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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:57 pm
"I guess she's HattieCat, then." He laughed, probably more amused at the way it almost rhymed than he should be. "Yeah, yeah, kitten whatev-" Horace choked off his words as her hands came up to cup his face. He arched one eyebrow. She was choking back laughter - if she was trying to mimic his soap opera face, she was failing. Yes, Horace had been much better. Harley was at least cute when she made faces. He nodded once, wisely, but then she was kissing him. Brown sugar. What. It was an awkward kiss; she was still holding back a giggle. A giggling kiss was about as far from sexy as you could get. It wasn't bad, but it became ever more awkward when he laughed too, the sound swallowed up between them. Horace's arms flailed wildly for several seconds until he realized she wasn't stopping! "I'M A MARRIED MAN!" He squeaked against her mouth, but it came out more like "EMMA AIRY ANNE," which was distinctly less en pointe. Horace wasn't really a married man, anyway, just taken. So his hands found her shoulders and tried to pry Harley off of him. Horace could feel his ears heat. "One - why? And two - that was the most non-sexy kiss I've ever had." He tsked at her, trying to brush it off lightly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:40 am
Dylon started looking around for the booze. Clearly these two had been into the wine or something. WHERE WERE DYLON'S KISSES? THIS GAME SUCKED!
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 7:14 am
She didn't understand EMMA AIRY ANNE but she imagined it was either some other chick's name, or an attempt at the good 'ol Jesus, Mary and Joseph curse. Either way it was his problem not hers, and she was completely okay with ignoring it. Besides, she was trying to not laugh in his face, and was failing miserably. Horace broke away with no resistance. Now released, Harley let out the laughter she was rather unsuccessfully trying to stifle, her arms wrapping around her bare stomach in an attempt to keep it all together.
"I promised him-" She giggled out, jerking her thumb towards Dylon, who looked more than confused (and even a lot disappointed that he was being left out). "-spontaneous make-outs! So, surprise!" She laughed once more, spreading her fingers and arching her hands to mime a starburst. Then, her fill of amusement done, she settled onto a more serious matter; namely, the problem he had with her first (and yes, terrible) attempt.
"Glad to be your first!" She teased, wrinkling up her nose and sticking her tongue out at him. "But you're right, that was terrible." At least they were all in agreement - except for Dylon, who still looked like a puppy left out of play time - on one thing. But what was left unsaid was the Challenge Accepted that rang in the back of her mind; she imagined that if she had said it out loud, he might have had the warning he needed to stop her.
So this time, when she leaned in to steal a kiss, it was much more serious. Her giggled had been reigned in, and she finally got a grasp on the whole super serious part of the fake-romantic kiss. Her lips pressed against his, soft and gentle at first, teasingly tentative, taking her time, at least as much of it as she could spare. The second kiss - should he allow her to steal it - was deeper, started with the light brush of her tongue against his lip. All the while her hands pressed against him, one sliding back to curl around his neck, her fingers brushing against the shaved part of his head while the other lingered on his upper arm, right against his tattoo.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 8:37 am
Horace groaned, his hands covering his face for a moment. Spontaneous make-outs? His hands dropped rather quickly because Harley was laughing and it was infectious and Dylon's face was absolutely priceless. Horace blew him an air kiss, complete with rakish wink, although the effect was ruined by laughing. "Totally terrible surprise, Harley." But then Harley was moving again and he froze, mind blanking. What... why again? He didn't respond at first, but then she kissed him again and he got it - Harley was trying to be super serious romantic times and well, nobody knew super serious purple prosey romantic times than Horace. It was pure impulse, but his hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. If she wanted to give Dylon a show, then, by god, they would give him a show. His mouth opened under hers, and his teeth scraped along her bottom lip. His free hand came up to cup her face, thumb stroking along one cheekbone. He would not laugh. All or nothing, he thought, and kissed her deeply, sliding his fingers around to thread through her bright hair. Horace broke the kiss slowly, corners of his lips twitching, just a bit. His eyes slid to Dylon, wanting to catch the look on the other man's face. "Yes, yes, much better, young padawan. But you could use more lessons." he said, his voice mock-serious. He flopped over, smacking into Dylon. "However," And his hands went back over his face. "-not with me. I'm a taken man! Oh god." It had been a teasing thing, but they had both gotten into some form of horribly competitive one-up-manship. The kiss should not had happened and Horace felt terrible. He hadn't seen his boyfriend in a couple of days. Jan was sweet and never anything but what he wanted - he deserved better than a stupid kid like Horace. He sighed and reached over to snap Harley's bra strap.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 2:42 pm
