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[hexappeal]

Sorry, David Byrne still beats Morrissey.

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[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.]

[hexappeal]

[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.]

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[hexappeal]

[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.]

ooc.

[hexappeal]

Continued privately, you creeps.