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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[furgood]

[Her bra is far too lacy for its own good but it is Capitol made so it at least does its job well. And she's got enough of a chest to need that support ]

Let me just...[She undoes the last buttons on his shirt, or at least attempts to. Her breath comes a little faster at his touch ]

[devoutish]

I like this.

[He fingers the bra, not trying to take it off just yet. He'll shrug out of his own shirt completely, though, baring his shoulders and chest.]

[furgood]

It's pretty, just kind of impractical. I wish you luck getting it off.

[She traces down his chest and preses a soft kiss to his neck and then his collarbone ]

[devoutish]

I'm trying not to rip it.

[And he's searching around for a clasp of some kind. He's usually pretty good with bras, but those are the bras of his own time.]

[furgood]

I have others you know. Not exactly like this but. Similar. [She nips at the base of his throat and puts her hands on his hips, squeezing lightly] Easier to get out of than half my dresses.

[devoutish]

Are you telling me to rip your brassiere, Meulin?

[furgood]

No--I was-- If you don't get it off soon I'm not letting you take it off at all. I'll taunt you with it. [She slips herself into his lap and presses close, so he can feel the difference between lace and skin ]

[devoutish]

[Welp, no more fooling around now. He pops the clasp and gently pulls it off, then wastes no time smoothing his fingers over the bare skin along the underside of her breasts.]

[furgood]

[Proper motivation and all. Not that he needed it but Meulin is impatient. There's a little sigh at the ever present relief of being freed from a bra and then a little catch in her breath ] Better.

[Settled in his lap gives her plenty of options on what to do next but she doesn't take much advantage. Simply time for more eager kissing ]

[devoutish]

Now you're further along than me.

[He murmurs, shifting a little under her. He's not in any particular rush, though - there's too much to admire right in front of him.]

[furgood]

Hmm? [Laughs] How's that? Shirt, shirt.

[devoutish]

[He counters:]

Two pieces of clothing, one piece of clothing.

[furgood]

[Hum ] You have fewer pieces than me. Do belts count in this? Socks, shoes?

[devoutish]

I don't know.

[He says, pretending to consider this.]

Why don't you take off the belt and see.

[furgood]

[Trying and failing to hide a grin]

Oh let's see. [She carefully undoes his belt and attempts to pull it off. It's a process ]

[devoutish]

[But hopefully not a difficult one - his belt is fairly uncomplicated. He'll leave her to do it all by herself as he continues running his hands over her shoulders and chest. He wants to lean in for a kiss - either to her mouth, or elsewhere - but doesn't want to get in the way of her mission.]

[furgood]

[It only takes as long as it does because she's not used to doing this seated on the person's lap. It requires a little more squirming and awkward reaching, distracted by his caresses.

That and her determination to remove it entirely and not just undo the buckle. She grins, draping it over her shoulders and holding the ends taut ]

Two and two then.

[devoutish]

Gonna keep that?

[He makes a playful swipe for it.]

[furgood]

I might. [Grins and drapes it over her arms like a shawl] I took it off all by myself, fair is fair.

[devoutish]

Does that mean I get some of your things?

[His hands trail down to whatever she's wearing as a lower garment, searching for buttons or ties.]

[furgood]

[She tilts her head in contemplation] Meowbe. [She's wearing one of her nicer pairs of shorts, with lace insets and decorative trim but there is indeed a button to be found ]

I'll need the shirt and shorts back unless you want me to walk back topless.

[devoutish]

That would be very scandalous, yes.

[He undoes the button, then starts slooooowly sliding the shorts down her hips.]

[furgood]

[She lifts her hips helpfully, dropping the belt to put her hands on his shoulders .
Her eyes half close ]

[devoutish]

All right?

[He murmurs, his fingers hooking around the edge of her underwear, just on the cusp of pulling them down along with her shorts.]

[furgood]

Hmn? [Her attention is on those small sensations, the whisper of touch. She drags her gaze up to focus on him and smiles ] Yes. Worried?

[She strokes down his chest lazily and undoes the button of his pants ]