"What?! Heeeey no, those were supposed to be with me! Me!" Dylon whined, laughing and rolling onto his back. "With that logic I could have a spontaneous dance party on the other side of a window and not let you join." Harley was cheating. That brat. And then they made out with less laughter. Dylon heaved a sigh of disappointment. He sat up, eyeing the pair while shaking his head slowly. So much judging. He laughed a lot as Horace despaired; forgetting he was apparently taken. "Whatever, dude~. It was a contest. And who here would ever tell?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 6:14 pm
And what a show it was. At some point he pulled her against him and she went willingly, quickly getting caught up in it; the tease between them, the heat from his body, the oddly gentle brush of his hands. The way his lips felt against hers. Then it was over, perhaps too quickly, and he was spouting some nonsense about - hey!
"I do not." Harley huffed in her own defence, pouting at the mock-serious comment. She didn't need any lessons! She was great! When she actually put effort into it anyway. Stupid boys, stupid - ...taken... boy? That had the girl pausing, staring at the fallen form of her friend, who was currently hiding behind his hands. She stared at him for a moment or two in stunned silence, trying to process what she was hearing, and what it meant - but more specifically, trying to figure out why. He had kissed her back, right? Quite amorously, too. But he was - then why did he?
Maybe there was trouble in his own personal paradise.
"Well that was stupid!" She decided, leaning back to press her back against the wall so she could plant her feet on his side, soon shoving him with every intention of pushing him to the edge of the bed. "You don't have smut reading underwear parties that involve kisses when you're taken!" She puffed out her cheeks, but then shook her head and gave a chuckle, her feet still on him, toes wiggling. "Oh well, it was fun, and I promise I won't say anythi- HEY WAIT!" Her promise died on her lips as she realized something; Dylon had talked about - something about having a party on the other side of a glass wall without her.
"That's not - ow!" She wailed as her bra strap was snapped, and this time she shoved him harder with her feet, really trying to force him off the bed now. And she stayed quiet until she managed to do just that. Not a peep came from her until she heard the thud of Horace on the ground. Then she slid up to Dylon on the bed and batted her blue eyes as innocently as she could.
"I'm sorry! I was kidding, I really just wanted to kiss him. I mean he said anything right? Forgive me? I'll still owe you spontaneous make outs!" And hopefully, he wouldn't have a dance party without her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:03 pm
"Well, quite frankly, my lover probably wouldn't be into crazy smut-reading underwear parties. The underwear, yes. So, smut should continue, only with less kissing, Harley - you harlot!" The last was said in a squeak as he fell off the bed. Grumbling, he got to his feet and crossed his arms, glaring at both Dylon and Harley. "Owed make-outs?" A spark of humor glinted in his eyes as he straightened his glasses and climbed back onto the bed. If Harley wanted spontaneous make-outs, well... "Aw, you owe Dylon, Hattiecat." And he leaned his shoulder into Harley's back, trying to push her face onto Dylon's. As he did this, he couldn't resist, he began to softly sing "Kiss the Girl". "Sha-la-la, don't be shy~"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:36 pm
Dylon looked between the two, his brow raising at it all. "Don't tease boys, Harley. So mean~." He chuckled at her pleading with a smile. Horace's helpful aid was met with more laughter. Laughing was Dylon's reaction to everything. "You're a good wingman, buddy." He smiled, pinching Harley's nose as she was pushed closer. "I'm not too shy~ But this is hardly spontaneous. I'm a big fan of middle school kissing contests, but what happened to smut reading?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 9:38 am
"Lover." Harley repeated with an amused snort and a giggle. Who called anyone their Lover anymore? Horace clearly read one too many smutty novels. She loved it.
