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[frednotwinifred]

"Ya can say that again," I reply, moaning deep in my chest. You make me burn so easily, my body reacting almost instinctively to you. I've never felt like this before, not even with... Well, no sense in thinking of her right now when you're in my arms and oh God, what are you doin' to my neck

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[frednotwinifred]

I grin as you agree, already imagining you in my arms on the dance floor, our bodies moving together. I tilt my head as you start to kiss me and then stop. I mentally shrug and tease my fingers across your ribcage, loving the way your strong muscles move beneath your smooth skin. "Well, there are a few places where we could, but I don't think I want to share you," I tease.

I think for a moment about letting your hesitation go, but decide I'll probably just think about it until I get an answer anyway. "So, you don't like the way I kiss?" I ask, hoping to make the topic easier to discuss.

[seeingstar]

"What?" I ask, a little bit shocked because--hello!--I just spent the better part of three hours kissing you, but then I realize you totally caught my hesitation. Oops, but it's cute that you have a vulnerable side, and God, could that possibly make you even hotter!?

"You are only the best kisser ever! It's just that, well, I didn't want to assume that just because of all this--" I gesture to our nakedness, "--I could just take rights. But if there is one thing you need to know about Cordelia Chase, it's that she will earn those rights pretty fast if you don't watch out." I throw you a wink to hopefully play off my spoiled behavior as cuteness.

[frednotwinifred]

"Hmmm, so, it's okay for us to make... uhhhh... have sex but it's not okay to kiss?" I ask, trying to keep my grin off my face. It seems awfully backwards to me, but in a way you're right. Kissing is much more intimate than a lot of other things.

"Well, I'm not one to kiss just to be kissin'. And I rather like the way we work together, but if you'd prefer me to take you out first, I completely understand that," I say honestly. "I'll make an honest woman of ya," I say in my best, which just happens to be horrible, John Wayne voice.

[seeingstar]

Your silly cowboy voice makes me giggle. God, even your silliness is hot. "Well, you'll be the first. What does it take to make me honest? Besides dancing and casual dining?"

I slide off the bed, keeping my stomach tight and my boobs thrust out. Hey, I know how to make myself look good. I turn my back and swish over to the stack of suitcases. After a moment of rummaging, I pull out my Cavalli Western hat (Spring 1994) and sail it to you with a smile. "Here!"

[frednotwinifred]

I lick my lips as I watch you move across the room. God, you are the epitome of what a woman should look like

[seeingstar]

My stomach flutters when you say you want to treat me like a woman should be treated. "I think you've already proven you know how to do that!" I say, even though I know what you really mean.

I take your hand and pull you up and into my arms. Your skin is so soft and warm.

"Just to let you know, I've been accused of being high-maintenance." I flip my hair, then finger comb it back into place.

[frednotwinifred]

I glance at the pile of luggage you brought and cock an eyebrow and then look back at you. "I can't imagine why anyone would ever say that," I tease, smiling to make sure you know I'm just kidding you. "I don't mind. It's obvious to me you know how to get... dirty... when it's required," I say with a sultry husk to my voice.

I wiggle just a bit to fit my body against yours, your soft curves forming against my more bony figure and slide my fingers through your hair. "Besides, I've been called high-maintenance as well, just usually not about stuff like clothes."

[seeingstar]

"Really? Tell me about you," I say. "The high maintenance parts and the low maintenance parts, too. Just everything. I have a lot of knowing you to catch up on."

I catch your hand as you finish touching my hair, which--oh my god, someone who appreciates my hair!--and clasp it tightly in mine.

[frednotwinifred]

I blush a little at your enthusiasm at learning more about me. I can't say it's a common thing. "Well, most of my high-maintenance part comes from listenin' to me rattle on about things that probably don't make sense to anyone but me. And I get excited about little things like a wild flower growin' in a crack in the sidewalk and a really soft pair of socks. I know it's kinda weird, but if ya can't be happy in the little things, how can ya be in the big ones?" I ask rhetorically. "I'm studyin' Physics so I'm sure that's borin' to a lot of people but I really like it. Plus, I kinda would like to hold your hand when I want to and not worry about other people. I know that's a big thing for you 'n' I'm not gonna push it, just wanted you to know it's somethin' I like." I say, hoping it's not some kind of a deal breaker for you.