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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[furgood]

I did say that you know. Five minutes. But you can't take a tease. [She runs a hand down his chest and grins]

[devoutish]

Not when it's so tempting.

[He catches her hand, kissing the fingertips.]

[furgood]

[Her breath catches] That's usually the... you know, the point.

[devoutish]

All right, then I'm not patient.

[furgood]

[She taps her fingertips on his lips ] I can't mind too much, I was trying to get this reaction. A pouncing.

[Self satisfied for a second there ]

[devoutish]

Just wait till we're on dry land.

[furgood]

Why should I wait when you clearly couldn't. [There's a pause as she glances at the island, hums, decides she had enough time and squirms her way closer to press a kiss to his lips and his neck. If he'll let her at least ]

[devoutish]

[Oh, he'll absolutely let her. He tilts his head to give her better access, enjoying the attention.]

[furgood]

[Good good. She takes advantage of that, bracing a hand on his leg and tugging his shirt aside with the other. Soft teasing kisses are laid on whatever skin that exposes. Maybe a little nip or two.]

[devoutish]

[He groans as he reaches for her, his hands in her hair, and then his eyes flutter shut, and--]

-- Don't forget we're on a boat.

[He may be reminding himself just as much as her.]

[furgood]

[She nips at the space where his neck and shoulder meet, a little harder than before ] I can do plenty on a boat you know.

[devoutish]

Don't wanna hit the shore.

[He murmurs, moving his hands down to her waist and trying to lift her onto his lap.]

[furgood]

[ It's not the easiest position honestly, given the sail and everything else, but she seems equal to the task.
The kissing is abandoned in the effort though] Now you're the voice of reason.

[devoutish]

I've got to be contrary.

[He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt.]

[furgood]

I've noticed . I'm not apologizing if I stretched your shirt. [Watches with a hum, tapping her fingers in his shoulder]

[devoutish]

I won't complain.

[He ducks a finger under her own shirt collar, running it along her collarbone.]

[furgood]

Good cause you started it.

[Her eyes half close, watching him in a bit of haze and shifting a little on his lap. Her hand creeps up his shoulder to curl at the nape of his neck]

[devoutish]

[She'll definitely feel his jump in interest down there when she shifts, though he's polite enough not to mention it. He'll undo another of his shirt buttons, though.]

[furgood]

[There's no mention of it from Meulin except for a little smile, almost shy. It blooms into something less shy and more teasing when he undoes another button]

Getting hot or trying to tempt me too? Makes me wish I had buttons.

[devoutish]

You don't need them.

[He moves his hand down, now, to the bottom edge of her shirt, ghosting his fingers up underneath.]

[furgood]

I may not need them but it'd still be purrfect. One by one.

[Her other hand joins the first looped around his neck and her shirt lifts an inch or two. Helpful. She's helpful.]

[devoutish]

Inch by inch instead?

[He suggests, lifting it just a little higher.]

[furgood]

[Her breath catches then stutters out ] Do you like to be teased? Or is this mutual teasing, related gratifi--

[Her eyes drift up and over and catch how close they are to those sand banks. She fumbles backwards, half on his lap, half off, to pull the sail in and grab up the oar ] Sorry-- just-- the mood still be ruined even more if we crash.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Yeah, go on.

[With a lazy grin, he reaches out to help steady her, if she needs it.]

But I hope to see more of you when we've landed.

[furgood]

[She throws him a brilliant smile, even as she starts to get things back under her control.]

Oh I think we can make that happen


[Despite her panic, she has them smoothly approaching the island within minutes. When they slide to a stop on the sands, it's a little jarring but only just a little. </ small>]