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Jamal lay sprawled on his bed, dressed in jeans and a clean white wifebeather, relaxing after a workout session with his handweights in hopes of maybe regaining of his muscle mass in the coming weeks. He'd just showered (for what had to have been the fifth time since he'd gotten back in his duplex) and would have smelled of soap if it hadn't been for the fact that a lit blunt dangled from his lips and was infusing the room and Jamal again with it's smell.

The rap on the door made him grunt and exhale a cloud of smoke that weaved through his whiskers before curling lazily in the air. Now what?

He sat up after a pause, adjusting the wrap over his hair in hopes of keeping his unbraided hair from getting too unruly (he had it greased up and pulled back in psuedo-cornrows that weren't braided, but were divided up into sections that were ready for braiding as soon as he had figured out how to manage it) and ambled to the door. He opened it just as the smoke cloud she blew was repelled against the door's surface and a quick sniff was enough to tell him it was just cig smoke. The tiger man gave her a fangy grin and removed the joint from his lips, tilting his head back and to the side slightly. He was obviously in a good mood.

"Glad ta see it's you knockin' on ma door instead of some stupid ******** dat'd really ruin a good high," he drawled, moving away from the door frame so she could come in. He was glad to see that she'd made it out of the jungle alright...but hell, this was Antony. She could damn near do anything, so it seemed, so he wasn't surprised.

The caress of his clothed abdomen got his attention almost immediately and suddenly the joint between his fingertips was of secondary importance, which was not a conscious decision on his part. As she slipped past, he narrowed his eyes and watched her rear end dart out of his immediate reach. He'd always been a shameless fan of the female body but the stroke of her hand on his stomach had once again perked the attentions of not only his natural instincts but his feline friend. It was though the tiger was awakening from a nap. It was a slow sort of appearance, but the animal was always there, just never in the same magnitude.

"Hmm..." he murred pensively as he took another drag of the joint before looking away to flick the mostly spent butt into a makeshift cafeteria plate ashtray. "I think I'd be a damn fool ta say no." He ambled in her direction, a slightly smug curve to his lips.

How nice that such a wonderful thing of being able to get back in the duplexes would bring other pleasurable aspects with it. He was a great mood...she apparently was also... what other perfect way to celebrate their good luck than a good old-fashioned sexual romp? He was game.

Oh ho ho. Game on. Definately game on.

Jamal was not at all disappointed that he let her inside the duplex then and met her kiss with equal fervor, his pot-induced high mixing wonderfully with the amorous feeling of sexuality that the tiger had already stirred in his mind. The hand at his neck made him murr lowly, feeling the insistance in her grip. There was little toying around this time. Quick and to the point, so it seemed...that was how the tiger preferred it anyway, but a little bit of play wasn't always bad either.

His hands moved to explore the skin beneath the back of her shirt, remarkably careful with his odd-claws as he did so; he'd learned to master such 'tasks' now that he'd had them for awhile. One hand slipped south and hooked beneath the waistband of her jeans as she forced themselves closer while the other wrapped about her back and pressed her firmly against his chest as he increased the intensity of his kissing.

Bed...floor...counter...like it mattered much to Jamal at this point. The bed was a good starting place, though, if anything.

The pull at his hips spurred him to with her because he was damned if she was going to break the contact between them even for a second against his wishes. She had accomplished one of her goals thus far; that is, getting the tiger involved. He was a clear presence now, those instincts amplifying Jamal's natural tendancies in a manner that only currently played itself out if Jamal was feeling particularly strong about something, be it anger or the pursuit of pleasure. The rough nibbles at his mouth made him growl sensuously in approval and the hand that had been involved in the embrace moved to her nape of her neck, the tips of fingers brushing into the short, cropped hair.

The finger that was hooked in the back of her jeans circled around her hip until it ended up at the front where the buttoned flap was easily accessible, which he flicked apart without hesitation. That same hand tugged then at the front of the material, clearly a move to disrobe her of her jeans.

The careful lingering of her hands over his side and abs had a dual effect on him; a comforting sort of sensation coupled with a maddening urgency assaulted his brain. If she had been trying to get that rhythmic purr going, she did a good job; his neck and upper chest vibrated with it.

He was glad Antony got the hint and removed the troublesome outerclothing, otherwise he might have accidently damaged it; stuff like shirts and jeans didn't require as much care as living flesh, so he probably wouldn't have been worried about tearing clothing. This point was thusly proven as he shucked off his own shirt, leaving tiny slits where his claws caught it wrong at the hem, and tossed it to land wherever. The bed loomed behind Antony, the covers slightly rumpled from his sleep earlier that day.

He growled in response to her 'command' and her touch on his stomach, eyes slitting momentarily in ecstacy. The stomach area was -definately- a sensitive spot for him and thankfully Antony knew that and was using it to her advantage. Whilst she was exploring his chest, his jeans were stripped off so they fell into a puddle at his ankles to be stepped out of easily in the next moment. Best rid himself of them now so they'd have less to worry about in the next few minutes.

With little hesitation, Jamal picked her up for a second and pushed her back onto the bed so that she was fully on it and followed soon after, moving in on her with a positively predatory gleam to his eye and a cool, very Jamal-esque grin.

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