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crossing_lostrpAfter the girls' party wound down, Ami quite literally wove her way back to the teepee. She insisted that she hadn't needed any help, but considering that she hadn't managed to stumble three meters before tripping and weaving, she wound up with Faith as an escort. The other woman explained that her own tent was in that direction, and that she wanted to be certain that Ami didn't stumble into the fire or the ocean.
"I'm not that pissed!" Ami had protested, jerking away and promptly landing on her bum.
She hadn't argued with Faith's accompaniment after that.
They parted ways at the teepee, Faith giving Ami a teasing wink, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Ami managed to summon enough of her dignity to give Faith a friendly one finger salute, which sent the brazen woman away in laughter, and then she crawled into the teepee where Scott was stretched out on his back, shirtless and likely completely starkers beneath the thin blanket and absolutely yummy looking. She wasn't so completely drunk that she didn't appreciate her man. . . particularly when he was naked, half-asleep and so completely ripe for being caught unawares.
She tried to shed her clothes quietly, but the intoxication hindered that. Her arms got caught in her t-shirt and she toppled over when she attempted to step out of her knickers. Somehow Scott slept through it all, stirring only a little when Ami slid her body beneath the blanket and rolled over, covering his body with hers.
/Missing the opportunity of a lifetime,/ Ami lowered her mouth and began to kiss his neck, rocking her hips suggestively against him. /I'm totally pissed, you can completely have your way with me./
/Mmm, really?/ Scott didn't 'sound' all that tired as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.
/Knew you were awake./ She moved down his body, slipping her hands between them, drifting lower to cup and stroke him.
Scott moaned appreciatively, his body responding on several different levels. Encouraged, Ami giggled and continued her kissing and stroking, wiggling her body between his legs. She rested her head on his abdomen, fingers teasing and tried and failed to stifle a yawn. Her eyes drifted closed, the rhythm of her fingers becoming irratic and irregular and then … stopping as she promptly fell asleep.
"I'm not that pissed!" Ami had protested, jerking away and promptly landing on her bum.
She hadn't argued with Faith's accompaniment after that.
They parted ways at the teepee, Faith giving Ami a teasing wink, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
Ami managed to summon enough of her dignity to give Faith a friendly one finger salute, which sent the brazen woman away in laughter, and then she crawled into the teepee where Scott was stretched out on his back, shirtless and likely completely starkers beneath the thin blanket and absolutely yummy looking. She wasn't so completely drunk that she didn't appreciate her man. . . particularly when he was naked, half-asleep and so completely ripe for being caught unawares.
She tried to shed her clothes quietly, but the intoxication hindered that. Her arms got caught in her t-shirt and she toppled over when she attempted to step out of her knickers. Somehow Scott slept through it all, stirring only a little when Ami slid her body beneath the blanket and rolled over, covering his body with hers.
/Missing the opportunity of a lifetime,/ Ami lowered her mouth and began to kiss his neck, rocking her hips suggestively against him. /I'm totally pissed, you can completely have your way with me./
/Mmm, really?/ Scott didn't 'sound' all that tired as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.
/Knew you were awake./ She moved down his body, slipping her hands between them, drifting lower to cup and stroke him.
Scott moaned appreciatively, his body responding on several different levels. Encouraged, Ami giggled and continued her kissing and stroking, wiggling her body between his legs. She rested her head on his abdomen, fingers teasing and tried and failed to stifle a yawn. Her eyes drifted closed, the rhythm of her fingers becoming irratic and irregular and then … stopping as she promptly fell asleep.
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