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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:44 pm
She cocked her head slightly to the side as she positively soaked in the look he was currently giving her. It made her feel more than wanted, and on top of everything else, that was more than enough reason to indulge him.
"C'mere," the squirrel woman replied throatily, not really wanting to move (she figured she'd be back against that very wall soon enough regardless). Her hand trailed down through her natural cleavage, over her stomach, and down to the next clothing edge to tease him further.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:06 pm
F wouldn't have been surprised if he'd discovered he was drooling,
He practically jumped from his spot on her command, his mind on one track at this point. A devilish grin was on his alien face as he picked her up roughly so that her legs could wrap around his waist, and indeed pushed her against the wall. Once there he made to kiss her, pressing what used to be his lips against her short muzzle.
F never realised how hard it would be to kiss without proper lips, or how much this probably looked and/or felt like he was eating her face. He soon contented himself with groping wherever his hands fell instead.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:21 pm
A sharp, surprised noise left her when she was lifted suddenly, and she obediently wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping him against her. When her back hit the wall, heated prickles ran over her body and a muffled groan left her muzzle, pulling him closer to her.
Instinctively, she tilted her head to work with F on his attempts at kissing. Having worked with strange octopus beaks and muzzles, Antony had become rather good at adapting and improvising.
Therefore, the squirrel woman took it upon herself to take the lead with her, more human lips. It was definitely weird, but no matter, Antony soon broke the snogging in order to tug his shirt up over his head only to toss it carelessly somewhere else.
Regardless of his changes, it was the (probably alcohol induced) passion and hunger that drove his movements. He wanted her, and that fact alone was intoxicating.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:46 pm
F made a valiant attempt at carrying her towards the bed, but soon decided against it as his body threatened him with floor.
Instead he let her down before giving her a gentle shove by the hips towards her bed. F would follow shortly afterwards, unzipping his jeans as he did so, hopping to pull them off one leg and stumbling onto one knee while trying to free the other.
He promptly staggered up again and discarded the jeans with a sloppy grin before flinging himself at the bed.
"Oh." he purred dreamily, as he crawled towards her. The room had decided to spin. F found this actually made it even easier to get swept up in the moment. There was no longer a room, just Antony and F, on a very disorientating bed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:03 pm
While he haphazardly pulled off his jeans, she easily discarded her cami in the dirty laundry corner, backing up until her rear came in contact with the foot of the bed. It was an easy hop up, and despite how off he was being, Antony couldn't help but feel attracted to him.
So she smirked, seamlessly tugging off her panties before tossing them aside as well. She knew he would have been more coordinated sober, but Antony knew not if F would even want her had he been sober. Thus, she didn't argue.
He was more human than her other option after all, and there was something else... And she was unable to mask both her amusement and her lust brought about by his drunken antics and fervor.
She soon sent him a sultry look, which when paired with a rather evil grin, shamelessly gave him free reign of her for the night. As long as she had a good ol' time, that is.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:19 pm
And F would try his hardest to give her that good time.
It wasn't just about getting his oats. Even in his current state, F felt the need to make Antony happy.
He grinned madly. Sex. His mind giggled. Hell, likely not particularly good sex by his own doing. But sex all the same. Exactly what it seemed they both needed.
Nevermind how he'd feel about it in the morning.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:29 am
The night had been vaguely disappointing, but after a bit of thought and a few cigarettes the morning after the fact, Antony had chalked it up to him being drunk and her having naturally high expectations. Either way, the moment the sun had breached the horizon, the squirrel had wanted up. So Antony did the only thing she could do that wouldn't jostle F awake, worm her way into a sitting position and light up.
An ashtray was next to her on the bed and she looked out the window, slightly nervous about what would happen when he woke up, hungover but otherwise no longer intoxicated. Would he scream and leave in a hurry? She partially expected him to, but not so secretly hoped he didn't. A self esteem crushing action such as that was something she really had no urge to deal with at the moment, or ever again but that was pushing it.
And so she quietly smoked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 9:47 am
F slept late. Very late. He had appeared to wake up a couple of times over the morning but only long enough to mumble something incoherent and then simply drift off again.
Sprawled across the bed, on his back and stark naked under the sheets, F stirred slightly for a third time. After a moment, he groaned and peeled open his eyelids, a vaguely room-shaped blur slowly materialising around him. His pale eyes flicked towards the window before he wished they hadn't. The man hissed quietly at the inconsiderate sunlight, rolled over with his eyes squinted shut and fell off the bed with a muffled grunt, taking most of the bed sheets with him.
Of course it hadn't yet occurred to him to try and recollect the happenings of the previous night.
Severe dehydration and certain highly exhausting acts had propelled his hangover to a category most people could only dream of.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 11:26 am
Knowing the woes of terrible hangovers, Antony let the man sleep, but it could not be ignored when he went man overboard and took her covers. The thud really wasn't her main concern, but the sudden cool air that surrounded her was much more annoying. She couldn't see F on the floor after all.
