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World of Darkness: Attrition - Boot-Scooting Booty [Mature]

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(This thread is back-dated to take place immediately after Boot-Scooting Boogie.)

Aradia drank that shot, and the next one, with good grace. Her concerns about drinking too much seemed to have evaporated as the party went on. Her mother's crowd had been full of a different type of drinker - angry, bitter, mean drunks who liked to yell at act like assholes and bitch about every little thing. On top of the alcohol there had often been drugs, and when not sitting around bitching about life, Aradia had often come home to find her mother too stoned or high to function, much less laugh or have a good time. For good or ill, the pretty young acrobat was having too much fun to monitor herself tonight.

"Five of diamonds - get me some beer, bitch!!!"

Aradia groaned as the rest of the players started chanting--

"Beer bitch! Beer bitch! BEER BITCH!"

--and tossed her cards down onto the table, standing up with a small stumble.

"Okay, okay! Beer bitch, I got it. Okay. But, I can't carry it all myself.. I need ash - assish - assistance!"

She steadied herself on the chair, and glanced around the table, briefly. August was out - she'd was probably only still upright because of Lucien, and that took him out as well. The pasty librarian-looking dude looked like he couldn't carry lift a backpack, much less carry liquor. Ari's eyes paused for a moment on the big guy with the tattoos - Finn? - but it was Astra's shameless flirting that caught her attention, the obvious way she laughed as she leaned closer, showing off her assets to the silver-eyed stud that made Aradia want to switch games.. from poker, to smack-a-ho.

"Hey, you - Dec. Yeah - you. Pretty eyes. C'mon.. be beer bitch with me."

Without waiting, she turned and walked into the kitchen, confident that he would follow. Dec arched a brow in amusement, but he stood up and followed, despite Astra's pout.. after all, how could you turn a demand request like that down? By the time he made it into the kitchen, she had the fridge door open, and was shuffling things around inside, looking for more cold beer for those who were drinking it. But she glanced up at him, a half-annoyed, half-amused smirk on her lips.

"You guys get a kick out of that shit, don't you? When those girls fawn all over you like a cat in heat? I've never met one guy - NOT ONE - who didn't lap that shit up like sweetened cream. Tell me, are ALL men that easy, pretty eyes?"

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Declan shrugged as dumped off a couple of trays for drinks and set them on the counter, then leaned against it a few feet away from her, 'pretty' silver eyes watching as he gave Aradia a lopsided grin. "That depends. You want a hand there?"

"Depends on what? And no, I've got it." Ari smirked again, though she was feeling a little wobbly as she fished some beers out. She passed them up to Declan and tried not to notice the tingle as their fingers brushed. She grabbed a bottle of coke out to mix drinks with and straightened up.

"Depends on whether they're pretty girls, of course." Dec replied, his grin widening. "And don't try to pretend yer any different, frail. If Lucien and all his underwear-modellin' buddies were flirtin' the hell outta ya in a spirit of fun, you might play it cool, you might choose not to do anythin' 'bout it, but you'd like the attention from hot guys."

"Okay, you got me there." Aradia admitted in the face of fairly straightforward logic.

"So..." Dec opened up a few beers and set them on the tray before getting some glasses for the non-beer drinkers. Stepping next to him, Aradia started pouring. "Are all women?"

"Are all women what?" Aradia blinked a little owlishly, booze slowing her on the uptake. Dec chuckled, a deep noise from somewhere in his chest (Kind of growly, but sexy. Montana, huh? Where the men are men and the women are grateful, I bet. Aradia thought to herself) and turned to face her, leaning one hip against the counter as he looked down at the petite gymnast.

"That easy." he smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief.

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Damn the man..., she thought as he looked down at her. He was close enough, leaned up against the counter in that intensely casual-sexy way of his, to have some solid height over the petite gymnast.. a good ten inches, probably more. She tilted her head up to look at him, trying (and failing) not to enjoy the view as she went. The vargr was all muscle - the serious kind of muscle too, the kind you earned from real work in the real world, not from playing Jersey Shore down at the gym in order to earn your perfectly-smooth six pack. This is tricky ground...

"Most of them, it would appear. I'd say it was you, but that Kat girl was falling all over that hot Asian dude, August is practically draped over Lucien, and Oneca already left with that new guy, Allen.. Arien.. whatever. So, you know.. maybe it's just the booze."

