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We're working probably late -- don't think I'll be back before one. But after that, nah. I'm free and -- *he makes a happy little noise when she kisses his neck, and then laughs*

Did you just give me a hickey?

ooc: had to use the icon, so rarely appropriate. :)

Edited 2009-02-04 19:15 (UTC)

One is plenty early. I'm not working nights anmore, and so I have spend all that time by my lonesom...

*laughs, finding his ear to give a small tug at* not telling...

ooc: EPIC!

By your lonesome? Oh, we can't have that. Mr. Magic Fingers -- still talkin about the bed here, not me, although I can see if there's confusion -- wouldn't like that at all.

*he shakes his head, eyes dancing* You totally, totally did.

*laughs* well then, I'll stop by about 1:20?

*pulls back, smirking* you can't prove anything.

I think Fingers and I -- see? We're on a nick-name basis already -- can be good with that plan.

*cranes his head back, looking at his reflection on the ceiling* Yep. That's a hickey, right there, is what that is.

*looks up as well, and laughs*

damn... well *laughs again, pulling him closer* wanna repay the favor?

*he lowers his head to her neck and gets to work -- he's an expert hickeysmith, and he makes sure that he gives her a goodly little hickey just above her collarbone. He pulls back, smirking at his handywork*

That work for you, babe?

*smiles and gives a little sound, laughing after he pulls away*

I suppose so. *looks back up at the ceiling*

When do you have to work?
*lets her hands slip around him as well*

have a spare moment or ten?

*he pretends to think for a moment* I think I have a spare twenty-five, actually. *he kisses her, smiling* That work for you?

*laughs, tugging him even closer, returning the kiss*

twenty-five? I'm going to get spoiled...

*he rubs up against her, hands sliding under her shirt* You just might at that. I'll see what I can do to guarantee it.

*pulls back, tugging her own shirt off her head, and laughs again*

Oh really now?
Do you have any extra quaters?

*he laughs, and nods toward the drawer of the bedside table* Forty buck's worth tucked in with the Gideon's bible. *he slides his hands down her back, grinning* Not fuckin' around with the magic fingers.

*letting out a contented moan she eyes his shirt with a smile* that needs to come off then...
Especially if you have forty bucks worth.