The squirrelly one cursed and finally pushed herself out of bed to find some sort of clothes. Last night's discarded cami was easy enough to find, but the panties weren't so simple. After a bit of searching, they were shrugged on as well.
Now to evaluate the damage.
She crept over to the fallen body after closing the window shades quietly. "F?" Antony questioned as softly as she could, kneeling down onto the floor next to him before sliding onto her tookus, tails curling around her. "You need some water probably..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 2:18 pm
The fall woke F up rather effectively.
Or more accurately, the landing did.
As he lay there, his eyes grew wide with the sudden realisation that, as far as he was aware, his skull had been chopped into tiny pieces with a bath sponge and badly re-assembled by an epileptic Taiwanese boy, and hence ached accordingly.
In the time it took for Antony to find herself some clothes, F managed to gurgle a little bit.
"Yes?" he answered dully, rolling back over to peer at the ceiling and bringing his hands up to massage his eyes and face.
...A face that felt freakish and wrong. He withdrew his hands suddenly and made his best attempt at looking at his own facial features without the use of a mirror. His eyes then strayed off in thought, and a vague image from last night's transformation blessed his mind.
"An' a sm-hoke please." he requested meekly with a mid-word cough he didn't bother to correct. His stomach immediately jostled for some attention, rumbling obnoxiously. "Also, food."
Being quite this hungry wasn't a normal morning after effect for F..
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:32 pm
With a flick of her wrist, she offered him the rest of her smoke too keep him occupied while she gathered his other requests. A hand reached to push a few fallen dreads out of his face before patting him on the head. "I'll be right back."
The same hand was then held out for him in case he wanted help up.
Should he accept, then she'd help him up, but if not, she'd simply shrug and head off to get him a glass of water. It took her a bit, but soon she came back with a goodie bag of fun.
Rather, she came back with a glass of water, a pack of cigs, a lighter, and some cold pancakes she had previously swiped from the cafe. All of which were set on the bed. "It's the best I've got," she murmured, still keeping her voice down.
"And," Antony held up her index finger comically before opening her nightstand drawer and pulling out a bottle of tylonel, shaking him out two a moment later. The bottle was then tossed back in next to her other bedside toys and necessities.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:06 pm
F outstretched his hand to her and sucked blindly on the thin cylinder that had been offered to him, initially hoping (and soon being assured) that it was a cigarette.
"M'gay." he said placidly, oblivious to how much this utterance sounded like an impromptu confession of homosexuality.
He squinted briefly at her offered hand up, before accepting it awkwardly. Despite not particularly wanting to leave the comfort of the floor, he desperately needed to pee. And that wasn't really something Antony could do for him.
"So I'm naked." he said observantly as he reached his feet, voice scratchy and struggling to function. Uncaring at this point, he shuffled off to the bathroom with the cig still in his mouth, hearing her gather up various things from around the kitchen and bedroom.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:13 pm
"We had sex," she stated bluntly, yawning and lighting herself a new cigarette, which she puffed on placidly while waiting for him to come back from the bathroom.
For a moment, she debated hopping in for a quick shower, but the mass of tails reminded her how she could no longer take a 'quick' shower. Bummer. It'd have to wait then.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:56 pm
There was relative silence from the bathroom after Antony announced this fact quite frankly.
The toilet was flushed and the flea-man emerged from the bathroom once more, holding his own balled up shirt in front of him.
"You shou' be more careful. You really ******** a guy up when you do vat." he eventually complained groggily, insinuating with a frown that it was entirely her fault that he felt as s**t as he looked.
He then extracted his jeans from the floor on the way back towards the bed. F hadn't the foggiest where his boxers were.
Downing the water with the medicine and then sitting on the bed near her, he took a cig and the lighter in one hand and a pancake in the other. It seemed he'd lost her old cigarette somewhere in the bathroom -hopefully stubbed out safely somewhere.
He took a generous bite out of the pancake, and almost immediately pulled a rather uncomfortable expression. He stuck out his tongue so that the food fell from his mouth and onto his hand.
"'ow long 'ave you 'ad vese?" he waved the barely chewed bit of pancake at her, looking concerned.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 6:10 pm
"I just didn't say no," she retorted, narrowing her eyes at the complaint. Granted, it -was- her fault that they had sex, seeing as she was the only sober one of the pair, but that didn't excuse him entirely. "You got drunk and came over here..."
As if that would explain everything.
Antony ran her hand over her muzzle to soothe any possible headache back to where ever mean brain pains lived. "Yesterday. Since yesterday." She said slowly, repeating herself as her brows furrowed in confusion, reaching out and breaking off a piece of the breakfast food.
After chewing and swallowing, the squirrel woman gave him a worried look. Undoubtedly this had to be due to the fact that he had recently changed because the pancake was not as horrible as he seemed to think. "What do you want to eat?" She asked delicately before taking another pull of her handy dandy smoke.
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