Her voice was smooth to the normal human range - even a little taunting, as if she was trying to poke at his ego a bit - and she would've been putting on a pretty good show for a normal man. But Dec was more than a man, he was vargr. He had heard it when her heart had picked up in tempo, saw her muscles tense when he'd stepped closer to her. He could smell her arousal, and it had gotten stronger with their banter.

Still, the playful barbs had an effect, though not necessarily the one she had intended. What might have been an insult to a lesser man, Dec couldn't help but take as a challenge. For a small woman, she had a lot of spunk. Instead of falling all over him, here she was trying to take him down a peg, despite the desire he knew she was feeling. Maybe it was the booze - hell, they'd all had plenty to drink, him included.

But that didn't stop him from watching her as she finished pouring. Her movements were smooth, and graceful, aside from the bit of unsteadiness that came from drinking. Like him, there was very little softness to her figure. Oh, there were curves.. lithe, subtle ones, enough to remind him that she was a woman. But there was muscle too, and power in her movements.. like a dancer, or a runner, she gave him the sense of one who was always moving, someone unafraid to push her body to get where she wanted to go. Something about her was almost cat-like in it's gracefulness, but with an undercurrent of vitality that reminded him - almost - of one of his own. It was like she wasn't a wolf, or a cat, or a horse, or a bird.. but some of all of those things, wrapped up with a little bit of forest and sky and everything else that was alive.

"But not you, 'eh frail? You're above all that fawning and flattering, that what you're telling me?"

"You're damned straight, I--"

He slid closer as she turned around, and that was enough to crack the veneer. She let out a breath, and for a moment she forgot to take another one, as she stood there looking up at him, trying to resist the shapeshifter's overwhelming sexiness. He had the satisfaction, finally, of seeing her take a ragged breath, of watching her eyes widen slightly - like trapped prey - as she tried to step back, to give herself the space to regain control of the situation. But she was up against the counter, with nowhere to go, and nothing to look at other than him.

"Fuck."

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"Glad ta hear it." Declan said in a low tone, grinning slightly as the drunken Aradia took a heartbeat to catch up with what he'd said... regarding what she'd said. The Thyrsus blushed, a rare occasion, and started to laugh, but the laugh died away in a nervous giggle leaving only a smile behind as she looked up into his eyes. She'd called them 'pretty eyes', trying to sting him, but to the life magus they were actually beautiful, burning with a kind of silver fire all their own, something primal moving deep in the black discs of his pupils. The burning of the blush in her face didn't subside, but Aradia wasn't feeling embarrassed anymore. Not in the least. The large man bent his head down and for a moment, Aradia thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he sort of breathed into her hair - in, then out, then in again, his breath feeling so damned hot as it caressed her ear and shoulder, bringing blood to the surface of her skin. She made a stifled squeaking noise in the back of her throat - not of fear, but born of the restrained urge to scream as she felt her whole body alternately tighten, melt and catch fire.

"Sooo..." Dec breathed (and didn't it sound like a growl? where did August and Oneca find these amazing guys? Was there a catalogue they hadn't shared?) his voice rumbling through her sensitised body. "Now we've established that you... fuck... The next question is 'you wanna go someplace else?'" He shifted slightly, moving so that she could see his face almost level with hers. "Or... we could go back in there." he added as though he didn't care either way, though of course he did, Aradia could tell. She took a breath to steady herself, but she breathed in him, a mixture of light soap and perspiration and under it something wild and clean, like virgin forest in autumn, or unmarked snowfall in moonlight, or the summer sun through the branches and leaves... Fuck it.

Aradia's hands went from bracing herself against the counter to grabbing the back of Declan's head as she kissed him, hard. She'd never met this guy before, and it didn't matter. He radiated 'Bad Boy' on a wattage that made other bad boy's she'd known look like damp fireworks, and it didn't matter. He was August's friend, and that didn't matter. He was scary and sexy in one massively intimidating package, and that didn't just not matter, it made her actions damn well compulsory. And kissing him... well, kissing him was like kissing a live wire.

Power jumped and tingled under Aradia's hands as they buried themselves in the groundskeeper's thick dark hair, power crackled under the kiss. It was raw Life force, sheer vitality that she felt under her fingertips and lips. There were Thyrsus mages, masters of their craft, who wouldn't feel like this. The part of Aradia that wasn't drunk half-stupid and horny the rest of the way coolly filed that in the 'to be investigated... much later' section of her brain. Right now, the spark of his vitality was an extra turn-on, and so there were more important things to do. Like him.

