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[texas_forever]

Tim only grins at that, breathing out a laugh against her ear as his hand slides lower, still holding her closer to him. It's nothing he's never heard before and while he certainly won't force anything on her, Tim's always been pretty convincing

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[wizard_alive]

"Just that," she says, breathless as she stares up at him in the moonlight. She stops him so she can take off her shoes, the heels of which had been sinking into the ground. She's a full 3 inches shorter now, and she smiled up at him. "There isn't anything that says that we can't touch each other." Her cheeks burned at that. "I mean-"

She flushed, and her voice lowered. "I- I just want to enjoy this, alright?" Her boyfriend had left a year ago. A year. "The last person who did this is long gone and I-" She shut her eyes for just a second, cursing her mouth. "Forget I said that." She paused. "Please."

"Just making out because, no offense, I don't really think that sleeping with strangers is the best thing for me." Mostly because she hadn't even slept with someone she knew.

[texas_forever]

It's easy enough to obey that and Tim's pretty sure he's already forgotten entirely as he steps in closer, one hand sliding higher up her side as he grins down at her.

"Kay," he says, his bright warm and knowing as he leans in, brushes the hair away from her face and tilting her lips up toward his. "Jus' makin' out."

For now anyway.

[wizard_alive]

Oh, and she was hardly sober enough to even think about the possibility that they'd go further then that. There was a reason she'd set the boundaries, but now... they were set, so she could do whatever she wanted.

... That somehow made sense to her. She leaned up, not as sweet as she'd been five minutes before. Her hand on his shoulder was insistent, her lips on his urging him closer - this time her lips readily parting, and her body was against his without him pulling her close.

Mostly because she just wanted to feel, and it seemed like Tim Riggins was an excellent provider of feelings.

[texas_forever]

She falls into him easily and Tim's only surprised by it for a half a second before he responds in kind, holding her tight against him as his lips part, his tongue sliding along hers, wet and seeking. He buries a hand in her hair, feeling the soft strands between his fingers as his hips roll forward. They're at least a little more hidden now, but definitely still in public. Not that Tim really cares either way; he's perfectly content to say right where they are, with her mouth under his, soft curves and full lips.

[wizard_alive]

Where they were isn't really anything that Nita was thinking about. Her teeth found his lower lip for just a second before he rolls his hips - and she whimpers into his mouth, pulling herself up, closer, her arm around his neck even as her other hand slides down his shirt.

Drunk, yes. Overly to the point she wasn't thinking - not really, but she was letting herself live in the moment, and as irresponsible as it was, she wasn't going to turn down the excuse.

[texas_forever]

Tim's still getting the impression that she's a good girl, an actual good girl, not one who just plays and teases at it. His tongue flicks out, tasting her upper lip as his free hand slides down, fingers slipping on the fabric of her dress, tugging in an effort to get it a little higher. He's not quite copping a feel, but there's definite intent there. Not like he's trying to hide it.

[wizard_alive]

That was the thing. She is a good girl- a virgin, and not really just because the opportunity hadn't presented itself. Right now, though- right now she just wanted to not think about how Kit had been gone for a year, not about the mess she'd made of her own life, but just that somebody wanted to kiss her and touch her just as much as she wanted it and was giving it in return.

She shifted against his hand, the invitation to touch ridiculously clear. She hadn't stopped touching him, either, her fingers twisting into his hair as her other hand slide down- until it moved under the hem of his shirt, her fingers tracing his warm skin.

[texas_forever]

The touch of her hand against his stomach brings a soft groan out of him, hips rolling again as he pulls back from the kiss with a grin. His lips feel sore and hers are faintly red as he smooths hand down to her cheek, the other balled in fabric at the small of her back.

"Good?" he asks, voice low and knowing as he leans in to lightly brush his lips over hers again, more teasing now.

[wizard_alive]

"Good," her voice wavers as she answers, her eyes fluttering for just a moment as her fingers curl against his stomach. She swallows hard, breath coming in fits and starts as she stares up at him like he'd just shown her something fantastic and half unbelievable.

Then he's kissing her again, and she's lost, leaning up and giving herself to it - and to him, with the way he moves and touches her, how warm his skin is under her hand.

[texas_forever]

He'd figured as much, but it's still good to hear it, his tongue slipping between her lips again for a deeper taste before he takes a few steps forward, backing her up carefully. His arms are wrapped tightly around her, taking most of her weight nearly effortlessly before he has her against the trunk of a tree.

Grinning, he pulls back a little again, ducks his head into the curve of her neck and takes a quick taste of her skin. "Still good?"

[wizard_alive]

The soft, strangled whimper was probably just as much of an indicator as the yes that came minutes later. "Still good, promise. Will tell you if it's not." She caught his lips again, letting the tree stop her knees from buckling. She wasn't quite sure - probably due to the alcohol, but most certainly also do lack of experience - she wasn't quite sure what to do, what she was allowed to do.

"Can I-" She didn't even know what she was asking. Probably- Probably to touch him, to run her hands over his skin and pull him as close as she could. Maybe something else.

[OOC: Slow time is so slow. I'm sorry this is so delayed! We can drop it if you want, but continuing is awesome too. >_>]

[texas_forever]

Tim doesn't have any idea what she's asking, but he nods all the same, pretty sure that whatever it is, he's not gonna have any problem with it. The groan he gives her is meant to be encouraging, teeth closing around her bottom lip and tugging as he reaches to find her hand, guiding it lower down his body, a silent invitation for her to touch him anywhere she wants.

[wizard_alive]

Nails and fingers run over his shirt, then up under it. tugging it up enough that she could feel the heat of his skin, then lower, her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants even though she wasn't sure-

It wasn't anything she'd ever done. She broke the kiss to taste the skin of his neck and shoulder, her ankle pressing against the back of his leg to try and pull him closer. That was all she could really think with the headiness of this - closer and hotter, touching and that simple want.

[texas_forever]

The feel of her nails on his skin, make him shiver a little, almost tickling as his lips brush her ear, nosing into thick, dark hair. "Yeah," he breathes against her, still trying to encourage as his hips rock forward. She still feels a little skittish beneath him, like she's not quite sure what to do and, in a weird way, that only makes Tim want her more. He lifts one hand, brushes it over the fabric covering her chest, feeling the fullness of her underneath it.

[wizard_alive]

She isn't sure if it's the rock of his hips or the hand that makes that weird little whine slip from her throat, but it's enough that her nails dig into his hip, and her head tips back to look at him. Nita shifts a little, the hem of her dress sliding up as she wraps her calf around his, pulling him closer and in and against her.

She knows - well, she knows what any girl who'd been through public school til her junior year knew, seventh grade sex ed. That, mixed with the glut of romance novels she tore through when she was, what, nine? And then there was when she made out with Kit, but that wasn't this. That wasn't even close to this. That was... kind of close to this, then the 'stop, we shouldn't.' And Tim wasn't stopping, just as much as she wasn't complaining.

[texas_forever]

That's a good sound and Tim decides he'd really like to hear it again, his hips again rocking forward, pressing into the soft resistance of her body as he grins down at her, her head tipped upward.

Ducking slightly, his lips brush her jaw as hand moves over the front of her dress to cup her breast, warm and soft underneath him. He'd ask if it's still good, but the way she has one leg wrapped around him and a hand under his shirt, he's betting that he already knows the answer.