I'll give you a protein shake, babe. [He smirks as he walks, twisting his head to the side to kiss her bare arm. Drunk Rachel is so fucking hot, so fucking funny, that he can't help but laugh at the things that she says. They don't make sense, not really, but he's been around her for long enough, and he understands her to the point where their nonverbal communication is actually pretty damn good, and he understands what she's saying right now. Hell yeah, he'll give her all the protein she wants tomorrow. He loves his girl and the way she keeps her promises.]
[She ditches the thong; it flies into a pile with the boots and jeans, and hey, all she wears is that gorgeous shirt, and it happens to lend a little more mystery to the thing. He can roll with that. His hand slides between her thighs with a groan, her hands working hurriedly (how the fuck is she so good at this? she's wasted) on the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, dragging it down and his length springing free and into her hands. He groans. Fuck, yes, he wants. He wants now, and she wants to give it to him, his fingers continuously stroking her without dipping inside her body 'cause he knows that if he pushes them into her, he'll want to finish her off with his fingers first, and he doesn't have the fucking patience for that right now. Neither of them has it. She pulls him forward, he pulls his hand free and grabs her thighs, and hauls her up, pinning her against the wall. She knows what to do; it's always her job to take him in hand and guide him whenever they fuck like this against the wall.]
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Date: 2011-11-27 01:31 pm (UTC)[She ditches the thong; it flies into a pile with the boots and jeans, and hey, all she wears is that gorgeous shirt, and it happens to lend a little more mystery to the thing. He can roll with that. His hand slides between her thighs with a groan, her hands working hurriedly (how the fuck is she so good at this? she's wasted) on the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, dragging it down and his length springing free and into her hands. He groans. Fuck, yes, he wants. He wants now, and she wants to give it to him, his fingers continuously stroking her without dipping inside her body 'cause he knows that if he pushes them into her, he'll want to finish her off with his fingers first, and he doesn't have the fucking patience for that right now. Neither of them has it. She pulls him forward, he pulls his hand free and grabs her thighs, and hauls her up, pinning her against the wall. She knows what to do; it's always her job to take him in hand and guide him whenever they fuck like this against the wall.]