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See, this is where you say, "oh, Zee, it doesn't matter what you wear! You're perfect just the way you are," or something like that. [And now she fumbles with the rest of his buttons.] You're wearing too much.

That's what I was trying to say when I suggested the giant David Byrne suit!

[He huffed, but deigned to help her unbutton his shirt since it was proving too difficult for her.]

Next time you come over I'll be sure to be only in a t-shirt and some fishnets you left behind, how does that sound? [He pulls his shirt off as he smirks smart-assy down at her before leaning in to kiss her again, his hands tentatively going to the buttons on her shirt.]

Oh, well... I knew that!

[Next time, he should just rip it off like a bad ass.]

It sounds like you'll be jumped the moment the door's opened. Or I appear five feet away from you and you hopefully don't scream like a little girl. [She counter-smirks, mostly because she totally just implied he shrieks like a child. Ha! But she's easily distracted, letting him work at her shirt, since she is apparently incompetent when it comes to buttons. She'll just kiss him back instead of worrying about that.]

[Maybe he'll do that their first intimate night and she can be totes impressed and swoon a little.]

I knew you would like to see me dressed like that . . . you sick degenerate. [He kissed her back with a smile, tongue darting out to timidly trace her lips, as he easily undid the buttons to the top.]

[She'll laugh and ruin the fragile moment, then. It'll be great!]

Oh shut up. You love that about me. [Yeah, yeah, sick degenerate that you're undressing. She parts her lips with a soft hum, inviting him to enter.]

[Good, then it will, it's decided.]

You don't know, maybe it's what I like least about you and you're slowly destroying this relationship . . .

[Which was a complete lie since he was running his hands under her shirt, caressing her bare shoulders as he eased the fabric off. His tongue slips in with ease, lightly brushing against hers.]

[Another thing to add to the list of Ridiculous Stuff They'll Do.]

I'd hope that you'd have a discussion with me about it, if that were the case. Not that I'd stop being a sick degenerate, though.

[She knows it, not that it would stop her if it was true. She shrugs her shirt off, letting it fall to the mattress; her hand runs from his shoulder to his neck, pulling him down as she leans back.]

[Their first night will be horrible and beautiful.]

But what if I can't have that discussion because I'm terrified of your sick degenerateness and you'd do something terrible to me as a result?

[He follows her, taking a moment to look over her body appreciatively. He ran one hand up her stomach and sternum, tracing around the swell of her breast like a teasing jerk before his hand went up to cup her neck.]

[They won't talk to one another for a week after it, both thinking the other doesn't want to see them. Misunderstandings~]

I'd say that you're a wuss, then. Which we both know isn't true. You're very manly.

[She brings a hand up to her head, making it awkward by scratching it a little. As if she doesn't know what to do. Maybe he's just so manly that she feels even more feminine by comparison? That's it. It tickles just a little and she chokes back a quiet giggle or two, biting her bottom lip as her eyes lock with his.]

[That would just make their reunion all the sweeter. And then they do it over again just as awkward and come to accept this is their fate.]

[He just chuckles at her head scratching, once again noting how strange she was. But he looks a little more intrigued when she giggles and bites her lip like that.] What, did that tickle?

[He trails his hand back down to trace a finger lightly along her breast again, stopping when he met bra.]

[The one time it's not awkward, they think something's really wrong.]

Maybe. ["Yes, it did."] So... you going to take it off, or are you chickening out? [She says, with such astounding maturity. Taking his hand in her own, she brings it around to the hook.]

[He has presence of mind to look offended despite the fact her boobs are totally pressing against him and it's pretty awesome. He slides both arms around her, maybe fumbles with it for a bit, but eventually he gets it undone.]

I'm sorry, next time I'll remember not to play a little and dive right in.

[He smirks before pressing in for another kiss, hands running under the open band of the bra, sliding it off.]

[She kind of appreciates it. She likes that he's not just drooling all over. Right now, at least. There are times she prefers that 'caveman' mentality. She can't help it.]

My heart is broken. Dive right in. You perv. [She wriggles a bit, pulling her body back just enough so he can remove the aforementioned bit clothing and toss it off wherever -- right now she wasn't worried about where her bra would be placed. Having successfully vanquished the beast, she brings a hand up to his cheek, cupping it.]

Continued privately, you creeps.

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yeah. that one just looked like he bought it in 1989.

I think he had another tie that made me want to die, too, but I can't remember...

there's gotta be at least one more!

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wtf title how did you get here

i... am uncertain of that!

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ooc.