Anders (
not_every_mage) wrote2019-06-12 10:49 am
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The House in Limbo City, Late Wednesday Afternoon
Anders was cooking dinner for Kathy.
That wasn't exactly an unknown even, but it was still rare enough that he kept double-checking the recipe for tofu tacos as he sliced and seasoned. There was already dish of black beans and a basket of chips and salsa on the table, and plenty of cold beer in the fridge for them both.
He poked at the tofu in the pan one more time, satisfied to see a dark sear forming on the underside, and called up to his girlfriend.
"Dinner looks like it's almost ready!"
[OOC: For the girl, please!]
That wasn't exactly an unknown even, but it was still rare enough that he kept double-checking the recipe for tofu tacos as he sliced and seasoned. There was already dish of black beans and a basket of chips and salsa on the table, and plenty of cold beer in the fridge for them both.
He poked at the tofu in the pan one more time, satisfied to see a dark sear forming on the underside, and called up to his girlfriend.
"Dinner looks like it's almost ready!"
[OOC: For the girl, please!]
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Her kiss was a teasing one, full of promise and exploration.
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He'd get there. But not yet.
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Better than dessert.
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A few minutes later, she was pulling away, lips a cherry red. "I'm about to suggest we just lean back and use the table."
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They'd have to get the dishes out of the way, but Anders was about ready to just push them to the floor and clean up later.
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Hot, but still not as intoxicating as keeping Anders all to herself a bit longer.
Call her selfish, but just look at him.
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He rose and started to clear the table as quickly as he could. He didn't want to waste time getting things back to the kitchen; he just wanted to avoid getting guacamole anyplace distracting. So leaving the stuff on a side table seemed fine.
He was clumsy as he did it. Kathy was distracting.
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And then she hopped up on the table, leaning back on her elbows, waiting for Anders to come back to her.
She was glad they'd invested in sturdy furniture.
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Anders stripped to his skin before slowly advancing on Kathy, attention focused on that tempting skirt. His fingers inched beneath it as he leaned forward to kiss her again.
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Her arm around his shoulders was the only thing keeping her from collapsing against his chest.
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She slowly started to stroke him, grip snug - but not as snug as it would be inside her.
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He moved his fingers to cover hers and stepped between her deliciously spread legs, feeling her bunched skirt brush against his belly.
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She wasn't trying to hint at anything - just making the Herculean effort to not let her impatience for him run roughshod over anything else.
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