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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 11:49 pm
He obliged by lifting his arms up and away long enough for the tank to be effectively stripped off and discarded somewhere next to the couch. Thankfully, she had already taken care of her own top, so he didn't have to worry about that. His dark gaze eagerly took in the site of her sitting there in his lap, unable to keep his hands to himself as they once again started to roam from the top of her jeans, up her stomach, and to her chest
"We gonna do this right herr, or you wanna move somewhere mo' comfortable," he whispered into her ear as he leaned in to nuzzle and kiss her neck, his breathing growing heavy and voice a little more husky.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 11:58 pm
Antony smirked at his look after she had shucked the shirt behind her, eyes taking in the lustful gaze as if were vital to her survival. Her back arched in reaction to his hands and she allowed a few soft reaction noises to escape her parted lips. This was just what she needed.
His voice sent prickles down her spine, and she shivered despite how heated she felt. "Anywhere you want," she replied roughly as she tilted her chin up to allow him better access to her neck and collarbone.
She had no preference as to where, as long as she was satisfied by the time they were finished.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 12:08 am
He gave a low, rumbling chuckle. "How 'bout we jus' start herr...'n' see what happens," he suggested in the same rough, low-toned voice he spoke in earlier while at the same time slowly moving her so he could easily lay her down on her back on the couch.
As he 'pushed' her back, a hand went back to unsnap her bra and he hovered over her, using his arms for support as he started to firmly kiss her neck and collarbone, trailing downward slowly in a teasing manner to her chest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 12:17 am
His decision was fine by her. They'd probably end up all over the duplex anyways, so no need to complain over where they started at. As long as where they ended was the bed because she was lazy and wanted to be damn comfortable.
She made room for him between her knees, letting one leg fall off the side of the couch for now. Raising her hand to the general ceiling area, Antony flicked off any possible cameras the bird before resuming the pleasurable activity.
If anyone was watching, they were in for a show.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:01 pm
It was very late into the following day that Jamal began to stir against the crumpled bedsheets, finally coming out of a deep sleep that had taken both him and Antony after a long...eventful night.
One eye cracked open slowly, it's gaze first falling on the nearest window; he was faintly surprised to see it was so dark already...he hadn't meant to sleep the day away. Jamal was almost tempted to just go back to sleep, but thought better of it for the fact he preferred the late afternoon and evening over morning any time.
He pinched his eye closed again and stretched lazily on his side of the bed, his nude form just barely covered with a sheet, then opened his eyes again to stare at the ceiling sleepily as he contemplated waking Antony up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:32 pm
At first, Jamal's stirring did little to wake the woman sleeping on her side next to him, but after he stretched and made the bed move, Antony groaned softly and shifted. The sheet draped loosely along her curves, and her hair stuck up in various bed head directions.
Frowning when she felt herself being yanked from a lovely sleep, she finally cracked an eye open, spying him next to her. She watched him lazily, before finally giving into being awake. "Whatime'sit?" Antony grumbled lazily, not caring to enunciate her words.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:41 pm
Jamal grunted softly and glanced over at her with a rueful half-smirk before turning his head to glance at the clock at the bedside. A brow lifted high and he paused, blinking a bit to make sure he was reading the clock right. Well damn...
"....6:30ish," he responded finally as he rolled back over to face her, peeking just slightly from behind the edge of the pillow as it fluffed up in his face. "At night." He did look surprised as he said this, yet internally he knew he probably shouldn't be.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:52 pm
Antony blinked, giving him a bit of a blank look before quirking a smile, "Well s**t... We must have been tired then..." Chuckling softly, she finally stretched, toes curling as she gave a soft squeak.
Finally sitting up halfway, she reached up to try and subdue her hair somewhat, failing miserably. "Sleep well?" She mused, smirking lightly while reaching out to trail a fingertip down the front of his stomach.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:02 pm
He chuckled faintly behind a yawn, a hand moving to rub at his face roughly at the same time. "Hella tired, 'parently," he agreed drowsily once he was able to talk, not making a move to sit up or move about at all really. "But dat's a'ight...I ain't got no plans fo' da day, so I ain't missin' nuthin'."