Dec was not feeling exactly the same sparks, but definitely appreciated the acrobat's sudden boldness. When she'd grabbed him, he'd almost flinched, but then she'd had him in a lip-lock and he'd decided to enjoy the experience, kissing her back with enthusiasm when abruptly she'd changed up another gear. Her hands went from cradling the back of his head to clenching tightly in his hair in an almost-painful way as Aradia gasped into the kiss mere seconds after it started. It was as though something had galvanised her, her legs coming up off the floor and wrapping around his waist tightly enough that, had he been human, he might have bruised, and the petite girl made an animal sound deep in her chest as her tongue pushed hard against his, demanding attention.

Dec was happy to oblige, his own lips and tongue playing, nibbling and moving against hers as their kiss extended, his hands coming round to cup her ass - not that she needed holding up, he noted in passing, but you just didn't pass up the chance to grab the ass of a girl clinging to you like a lookout on a mainmast and sucking your face off. Especially when said ass felt like you could bounce rocks off it. Aradia felt the rough palms of Dec's hands slide along the tops of her thighs under the cutoffs and moaned as he grabbed hold, her body arching against his. She had to break the kiss to breath and hated that, but biology was a cruel mistress at times. Panting, her face flushed and her hair starting to fall out of her style, she clung to Dec and tried to think.

"So." Dec caught his breath first, it seemed. "You wanna go someplace else?" he repeated in that low sexy voice.

"Hey! Where's our beer, beer bitches!" came the shout from the next room.

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"Fuck their beer."

"I'd rather fuck you, frail."

"Frail my ass.. I'll show you frail, pretty eyes."

She kissed him again, briefly but hungrily, and as she broke away her teeth caught his lower lip, nipping at it a little more firmly than before. Her lips moved then, away from his, and up along the edge of his jaw. Her breath and tongue played lightly along his skin, and she murmured against his ear as she motioned vaguely towards the other door leading out of the kitchen, the one that led away from the common rooms.

"Back there.. up the stairs. Second door on the right."

She was light, so it was more the combination of Jack Daniels and impatience that had him stumbling slightly up the stairs. Stumbles led to pauses, which proved to be excellent make-out opportunities. In fact, by the time they reached the apex of the staircase, the trip to the top had become a hazy blur of eager touches and firm kisses, of soft gasps and low growls. By the time they made it to the second door on the right, the pretty little gymnast had somehow managed to get his shirt pulled off and his belt undone. They burst into the room, which - thankfully - was lacking other occupants, and she dropped the plain white t-shirt on the ground in a puddle as he slid her against him, down to the floor. Her ponytail was loose from his fingers, strands of crisp white and chestnut brown framing her face in that hot, messy, "ready for ravishing" sort of way. Even as he reached behind and clicked the lock, he could feel her tugging lightly at the button of his jeans. He chuckled low, and how he made laughing at her sexy, she swore she'd never figure out.

"In a hurry or somethin'?"

"No.. but in this outfit I'm mostly naked anyway, so.. fair's fair."

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"Well, I wouldn't wanna be un- wooph!"

The wooph was because Aradia, a little tired of the bantering when there was serious damned business at hand, had tugged hard at Declan's waistband and twisted, turning and pushing the larger man onto the bed. Strong little thing! Dec had thought in some surprise as the young woman, a smile on her flushed face at his baffled expression, giggled and dropped to straddle his thighs. Even though she was drunk, the acrobat's toned physique was more than up to the task of manhandling a guy nearly twice her mass.

"Lemme get this buckle... say, that's nice." Aradia paused to admire the silvery flat oval with the relief of a standing wolf on it for a moment before unfastening it and popping open the top button of Dec's jeans. She locked her brown eyes on his face, a smile on her lips as she undid the other buttons one... by one... by one, taking her time and enjoying the moment. Kind of like Christmas ought to be she thought to herself with an enigmatic grin on her pretty face as she watched Declan watching her. Jeans undone, Aradia evidently decided that she could wait a little longer to unwrap her present and slid forward, running her hands up and along the Vargr's torso as she leaned down for another kiss.

