Hotel Room of Drag-y Goodness, Tuesday evening

[dude_its_jude]

Jude collapsed into giggles on the huge hotel bed. His feet were killing him and this bra was really starting to itch, but it was totally worth it.

[[Inching towards NWS, yis.]]

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[the_merriest]

Rikku pounced, laughing like crazy, and tossed her hat onto the floor. "You's my favorite ho, bay-bee," she insisted, before leaning down to nibble on Jude's neck. "And I think we just broke Jeff."

[dude_its_jude]

"No more using the naked threat," he grumbled while grinning. "Isn't fair."

[the_merriest]

"How come it's not fair?" she giggled, sliding her hands down to toy with his shirt. "You could use it. I'd totally have to come running if you were all 'hey, I'm gonna be over here, naked.'"

[dude_its_jude]

"Really?" Jude seemed to consider this. His thinky face looked a bit strange when framed with all that gorgeous hair.

[the_merriest]

"Totally," she grinned, leaning down to lick the tip of his nose. "Even if you weren't naked, but just, you know. Gonna be over there, thinking about being naked. Or wanting me to be naked. Or gonna help me get naked. You and possible nudity still equals me, there, with bells on."

[dude_its_jude]

"I'd rather have the bells off," he pointed out, reaching up to tug her coat off.

[the_merriest]

Rikku shrugged out of the coat and laughed, reaching up to shake her hair out. "No bells. Got it. No cute little bras, either?"

She let one hand trail down and squeezed his padded assets. "Yours are kinda smushy."

[dude_its_jude]

Jude shimmied. "I told you, yours are totally better than mine. Better than, like, anyone's."

[the_merriest]

"Yours are kinda ... they look real? And then you grab 'em and they just smush." Rikku was still groping his non-boobs, considering. "Real ones must be more fun to play with. 'Cause this doesn't really do much."

She gave him an evil grin. "Besides, you're not, like, moaning or anything."

[dude_its_jude]

"Oh, like you?" Jude grinned. He let his head fall back and his back arch a little, letting out a moan that was a fair approximation of her own.

[the_merriest]

Rikku stopped short with a blush. "Whoa. Man. Now I'd kinda wanna keep doing this just to get that noise." She giggled. "Do it again?"

[dude_its_jude]

"Do what?" he grinned. "You gotta do something to earn it."

[the_merriest]

"The boob-squeezing doesn't do it for you?" she grinned. "Hmmm. Okay, then."

Her hands stayed on his boobs - because it was kinda fun to squeeze 'em, even if they were too smooshy - as she leaned over and kissed a line up the side of his neck. And then followed it back with her tongue.

[dude_its_jude]

On cue, he moaned, his wig starting to slip off as he arched again.

[the_merriest]

Oh, oh that went right through her, like it always did. One hand was sliding around to his back, inching under the hem of his cute little shirt, and she was nibbling a little insistently. Hey, she had to make sure he meant that moan, right?

[dude_its_jude]

"Bra . . ." he moaned, his hand straying up to bury in her hair.