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Post by Brandi on Jul 8, 2007 12:56:49 GMT -5
*Brandi followed his gaze and looked back to him with a mischievous smile.*
"Cry-Baby Walker...you ain't getting ideas, are you? I don't know if I could bear such a thing."
*She played coy for a moment before pouncing him, mug balanced precariously.*
"But I'm perfectly content to try. As an artist, I abhor the censorship of inspiration."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 8, 2007 20:26:11 GMT -5
*Cry-baby's eyes widened with false innocence.*
"I thought you liked my ideas," *he protested, gazing up at her.* "And as an artist and a... a patron, I'd hate to think either of us would keep th'other from a little experimentin'."
*He took a dollop of cream and, with one painterly stroke, dappled her shoulder with it before bending up to slowly lick it off.*
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Post by Brandi on Jul 8, 2007 20:30:46 GMT -5
*Brandi smiled at his feigned innocence, her lashes fluttering shut at the cold of the cream on her skin. The warmth of his mouth replacing it evoked a languid moan as she leaned her lips against his ear, whispering breathily.*
"Oh, Baby...I love your ideas. And I would never keep your experimenting."
*She sucked his earlobe before adding gently.*
"Is there anything I can do to...facilitate such studies?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 8, 2007 22:47:13 GMT -5
"You can remove that nightie," *he suggested.* "Think this kinda thing requires some more, uh, space to work in."
*He helped her pull the shift over her head and proceeded to liberally apply whipped cream to those areas he felt most in need of attention.*
"Feel good?" *he asked, his lips against her hip.*
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Post by Brandi on Jul 8, 2007 22:52:48 GMT -5
"Oh!"
*Brandi gasped and the delightful combination of cold and warm and sweetness of it. It set her skin to tingling. She swallowed, trying to calm her shallow breathing and fluttering lashes.*
"It does...it's so..."
*Her eyes opened and she lifted a spoonful.*
"Let me show you."
*She pressed against his chest gently, leaning him back against the bed before tracing a cool path with the cream from his chest to his navel. Then she licked it up agonizingly slowly.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 9, 2007 14:39:26 GMT -5
((My perversions. Let me show you them.))
*Cry-baby groaned with the delicious torture of it all.*
"Baby, you're better at that than me. Won't ask where you learned to use your tongue like that."
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Post by Brandi on Jul 9, 2007 19:25:56 GMT -5
((By all means, I'm always looking for more. )) And I won't tell you."Happiness, Sir Jack. Happiness."*Brandi grinned up to him, licking some cream from her chin.* "Oh, Baby...I always say that more than half the skill of such things comes from enthusiasm. And you...inspire me to be very enthusiastic." *She leaned on her elbow, gathering a new spoonful. She glanced up to him questioningly.* "So, should I keep at it then, or did you want to try again...the advice fresh in your mind?" *Her brow arched mischievously.* ((Sorry for obscure movie quotes, but I can't help myself. Liam was so young. *le sigh*))
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 10, 2007 10:16:13 GMT -5
((I don't recognize the quote.))
*One side of Cry-baby's mouth curled up into a smile.*
"Those two things exclusive, then? 'Cause I figured both of us might... keep going."
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Post by Brandi on Jul 10, 2007 10:28:07 GMT -5
((Sorry, it's from High Spirits, a great Steve Guttenberg/Darryl Hannah 80's flick. It's the movie that made me fall in love with Peter O'Toole actually. Ironic.))
*Brandi smiled and straddled him more properly so she might make her skin available, smearing some cream on his shoulder. She glanced up to him with a wicked smile.*
"I wouldn't try to stop you."
*She lowered her lips to his skin.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 10, 2007 13:21:10 GMT -5
*Cry-baby squirmed underneath her, indirectly advising her of his renewed interest. He let her finish her part, then added his own. But instead of applying it to her, he took a handful to lure her lower on himself...*
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Post by Brandi on Jul 10, 2007 15:53:22 GMT -5
*Brandi sat back, a bit surprised, but offered a knowing grin.*
"Oh, Baby...you're incorrigible."
*She leaned down to bring her tongue to his skin.*
"Please don't ever change."
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 10, 2007 21:43:18 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
"Dunno what that word meant, Brandi, but I'll be whatever it is you want. Damn, girl, but you're a treat. I don't suppose any juvenile delinquent ever had it so good."
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Post by Brandi on Jul 11, 2007 7:52:01 GMT -5
It means you're bad beyond correction or reform, you very naughty boy...
*Brandi smiled up to him lazily, her body draped over his so she would lay back on her sore rear. Not that she minded. Snuggling was just a bonus. She sighed gently and nuzzled her face against his chest, speaking against his warm skin.*
"So did it help? Having something to compare it to? At least something...vaguely similar?"
*She gave a yawn and rested her eyes, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the rise and fall of his chest. *
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Post by Cry Baby on Jul 11, 2007 9:39:26 GMT -5
*Cry-baby smiled tenderly down at her.*
"Don't need no comparison, Brandi. You got it raw, there's no denyin'."
*He stroked her hair, suddenly, scarily remembering what had brought him here to begin with.*
"Your backside, baby; I shouldn't have let you do that. You should be resting."
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Post by Brandi on Jul 11, 2007 9:47:09 GMT -5
*Brandi snuggled further up against him, pouting with a smile.*
"But I am resting...see?"
*She sighed contently and kissed his chest, curling against him and shutting her eyes.*
"I was hoping you might...stay with me tonight."
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