Dec wasn't one to waste an opportunity, she was gratified to notice as she felt work-calloused fingers slide up along her ribs and nudge under the lower edge of her bikini top, slipping it up moments before his palms were cupping her breasts with every sign of appreciative enjoyment. Aradia murmured in pleasure and pressed herself against his touch as entwined tongues leisurely explored each other's mouths, her moans increasing in pitch to a rhythm heralding the rough pads of Dec's fingers beginning to play with the stiff flesh of her nipples.

"Ooo-okay, clothes off. Now." Aradia gasped as she reluctantly broke the kiss and moved her boobs away from Declan's hands. Much more of this and she was going to go batshit crazy, dammit. She blamed the booze. Or the lack of sex for however long it had been. Or maybe, she thought as she watched Dec stand up and quickly shuck his jeans and boots (yes, in that order, which prompted some laughter) It's the guy. He's had me going steadily crazier in my panties for the last two hours. We should find out what that is and bottle- Well HELLO there. Her smile felt like it was threatening to take in her ears as Dec finished getting naked and turned back towards her.

"Yer still dressed." Declan noted with a smirk. Aradia stuck her tongue out at him as she unfastened the bikini top and tossed it aside, feeling his eyes on her skin even hotter than his hands had felt. She lay back and started to wiggle out of her denim cutoffs, only to feel a hand close around her left calf. She squeaked as Dec dragged her bodily to the edge of the bed and helped slide the short shorts off over her cowboy boots. Declan grinned as he noted her bikini briefs were of the side-tying kind. Aradia propped herself up on her elbows and fixed him with a sardonic glower.

"You going to let go of my leg anytime soon, caveman?" Dec's answering grin was purely evil as he bent over and kissed the inside of her left knee, sending tingles up the inside of her leg.

"If you want me to." he challenged, placing another kiss a few inches higher than the knee, starting to crouch at the edge of the bed as he did so. He tasted her skin, felt and smelled the heat of her arousal. He growled under his breath and dropped to his knees, looking up into Aradia's widening eyes and grinning as he tugged the ties of her briefs loose.

"Oh shit..." the lithe young woman managed to whisper as she felt hot breath on her sex - then lips and tongue followed, and speech became a lot harder.

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For awhile there were no more words, only soft, appreciative noises. Her hips arched and flexed under his attention, and he felt her other leg - the one he wasn't holding onto - loop lazily over his shoulder. She was enjoying every moment of this, it had been a long time, and he was very good at what he was doing. She had started off hot for him already, but as her soft whimpers turned into gasps, and then into little cries of desire, he could taste and smell her want - her need for him - escalate sharply. She was trembling beneath him, fingers gripping the blanket when he finally pulled away from her, and her eyes flew open in surprise and outrage.

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"What - why are you - what the hell..." she stuttered over her indignation, her voice thick and hungry with need.

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He slid his hand down her thigh as he shifted, standing up and then kneeling down onto the bed, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. She saw his intent in those fierce eyes of his, and she sat up and pulled back slightly, her own eyes flashing dangerously. "Oh no you don't.. I'm not the only one getting tortured first, mister."

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"Is that so?" he drawled, his expression still intent on conquest. He licked his lips slowly, tasting her on them, and pressed her back slightly on the bed. He was too preoccupied with the defiant look on her face to notice her hand slide down between them. "And just how d'you plan on makin' that happen, frail?"

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She slipped her fingers briefly into her own wet center, and he saw her eyelids flutter for a moment. Then she pulled them out and wrapped moist fingers around him, her eyes locking with his as she began to stroke, slow and hard enough to catch his attention and let him know she meant business. "Like this."

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Declan felt her hand grip around his cock and begin to work back and forth along it and he groaned, drink and lust and the smell of aroused woman working to drive him ever so slightly out of his mind. He hadn't been laid in at least a month, Aradia was about as wet and horny as a woman could get, and he was damn sure he wasn't getting any harder. His hands tightened on her hips, lifting her groin level with his, but the limber girl planted one hand over her head, arched her back, then lifted both legs and placed her feet against his chest, keeping him at bay as her hand stroked his cock. Aradia grinned at him, her eyes alight with lust and mischief.

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"Nimble little thing, aintcha?" Dec growled, smiling back despite his frustration.

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"You've seen nothing yet." Aradia promised, her eyes darkening further with lust as she felt him heavy and ready in her hand. Her breath came harder as she rubbed the head of him against her folds, letting him feel how wet she was. She studied the breadth of his shoulders, felt the solidity of the muscles of his chest under her feet. "Think you're up to it?" she challenged playfully.