The draw of her fingertip on his stomach made his skin tingle where it brushed; it was hardly an unpleasant feeling. Jamal closed his eyes and exhaled deepily in a blissful manner as though trying to blow away the last strains of sleep that didn't seem to go away. He really shouldn't go back to sleep...
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:14 pm
"Do people here ever really have any plans?" She murmured, continuing to trace her fingertip along the lines of his muscles, quite content to stay in bed for now.
Removing her hand before groping back behind her to the nightstand for her glasses, shaking them open and sliding them on. "Much better."
"Now what do we do?" The surely couldn't lay in bed forever.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:23 pm
"Not really," he admitted smoothly, eyes still closed, in reference to her first question. "Unless ya call thinkin' 'bout goin' ta da beach 'n then gettin' lunch plans, I guess."
When the touch on his abdomen halted, he opened his eyes again and watched her don her glasses, a pensive look crossing his features at the next question. He wasn't sure if he was hungry yet...it was too soon to tell...so he didn't suggest dinner.
"Aw hell, I dunno," he grumbled as he finally hauled himself upright to lean against the headboard and scratched his head as he remembered Antony's statement last night "Ain't today New Years Eve?...Don't people usually do s**t fo' dat?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:30 pm
"Yeah, they celebrate." With family and friends, and they only had the two of them. Pausing to sit all the way up, eyes scanning the room for any sight of what she had been wearing yesterday.
When she didn't find what she was looking for, her gaze turned back to Jamal, brow lifting somewhat as she got an idea. "Do you s'pose this island has some fireworks? Or... anything that explodes violently?" She could only hope.
Internally, she was debating whether or not she should get dressed now or later. Either way, a shower would be nice.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:37 pm
"Oh...I don't eva' celebrate it. s**t, I got drunk almost every night back home 'n' I hear dat's 'bout all anyone does on New Years anyway..." He flicked his fingers in a dismissive manner, then arched a brow at her question, wondering what she was getting at.
"Fireworks? Prolly not...at least, nuthin' we can get our hands on, I figger...but I know how ta make a pretty ********' sweet bomb outta spray cans, if dat helps anyway." A positively malicious look flashed over his face at the thought; he hadn't made an explosion with those things in a long time...not since he got involved in his drug ring.
He wondered what the staff would do if he started setting hair spray cans on fire in the middle of the village. That could be worth doing just to see their reaction.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:47 pm
"That's not as fun as fireworks though." At least, in her opinion it was much more fun to aim rockets at people from far away than to light flammable cans on fire. There was too high of a chance of projectile something coming after her that way.
Damn, she missed her potato gun that she made in high school. That s**t was sweet.
"Well," she suddenly announced, "I'm going to shower." It was a morning habit she had a hard time ignoring, even if it wasn't exactly morning anymore. Antony had just woken up, and it only seemed appropriate that it was time to shower.
Her eyes looked him over once more before she tossed the covers off herself and meandered into the bathroom. Soon the water was running, and the door had been left open.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 11:56 pm
"It be betta than nuthin'," he commented with another yawn just before she made her annoucement of a shower. Oh ho ho...
The quick lookover and the open bathroom door were practically an invitation for him to come along...even if she hadn't meant it that way. Jamal did not miss opportunities such as this due to a lack of motivation. Hell, what was more motivating than the thought of steamy shower water, soap, and a naked woman?
He rolled off the bed, untwisting himself from the blankets, and tromped over to the bathroom door where he promptly stuck his head in and declared "I think I need a showa' too" with an impish lilt to his voice.
The worst she could say would be to get lost and let her shower in peace...and if that was the case, then he'd wait until she was done...but you can't blame a guy for trying.
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