Log Post. (Possibly Part I of II?)
Broodygryffindor: Joey? Pssst.
Joey McCormack: Yes?
Broodygryffindor: Coming over?
Joey McCormack: Hang on. Frogs.
Joey McCormack: Okay, coming.
Broodygryffindor: ... wait. Now?
Broodygryffindor: Not even there anymore, are you?
Auto response from Joey McCormack: SNITCH!
Answer the door Natalie, before your neighboring teachers wonder why this silly little seeker is bouncing in their hallway.
Natalie just barely has the presence of mind to throw her own away message up ("for fuck's sake," of course) before rushing to the door. "*Hello,* Miss Gryffindor Seeker."
"Hello!" Joey hesitates with another bounce, then pushes Natalie back into the room, leaning in to kiss her lips and stretching back to close the door. Who's leaving? No one, of course.
As if Joey *needs* to block the exits. Natalie's the one who did the inviting, after all, even if she *is* just a bit caught off guard. "... god. You look." Natalie just grins. "Want a bath?"
"Bath?" Blink. Blink. Oh, right. Match and party and jelly and chocolate and sweat. Stuff like that. Does she *really* smell? "Oh, if you think so." Big bright smile-- it's so Joey.
"It's, um." Natalie runs fingers through her own hair before running a hand down Joey's back. "Well. Part of the plan. Sort of." Her hand runs back up and gives Joey's shoulder a brief squeeze.
"You *planned* this?" ...well, yes, Jobie. Pay attention. "...what comes next?" Other than nuzzling, but *Natalie* at least smells good.
"... you naked." Natalie nods, but keeps the movement small enough not to dislodge the nuzzling Joey head. "Then, um. Me naked." She clears her throat. "How's that sound?"
"Wait. When is the bath, again?" Joey's already out of order, pushing her hands up under Natalie's shirt. November sure is cold for her poor little fingers.
Well, if it's *Joey* who's cold, then of course that explains why Natalie's starting to shiver. Cold hands. "When would you like?"
Obviously. That makes so much sense! And nipples. They do, too. When Joey touches them. "Is it warm? Because, I mean. All that strenuous activity was *so* long ago."
Natalie laughs, squeezing Joey's elbows, because then maybe *Joey* will squeeze back. "Want a warm up first, then?"
Well, yes. Squeeze more than pinch, and cupping, and caressing... And Joey could really do with a taste of neck. Really, really. "How?" One word will do, since her mouth is busy.
Natalie gulps, which feels like it just pushes her neck deeper into Joey's mouth. Which just leads to moaning, really. "... not a bad start."
"Good." Lick. Grin. "Now what?"
It's a good thing Natalie has worked all this out. Otherwise, she might be overwhelmed. "... um." Uh-huh. "Naked. Right?"
Natalie *doesn't* get *overwhelmed.* Just... Joey is a bad influence? Groping, and all that rot. "Naked is cold."
"Bath will be warm." Natalie giggles and presses up against Joey. "And *I'm* warm." There's a beat, and then she remembers. "Let's go turn on the water. Okay?"
"Okay." Broad smile again, and Joey pushes Natalie back towards the bathroom. Maybe there's a hint of the predatory there, if you take the time to notice-- oh, wait, no. Not when her lips are on Natalie's again. Horny little bugger, isn't she? Jumping her girlfriend the first chance she gets.
As long as she doesn't jump her when her back's turned, like now -- after several long, drawn out kisses -- when Natalie kneels down at the side of the tub to turn the water on.
Well, no. It's alright. Joey will just start getting undressed, see? Take advantage of time, not Natalie. Shirts are such short work, after all, that by the time Natalie turns around, she's already topless (back to Natalie, of course, out of some strange habit) and reaching for the button and fly of her jeans.
Which is just about the point that Natalie whimpers, hands immediately taking hold of belt-loops to help Joey with the pulling down of trousers. "Um. Your back looks... limber." Natalie grins.
Joey leans back into Natalie. "It *is.*" And that's not bragging. She *has* to be in shape to be where she is in Quidditch. "...your hands look cold."
Natalie presses her lips along several vertibrae up Joey's spine -- one, two, three, four -- and then giggles. "I can fix that. Just a sec." She pulls back only momentarily, running her hands through the spray of water filling the tub and then returning them to Joey, somewhere along her ribcage. "Better? Warmer?"
Wetter, that's what they are! Joey squirms and giggles, turning to pull at Natalie's own shirt. "Off, Nats." Correction: "Natalie." With another giggle.
The misstep there could almost be enough to spoil the mood, if Natalie weren't too distracted by the hands busy helping her to remove her shirt in short order. "*This* better?" She can't help smirking as the shirt falls back to the floor.
"Sort of?" Joey's hands must have been cold, too, because they seek the heat inside Natalie's pants almost immediately as her teeth close gently on Natalie's throat again.
Natalie started to giggle, but now she mostly moans. She'd started to stand, too, but that ended up with her losing balance just enough to settle forward into Joey's lap. "... better?"
"Bath?" she suggests innocently, hands gone now and lips gone and nothing but nuzzling, to be certain. PG except for the nudity.
The nudity gets rated R, which stands for, "Right." Grinning, Natalie manages it up to her feet and then, abruptly, with one single tug, she's dragging Joey back into the tub on top of her -- with Natalie's trousers still on and suddenly soaked. "*Much* better." Natalie had started to giggle, but instead she laughs long and loud.
Oh, those are going to *cling.* Joey will have quite a time taking them off. She pouts, but the sloshing water and slippery bodies make it a little difficult to do much else. "*Natalie.*"
Natalie's laughter starts dying down again, to just a dull rumble, which becomes a mumble, then a nuzzle. "... hm?" She's smirking in spite of herself.
"Was *this* your plan?" Joey, licking water off your shoulder?
It wasn't really part of the *original* plan, but Natalie doesn't mind addapting to allow for it. Particularly since it feels prettyfuckinggood. "... back rub. Was the plan." Natalie taps her fingers against one of Joey's shoulders, just to make sure her meaning's clear.
"Ohhh. Not getting it, am I." Slippery Joey-hands, sliding over Natalie's slippery stomach, ribs, and chest.
Natalie blinks water out of her eyes and stares mesmorized at the way Joey's hands sort of glisten as they move Natalie's nipple around. "... not just at the moment. Obviously."
"Your pants are in the way," Joey points out, not one to be distracted for long.
Natalie blinks again. "... of the back rub?"
"*My* way," she insists, sliding one hand back down. "See?"
All of Natalie's skin is lifting to follow after Joey's touch, and so her hips roll and her head nods. "... yeah. Think so." Natalie reaches into the water to help with unbuttoning and removing.
This is the tricky part. Denim and water and horizontal positions don't help much here. At all. Joey tsks.
Natalie reaches for the bar of soap, but then her hand's grabbing hold of the side of the tub, instead. And she's rather sure she can't let go just yet. "... Joey?"
"Hm?"
"What're you..." Natalie squirms, and leaves the question unanswered, and also unfinished. She's easily distracted, see.