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"I'll take it easy on you." Dec taunted back, only to gasp slightly as she gave his cock a squeeze.

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"You'd better not." she warned, then stroked him gently one more time before letting him go, her hand joining the other one over her head against the bed. Her feet moved from his chest to hook over his shoulders in another display of acrobatic litheness that would definitely have scored more than an 8 from the German judges. "C'mon and get me." Aradia bit her full lower lip as she felt him press against her, first seeking, then finding entry with one smooth push.

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For Dec, the feel of her was incredible. He wasn't small by any definition (though he wasn't the Underwear King either, but then who was?), but as muscles he'd never even heard of clamped around the length of him the vargr's only reaction was a staggered intake of breath. Aradia smiled impishly at the expression on his face, her eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed the feeling of him slowly pushing into her, fighting for every inch of ground. She was more than ready for him: the resistance Declan was feeling was entirely due to the mage's muscle control. She gave him another little squeeze and the vargr nearly went cross-eyed, prompting a giggle despite the pleasure she was feeling.

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The giggle was probably a mistake, though only in a sense, and certainly not one that Aradia would regret. The sudden blaze in his silver eyes and the tightening of his hands on her hips were the only warnings before Dec thrust forwards with some real force, the sudden sensation of pleasant fullness driving the breath from Aradia in a gasp. He bore down over her and began to withdraw, getting only part way before thrusting forwards again, hilting himself in her and making her back arch further as she cried out in exultant surrender. Her shoulders and upper back now rested against the bedsheets as her hands spread to the sides and dug in like anchors, the angle of the Declan's thrusts combining with their position to produce some truly impressive results. His fingers gripped her hips as he pulled out again, this time almost all the way to the accompaniment of a whine of protest from the brunette, before he thrust home once more and began settling into a slow, deep rhythm.

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Her hips rolled against his, settling into his movements with a sultry ease. They lingered at that pace for awhile, until the tempo of his thrusts pulled a moan from her, and he felt her control beginning to slip. Her feet slid up to his right shoulder, as smooth as liquid, her body twisting just enough for him to reach up slightly and grab ahold of her ankles. The backs of her thighs were pressed up against his chest, and he knew at that moment that it wasn't physically possible to be any deeper inside a woman.

Damn, whatever this girl is.. every guy needs to do one once. The thought flickered briefly through his mind, and he ground into her then, giving it to her as thoroughly as she seemed to want it. She cried out in pleasure, and he felt her begin to pulse around him, her reactions becoming more instinctive and less deliberate.

"Oh fuck, yes. Touch me, Dec - please," she gasped, and he obliged her, sliding his free hand over her left thigh and up her hip, before cupping her small, perky breast and squeezing the nipple firmly. She sucked in a sharp hiss of breath, and he continued to tease and torture her with his touch, even as he rocked his hips against hers, pressing over and over into that perfect spot until he felt her nearing the edge of euphoria. Then he pulled out of her with a growl, lowering her legs and taking her hips firmly in his hands.

Her eyes flew open again, her disbelief and shock at the sudden emptiness magnifying her indignation three-fold what it had been earlier, but this time he didn't intend to keep her waiting. His silver eyes blazed as they met hers, and his words were a low snarl that she felt through her whole body. "On your knees, frail."

She let out a groan, half-impatience and half-eagerness, as she turned over and lifted herself onto all fours. She heard another low growl from behind, and had just enough time to brace herself before she felt him grab her hips and thrust into her again deeply. She let out a little keening noise, and he began to move once more - shorter, faster movements this time. His breathing was ragged now, and hers was coming in little short gasps in time with his thrusts. She felt his hand slide down between her legs and his fingers move - Oh yes, right there! - stroking and massaging the small, swollen bud until she finally exploded around him, clenching and drawing him in as she cried out in ecstasy.

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Dec was leaning over Aradia, his hips thrusting in a fast, constant rhythm as the petite girl cried out and collapsed forwards, unable to focus on her arms keeping her up under that relentless assault of Declan's fingers and cock. He felt the girl spasm around him, and the sensation brought him that last crucial step closer to his own explosion.

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Aradia was acting on instinctual lust right now, her hips driving back against his as some muscle memory insisted that it wanted more. Small moans were rising to a second crescendo of pleasure as Declan dropped his hands to either side of her body, still keeping up that fast pounding rhythm for a few more seconds before his orgasm erupted. Aradia felt his breath on her ear, heard as well as felt a loud rumbling growl as his cock twitched inside her in time to her own second, albeit smaller climax.

