.]

[maevelous]

[ The kiss, passionate at first, slowly ebbs to something softer -- more relaxed as Maeve tapers off, fingers tracing his back. ]

Well, darling, you certainly haven't lost your touch.

[devoutish]

Nor you yours.

[He chases her hand with his, lightly running a finger along the back of it.]

You'll stay a bit, I hope. Have some tea or coffee?

[maevelous]

Offer me something a bit harder and I'm here as long as you'd like.

[ She didn't plan on heading out so soon anyway. After all, they had plenty of time to make up for. ]

[devoutish]

Mm. Whiskey? Rum? Of course, I'll have to get up to fetch it.

[Which is not a very attractive-sounding idea right now.]