"Yeah, I see that," George said with a sly smile. "You're only half dressed," she added, reaching for his belt. "We should fix that," she added and laughed at his expression.
"That's not what I had in mind," Jack said, catching her hands and holding them.
George answered by leaning forward again and doing her best to turn the tables on him, rubbing her cheek against his, then kissing and nibbling and licking and tickling his neck and shoulder just the way he'd done to her. Jack seemed to like her efforts, to judge by the noises he was making. Even better, eventually he let go George's hands to grab at the hem of her t-shirt.
George slapped at his hands. "Hands off." Her voice was muffled by his skin, her lips currently being occupied with a slow, teasing approach to his nipple.
"You're killing me here, George," Jack groaned. He didn't really sound unhappy, though.
"Yeah, well..." George flicked her tongue across the nipple. "Grim Reaper here." Jack hissed and arched his back a little. George grinned and pinched it ever so delicately with her teeth.
Jack's hands clamped onto her ass. George sat up and peeled her t-shirt off and tossed it...somewhere. Then she dove in again to give him a fierce kiss, distracting his attention while she reached around behind herself to unhook her bra.
George peeled the bra off and tossed it in the general direction of her shirt. This involved a little writhing around to keep her mouth on his throughout the maneuver, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is that better?"
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[George] Good clean dirty fun
Date: 2006-11-11 05:33 am (UTC)"That's not what I had in mind," Jack said, catching her hands and holding them.
George answered by leaning forward again and doing her best to turn the tables on him, rubbing her cheek against his, then kissing and nibbling and licking and tickling his neck and shoulder just the way he'd done to her. Jack seemed to like her efforts, to judge by the noises he was making. Even better, eventually he let go George's hands to grab at the hem of her t-shirt.
George slapped at his hands. "Hands off." Her voice was muffled by his skin, her lips currently being occupied with a slow, teasing approach to his nipple.
"You're killing me here, George," Jack groaned. He didn't really sound unhappy, though.
"Yeah, well..." George flicked her tongue across the nipple. "Grim Reaper here." Jack hissed and arched his back a little. George grinned and pinched it ever so delicately with her teeth.
Jack's hands clamped onto her ass. George sat up and peeled her t-shirt off and tossed it...somewhere. Then she dove in again to give him a fierce kiss, distracting his attention while she reached around behind herself to unhook her bra.
George peeled the bra off and tossed it in the general direction of her shirt. This involved a little writhing around to keep her mouth on his throughout the maneuver, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is that better?"