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They collapsed onto their sides together, a hot tangled sweaty mess, both panting and glowing from the shared pleasure. Aradia was aware of the heat of Dec's form half-curled around hers, his arms loosely furled around her body, and his breath stirring her hair and the skin on her neck. For a few long moments they just lay there, Dec lazily stroking a hand over her skin.

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"Hey. Mhhm. Beer Bitch." The sound of crunching accompanied the verbal intrusion on their moment of shared bliss; Astra, the previous object of Ari's ire, leaned against the doorframe, bowl of cocktail peanuts in hand as she snacked. How long had she been standing there? It was an unsettling thought, given how little attention they'd been paying, well, anything. Had they been that loud? "If you're done breakin' in the stallion I plan on takin' home, we're still waitin' on our drinks. Thanks, darlin'," she drawled. Tipping, for good measure, the cowboy hat she'd acquired from some other party-goer, she of the ebon braids and perpetual smirk popped another peanut in her mouth and headed back downstairs.

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"Oh my fucking god." Aradia hopped out of the bed and hurried over to the door. She slammed it shut, clicking the lock into place, and then turned around to glance at Dec. He had turned over and propped himself up on his elbows, and they stared at each other for a brief moment before she burst out laughing. "Damn, how much of the show do you think she caught?"

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He shrugged, smirked as he sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed, the smooth languidness of his movements a sharp contrast to the sexy roughness of his manner and appearance. "Dunno.. I was kinda focused on the actual performance." He reached for his pants, but she pushed off from the door, crossing the room smoothly and nudging his clothing away with a foot.

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"What makes you think I'm done with you, bucko? You look like you're good for more than one ride a night. Or are you planning to move on to a different filly?" She slid down between his knees this time, her hands moving over his thighs and down the backs of his calves as she pushed his legs apart. Then she glanced up at him, her eyes full of a sort of lazy mischievousness now that the initial hunger of their drunken coupling had been satiated. She looked a little more sober now, although certainly still tipsy - but having someone walk in on you post-coitus was bound to bring anyone around, at least a bit. Her fingers slid back up, lazily trailing along the backs and insides of his thighs, and then briefly over the sensitive tip of his cock. She felt it twitch slightly under her fingertips, and a slow smirk curved at the corner of her lips. "Well?"

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"No plans at all." Dec looked a little surprised, though not unpleasantly so. "Just figured... y'know, you'd be all mad or embarrassed." He looked into Aradia's eyes and smiled back. "Glad to see I was wrong."

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"Embarrassed, yes. Mad at myself? A little." the young mage admitted, then smiled warmly as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, her voice dropping a notch. "But not with you, stud. Are you ready again already?" She feigned shock as she looked down, her fingers moving along him, then grinned up into those silver eyes.

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"Must be the company." Dec quipped with somewhat clumsy gallantry.

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"Mmmhmm. Or maybe all that fresh air and exercise you get? Or maybe the thought of an audience, hmm? That do it for you?" Aradia laughed as Dec grinned, a little abashed. "Well, I hope your performance won't suffer in private." she continued, slowly sliding up, her body brushing his at every opportunity, until she was standing between his legs looking down at him.

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"Don't reckon that's likely." he replied, his hands sliding up her thighs and around her hips, pulling the girl closer so he could nuzzle at her breasts. Aradia arched her back against him and half-giggled, half-sighed as she felt his tongue flicking over her taut flesh. Draping her arms around his shoulders, the agile magus placed first one foot on the bed then, feeling the man's hands tighten, smiled and lifted the other up too. Dec's arms tensed, but readily held her weight, gently lowering her so she was straddling his lap. Their lips met in another tongue-tangling kiss for a long moment before Ari broke it off, panting slightly.

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"My turn." she told him with an arch of her brows as she shoved at his shoulders, rocking the vargr back enough that her weight completed the transition. They grinned at each other, Aradia astride Dec with her feet on the bed and her hands on the taut muscles of his chest. "I don't think you're broken-in yet." she teased, wiggling her hips a little against him. "Mmm, not sure if it's doable, but I'm sure am aim'n to try."

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"Ain't stoppin' yer." Declan growled, rolling his eyes and smiling at the cheesey cowboy lines. One came to mind that he couldn't resist, though: "So saddle up."

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