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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:04 am
She simply held him to her, rocking him ever so slightly while she just listened. For now, she only needed to be there, to be Billy's friend.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:22 am
After a moment of this, he suddenly lifted his head to press his mouth against her's, not caring about his mutated teeth or the beginnings of her muzzle. They were both human once... walked on two legs, cared only about cash and what everyone else was thinking. Billy had been trapped in his own rational mind for long enough for it to become irrational, but the feel of a woman seemed to bring Billy back to his old vigor, despite the fuzzy details.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:19 am
At first, she seemed to surpress a choke, whether it was from surprise, the teeth being in the way, or just her disgust for the taste of raw fish. Probably a mix of all of the above, actually.
Somehow, she was able to push back all of that before hesitantly returning the kiss. It was weird, it didn't feel right, and it wasn't in the least bit hot. At least, not yet, but Antony was quickly loosing faith thanks to the lingering fish taste. That was the killer.
Antony pulled back eventually, gasping for some fresh air as she stood and directed them towards the bathroom. The present internal debate was whether to actually ask him to take a swish of mouthwash or not. In the end, she stopped, leaned Billy on the counter, and took one for herself before offering it to Billy with as horny of a look as she could muster in the situation. "I love its taste," she replied throatily while watching him intently.
Please god let him swish. The taste of fish was too much.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:00 pm
He gave a needy groan, tentacles struggling to pull himself back up to meet her face again, "I miss th'taste o' smoke- don' get rid o' it..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:05 pm
"I'll smoke if you swish," she replied quickly, reaching a hand down to rummage through a drawer for a lighter and a pack of smokes. This way, he wouldn't somehow think she was bluffing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:20 pm
"Yer nervious," He pulled back, letting go with a few tentacles to grab at the sink behind him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:22 pm
"Should I smoke or not?" Antony asked, pointedly ignoring his comment in favor of letting the cig dangle between her lips while she glanced over to the mouthwash. That was all she really needed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:36 pm
"I though' we was in th'middle o' somethin'," He pulled away further, eltting go to drop towards the ground and her feet. "Can't tha' wait fer after?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:39 pm
"I thought you wanted me to smoke?" She said with a blink, shrugging and sliding down to the floor with him. Leaning into where his ear would be, she murred low in her throat, "Take a swish and I won't be able to keep my hands off of you..." The offer sounded rather genuine, and it was because she knew what he wanted.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:45 pm
His violet eyes darted from the bottle of mouthwash to her face, his own contorting in a look of mild disgust, "I... s'pose... aint had mint in months. Don' know if I can pallet it no more-" A limb drifting up to take the bottle hesitantly. Hopefully she'd cover up the horrid cold taste.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 3:20 pm
Antony lit the smoke and took several long drawls while he pondered the mouthwash. As long as he didn't taste like fish she would be much more forgiving on the inking to come. She made sure to exhale in his direction, but was also ready to snuff it out once he was finished minty-ing up for her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:15 pm
He finally clenched his eyes closed, tiny reminiscant nostrils flairing slightly as he filled his mouth and gargled, his spiny fin flairing a moment befor he twisted to spit into the sink. His altered teeth unfortunatly got in the way, a bit of ink-stained mouthwash dribbling down his bearded chin. He managed to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror and immediatly regretted it, turning to lower himself back to the floor, wiping the liquid away with a tentacle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:24 pm
She only saw his expression, and a frown grew on her muzzle as her hand snuffed the smoke out in the ashtray on the counter. A deep breath was hidden by one last, deep drag of the cigarette before it was put out, and with a silent prayer of sorts, the squirrel woman pulled him against her and pressed his lips to his.
It was the least she could do.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:29 pm
Tentitively, the crippled man wrapped his many arms around her, drinking in her kiss as though it were the only real thing in that imaginary room. He wasn't there. He wasn't a monster. He hadn't driven Aubrey away. He was at home, human, with some lovely young thing he had found at the club that night and sweet talked into staying over. He was dexterous and as charming and handsome (in his opinion) as ever. These tentacles weren't his. They weren't there. There were arms and legs and everything in between. Unfortunatly, his movements weren't quite in agreement with his imagination- as far as Antony was concerned, he was still a horrible, crippled, octopus-man.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:44 pm
It hadn't taken them long to move into the bathroom to take advantage of the clean water. It was awkward, to say the least, but in the end she felt no disappointment or guilt. Though, she was rather exhausted. It had been different, and for someone as well learned as her in sex, that was an experience.
For the time being, her eyes were closed as she lay back in the tub, catching her breath and generally enjoying her post sex smoke.
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