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 Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 7:27 pm
putt putt
She was amused he was chanting a bit of a sea shanty at her, but she was once again jerking away from him when he poked her side again. "Chance." She uttered, narrowing her eyes a tad at him, before giving a flip of her hair.
"Told you. Pirate." She then eyed the course they were on, how much they had left, and seemed contemplative for a long moment. Claude then dropped her ball onto the green, and got ready to take a swing at him. Before doing so she paused and looked up at Chance. "Sometimes, one has to play fair, too." She then tapped her ball, and watched it go down the course.
"Can't rob you of this childhood experience after all."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 7:46 pm
the end (of the night)Good. One of her hands left her pockets to reach up, and she brushed her knuckles along the side of his face. Her hand moved down, trailing along the side of his neck and to his shoulder. Her fingers started to glide around, and it was then she moved, following her fingers, and moving around the young man. Her fingers trailed her now, and she ran them across his shoulder blades as she slipped behind him and through the open door. She slipped off her shoes, pulled off her bag, and dropped her new hat on top of the small pile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 7:59 pm
putt putt
"Claude," he replied, in the same sort of serious tone that she had given him, except Chance's was accompanied by an altogether too innocent smile that rendered it completely not innocent in the slightest. Still, he was having fun, and regardless of what they were doing, or how they were doing it, he was glad he'd been dragged along.
"Very true," said Chance and smiled. "Playing fair is also a key aspect of games."
He set his own ball down and tapped it; it rolled approximately six feet before knocking into Claude's and sending it spiraling towards the wall of the course.
"Then again, accidental happenstances are also a key aspect."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:03 pm
the end (of the night)
He smiled at her, the touch of her fingers warm on his face and on his neck. It might have been more prudent to not make things a regular habit; but since Chance was not in the business of denying himself or others things that were meant to be entirely casual and pleasuring for both parties, he thought little about what exactly was prudent and what was not.
The door was swung shut behind them. Chance turned around and stepped behind Claude, his hands slipping around her waist, ducking his head to press a kiss beneath her ear.
"You can take the lead this time," he said lightly, and smiled, pressing more kisses along her neck.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 5:48 pm
putt putt
She watched her ball bounce off a wall, and then looked over at Chance. "Accidental." The trainee then let out a soft amused snort, and then, from that point on, legitimately tried to putt putt correctly.
For the sake of making up for Chance's childhood.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 6:17 pm
the end (of the night)She felt the pleasant warmth of him against her back, and stood there with his arms around her for few moments. She enjoyed the feeling of his lips behind her ear and on the back of her neck. At the statement she said nothing in return. She didn't need to. Claude turned in his arms, pressing against him readily as her hands came up and tangled into his hair. She captured his lips, holding into that kiss for a moment before she deepened it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:50 pm
putt putt
"Accidental," Chance said pointedly, and then spent the next several minutes attempting to poke Claude in the side while she attempted to actually putt putt correctly.
That was clearly part of making up for his childhood, right.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:55 pm
the end (of the night)
He loosened his grasp on her enough that she could turn around; and when her hands moved to his hair, he gathered her against his chest and sank into the offered kiss with a certain sense of amusement and desire. One hand wormed beneath her shirt, his arm going entirely up the back of it so that he could grip her shoulder, his other hand holding firm to her waist.
"You lead, I'll follow," Chance said again, speaking against her lips, and he laughed, the sound muffled on her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:23 pm
putt putt
She was legitimately trying to play...but with Chance's constant pokes it was hard when she was re-actively jerking away each and every time.
At one point after moving away from him, Claude reached out with her putt putt club and hook it behind his ankle. She then pulled, hoping to sweep him off his feet. That way she could hit her damn ball with a moment of peace.
Memories were made.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:32 pm
the end (of the night)The warmth of his arm on her back was wonderful, and being pulled against him even more so. Unfortunately, the current arrangement did prove challenging to the removal of clothes. Eventually. He laughed against her mouth, and Claude's lips skimmed across the corner of his as she flicked her eyes up to his. "What's so funny, hm?" She murmured, trailing kisses across his jaw.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:38 pm
putt putt
All Chance had to say about Claude knocking him off of his feet was that he was once again being reacquainted with his real love - the ground - and that if she was trying to sweep him, she was going to have to do better than using a club.
Also something about how he was going to win, which didn't happen.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:41 pm
the end (of the night)
For someone as mild-mannered as Chance was, he was relatively impatient tonight. Chance finagled his arm out from beneath Claude's shirt and tried to tug it off, fingers curling in the hem of it. He'd already taken several steps forward in an attempt at pushing her towards the bed, which, in spite of his saying she could take the lead, was clearly an amused urging for more.
"Life," he said with a grin, and caught her mouth again, this time he wasn't going to give her time to answer back.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:59 pm
the end (of the night)It didn't go unnoticed. The impatience, the urging, the leading. She didn't mind in the slightest, honestly. If anything, she found it interesting. In a warped tango, she moved back the several steps it took to get to the bed, all the while temporarily letting go of his hair. She helped him tug off her shirt, and was effectively silence after his answer. Instead she wrapped her arms around him and let herself fall back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. - - - - - - - - - As childish as they were, she liked the stars plastered to his ceiling. She decided this as she stared up at them, exhausted after the long day plus this, but utterly satisfied. After a moment she spoke up, the back of her hand and knuckles lightly brushing his shoulder. "Thanks. For going today."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:01 pm
the beginning of the morning
He had no idea what time exactly it was; maybe somewhere in the 2 AM range. Chance was lying on his back with one arm resting beneath his head, the feeling of Claude's fingers dusting over the bare skin of his shoulder. It was hot and stuffy in the room, the window cracked slightly to let in a breeze of cool air, and he turned his head to look at her, eyebrows raised.
"You act like it was a big deal," he said mildly, and smiled. "I had a good time."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:23 pm
the beginning of the morningShe snorted softly, amused. "A big deal? No." She tapped one of her knuckles against his skin. "But it was one day of your leave as well, and you could have said no, so I'm expressing my thanks." Because she had a good time too, and she didn't think it would have been nearly as good if she went by herself.
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