/It's not just me?!/ Ami echoed in feigned indignation. One arm wrapped around him and she playfully grabbed his ass, and her other hand trailed down his chest to lock around the waist of his shorts, pulling him flush up against her. She grinned up at him wickedly and then, leaning up, flicked her tongue teasingly against his upper lip. Her breath whispered against his lips, "You'd best reconsider those words. I'd hate to see you dealing with your 'genetic predisposition,' with nothing more than your hand to provide relief."
To emphasize the point, her hand slipped between them, diving down his shorts, earning her a gasp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure. She felt a surge of lust from him, even as he caught and stilled her hand.
/As much as I want to, we can't do this here,/ Scott reminded her.
"Just proving a point, love," Ami whispered against his lips before pressing her lips against his. She didn't move her hand.
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[Ami] TMI (tag Scott, Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-04-26 02:49 am (UTC)To emphasize the point, her hand slipped between them, diving down his shorts, earning her a gasp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure. She felt a surge of lust from him, even as he caught and stilled her hand.
/As much as I want to, we can't do this here,/ Scott reminded her.
"Just proving a point, love," Ami whispered against his lips before pressing her lips against his. She didn't move her hand.