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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 1:26:52 GMT -5
This was an acceptable ending to the evening.
While Teja would only have been aware of his spent moan at the end, the whole building got a little burst of Lokian perversity, ranging from a burnt bag of popcorn in one apartment to the water in another resident's shower suddenly containing tiny dots of ice to (most catastrophically) a young woman two floors down discovering in the midst of her own amorous encounter that somehow her own hair had become merely a finely made wig set precariously on a naked scalp.
But in the apartment where, as far as anyone knew, Lukas Ashton of the Wimbledon Ashtons had moved in recently, all that took place was Loki leaning to kiss Teja's pretty little mouth, regardless of the indignity and the mess.
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 1:29:51 GMT -5
A little breathless herself, she said beamingly, "That was good? I'd never done it before-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 1:32:57 GMT -5
He didn't answer, he was too busy congratulating her on a job well done by attempting to insert his tongue in her mouth.
As it turned out, she tasted of lipstick and cheese sandwich, but these were probably situational factors.
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 1:36:13 GMT -5
Well, he tasted of stale coffee, but she reaaally liked him so she didn't care. She kissed him back, extremely pleased with herself (and...a bit soiled).
"Oh, Lukas, I like you so much-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 1:38:57 GMT -5
"You should marry me, I think," he said in a low voice, helpfully producing a little packet of hand wipes from his pocket and passing it to her.
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 1:41:01 GMT -5
"I will someday, I texted Megan so while you got your eighteenth coffee," she said, wiping her hands daintily, amazed by how unfazed she actually had been by this task, too busy adoring his face.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 1:49:17 GMT -5
He sat up to fasten his pants again and leaned back.
He hoped somewhere, his brother was having a dry spell.
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 1:50:29 GMT -5
Teja cuddled against him and kissed his throat again. He had acquired a groupie.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
"That..."
He waved a hand.
"You will be rewarded for that, I promise you."
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 15:59:41 GMT -5
"It's all right," assurred Teja, who, while she had fantasized about that several times (he had very nice hands, okay?), knew that would be a lot messier and would have preferred for that to take place in a bed, possibly as foreplay to something else. "You look so deliciously defutated..."
She kissed his chin.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 17:25:02 GMT -5
"I suppose this means I'll be seeing you again," he said, opening one eye.
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 17:26:27 GMT -5
"You better believe it."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 17:31:08 GMT -5
"Good," he said. "It would have... displeased me to hear otherwise."
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Post by Teja on Sept 22, 2011 17:32:41 GMT -5
She giggled. "At this rate I'll have possessed every inch of you first. Several times over."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 22, 2011 17:35:05 GMT -5
His mouth twisted a little but he said nothing about it.
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