"Yeah yeah, okay, lesson learned." She crossed a finger over her heart, and then waved her hand in dismissal - though she did utter a mockingly shocked gasp at the accusation, which made his eventual tumble off the bed a lot more satisfying. Dylon's comment earned him a small 'Awww, but Dylooon~!' and a shake of her head until there was a sudden shoulder in her back, and good 'ol Casanova was suddenly a lot closer than he used to be.
"Wha--Hey! Smutbot, stop that! Dis iznt pontaneuz-" Her words got garbled and less understandable as her nose was pinched, and both hands reached up to press against and push at the offender's face until he saw fit to let her go. The moment he did, she wiped her nose on her wrist, and promptly wiped it onto Horace's shoulder because really, this was all his fault to begin with.
"We got distracted. CONTINUE, good sir!" Harley pointed at nothing but looked at Dylon, and made herself comfortable again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:33 pm
Horace was laughing so hard he couldn't dodge Harley's nose wipe. Instead he let out a strangled groan. "Goddammit, Harley, that's gross!" He shoved her, but not hard. "Dylon, control your child!" An accusing finger was pointed at Dylon, who seemed to be laughing without a care. Horace rolled his eyes. "Reading can continue, of course - but who should read? Me? Casanova-kun, or Hattie?" Horace waggled his brows and tried to leer at first Dylon then Harley. It likely wasn't very successful.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:48 pm
"Nuh uh! It's Harley's turn!" Dylon shoved the book at Harley with a happy grin. "This read needs a women's touch!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 8:24 pm
The urge to lick Horace's face grew by the second.
Luckily, they were perfectly thwarted as a book was thrust in her direction, and all of her attention went to grabbing the then-mysterious object on reflex; dropping anything, even sudden things, was probably a no-no. When she realized it was the book, and paired it with what Dylon was saying, she let out a loud, unhappy groan.
"But DAADDYYYY!" She wailed, then pouted, and huffed, and slouched back against the wall, bringing her knees up higher to put the book on it.
She read until the scene was over, as dramatically and breathy as she could then, as the characters climaxed in ecstasy -
"-Then they got slaughtered by rogue robot spiders. The end!" The book was nearly slammed closed, and offered back to out Horace. "Thank you for the read, Smutbot! And Casanova, for the use of your bed as a stage. Could use more coffee though. Next time, I want lattes with my smut reads!"
"But I think I should go back to my room now. Before you two keep me awake with your naughty pelvic magic." She cackled, and started to try and slide her way off the bed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 1:40 pm
He took the book with a mock outraged glare. "Only youwould ruin the climax of the story with robots." He tsked. The temptation to grab her ankle was there, but Horace gentlemanly resisted. "Actually, I got duty soon, again. I'm gonna die of boredom. Pod duty." He made a face and bounced on the bed once. "Dylon, I vote we never let Hattie read again." And then, he too was scooching off the bed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 4:10 pm
"Denied! I like Hattie's version." He grinned with a chuckle. "Awwww I'm gunna be so lonely when you all leave." He pouted, plopping onto his side with a whine. " One~ Is the loneliest number..." He began to croon, dragging a pillow to his chest with a sad face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:17 pm
"I let them finish!" Harley whined, mockingly offended at his attempted rejection of her story. When Dylon rushed to her defence, she cheered loudly, and spun to look at Horace with a very loud, victorious HAH!
"Okay well anyway, Smutbot, get to work. Casanova, don't die of loneliness, and as for me~" By this time she had gotten off the bed and was grabbing her clothes from the floor, slipping into her shorts and beginning to find the arm holes of her tank top. "I'll hold down the dream fort." She hopped back to the bed just long enough to give each boy a sloppy kiss to the forehead - even if she had to pull Horace down a little bit - and then made a rather quick exit.
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