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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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>]

[devoutish]

Very nice.

[Alfie says approvingly. He's leaning back on his seat, watching the proceedings.]

[furgood]

You're easily impressed. Going to give me a big head.

[She jumps out into the shallow water and drags the boat higher onto the sand. ]

[devoutish]

Will this be easier if I hop out?

[Already he's impressed with her strength, but he doesn't want to make things unduly difficult.]

[furgood]

I mean, purrobably. Fur sure. But it's a little late. [She grins and leans back with all her weight, getting the boat a foot or two up the sand and then letting go to fall back on the sand] That should do it. I hope.

[devoutish]

Very impressive.

[He stands unsteadily, holding out a hand to her.]

Help me out?

[furgood]

[She scrambles to her feet, a little breathless ] Right.

[The side of the boat is easier to get out from, so Meulin walks over and holds out a hand, smiling crooked ] Have to get you back on dry land.

[devoutish]

[He takes her hand and, once he's close enough, kisses the back of it.]

[furgood]

[She smiles brightly and squeezes his hand ] Better?

[devoutish]

[Once they're both out and onto the sand, he pulls her to him, pressing her as close as he can get her, his shirt collar still unbuttoned and flopping open.]

Better.

[furgood]

[A warm flash of heat floods through her at his insistence. She reaches up to that bit of exposed chest. Well as best as she can, so close to him. ] Good. [She kisses him, just as eager while the hand at his chest works at the buttons. Multitasking. ]

[devoutish]

Have you got-- a hut? Anything?

[He asks as he slides the strap of her shirt off her shoulder.]

[furgood]

[Breathless laugh. ] Come on. There's a place I sleep. [She stumbles back to catch her breath and tugs him along the sand toward the trees. A couple huts are gathered there under the trees ]

[devoutish]

[He wraps an arm around her waist as they go, quickening his pace.]

[furgood]

[She does sneak a kiss onto his cheek and unwinds from him to push open the door when they're close enough ]