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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:53 pm
She really tried to keep an innocent face, but at his look, she snorted while trying to conceal her laughter, rolling onto her back to peer up at him. "I didn't tell them anything," the squirrel woman responded honestly. It wasn't her fault that she had five tails to amuse her when she was bored, or generally feeling like being evil.
Again, her hand patted his stomach as she offered him a smile, palm rubbing the skin afterwards for a bit before she rolled over to watch the movie, yawning somewhat.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:05 pm
"I don't believe you," he said accusingly, brow furrowed, as he tried to flick the tip of one tail away from his sensitive belly.
The pat on his stomach made him mrrr under his breath. She looked far too coy and impish to not have some evil scheme in mind.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:09 pm
"Well did you hear me tell them anything?" She asked, stopping the rubs so she could cross her arms over her chest. Technicality.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:12 pm
"I don't tell ma'self outloud ta fluff ma whiskers o' ta purr, now do I?" he retorted, looking smug.
Ah hah! He was certain he caught her now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:16 pm
"Those things just happen naturally. Do you think I'm able to control -five- tails myself?" An eyebrow cocked as she replied, a smug enough look to rival his forming over her features.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:19 pm
"I kin tell myself NOT outloud ta do it," he snorted, then wriggled his whiskers about in demonstration. He was not going to be fooled, dammit.
"Plus yer a woman. Women kin multi-task like ********."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:24 pm
"Oh you -know- I can multi-task," she murmured from low in her throat, wiggling her eyebrows at him in a suggestive manner. Suddenly a horrible pick-up line flitted through her mind: 'Hey baby, want to multi-task with me?' And of course she chuckled at it, reaching up to flick at his whiskers annoyingly. "Well I already know you can move your lips. Show me something new," she challenged, wiggling her nose at him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:29 pm
Jamal wriggled his whiskers again in mock-annoyance after she twanged them and stuck his tongue out, giving her a raspberry. She was going for broke tonight or something with trying to driving him nuts.
"I think you've already seen all ma tricks," he replied loftily as he peered down at her, trying to look unphased with her devilry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:41 pm
"Seen them all?" She asked, frowning as if she were displeased by the news, "Maybe I should find someone with new tricks then?" Her tails flicked along the front of his stomach once more, though this time they had an obvious motive. See, she could torture Jamal. Not that there was ever any doubt in that happening.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:45 pm
Jamal shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the couch again as though he wasn't remotely troubled.
"Well, I'm sure I could come up wit' somethin' new if I -had- ta," remarked the tiger man in an equally nonchalant manner, moving to brush the tail away again, though he sort of dragged his fingers through the fluffiness of it as he did so.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:56 pm
His fingers running through her tail fur was a strange, but not at all unpleasant, sensation, and she relaxed visibly. To counter his movement, her nails ran across his stomach roughly, though not enough to break his skin. "Could you know? What if I don't believe you?" She drawled, one tail moving to wrap around the wrist of the offending hand as best as it could.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:01 pm
"Prooooolly," he said slowly, a brow arching now as the tail wrapped around his wrist haphazardly. Hm...interesting. "Usually when ya don't believe me, I try ta prove it...but...we're watching a movie, ain't we?"
The latter was said with a smartass grin as he combed the fingers of his other hand through the fur of the hostage-taking tail, forcing himself to not respond to the nails on his stomach.
"It's such a good movie too..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:15 pm
She let her eyes half lid when he petted her tail again, one arm reached over to grab the remote on the coffee table, thumb fumbling for the power button. The DVD player clicked off, effectively stopping the movie as her eyebrow cocked upwards once more. "What movie?" Antony asked, blinking up at him as she let her nails trail along the edge of his boxers lazily.
Her tail simply tightened as best it could on the wrist, which wasn't actually that tight. Unfortunately, even though she had five tails, they really didn't serve much use aside from balance. At least, not like some of the other islanders' more dexterious tails.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:23 pm
"And it was gettin' to da good part too," he said with a highly exaggerated sigh, as though she'd just acted out the greatest injustice of movie interruption ever. The truth was that he had never gotten into the movie thanks to her hyperactive tails...and he'd seen the movie a zillion times.
The tickle of nails above his boxer line were not something he could ignore all that easily but he attempted anyway, instead snagging the end of the wrist-wrapping tail and coiling the tip around an index finger, giving her a 'cool as a cucumber' expression. As annoying as the tails were with their brushings and whatnot, they sure were persuasive.
...He'd be damned if she didn't have control over those things.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:35 pm
Antony rolled her eyes at his complaint, snapping the front waistband when he continued to mess with her tails. Sitting up, the squirrel woman plucked the pillow from between them and tossed it to the other end of the couch as she casually tugged her tails free. Moments later she was crawling towards the endtable where her smokes were situated, absently letting her haunches raise on their own.
Her tails swished and flicked behind her on their own as she moved to shake a smoke from the pack, acting uninterested in the possibility of future calorie burning events.
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