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Getting away from the party had been apparently a good idea, as the bad mood he'd been in before had mostly lifted. Granted, he'd give Britta that her coming along probably had more to do with it, despite her insistence on being contrary on just about everything they'd talked about. Ending up on the beach was a bit of an inevitability - there wasn'

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The question took a second to sink in, and the fact that they stopped took even longer. He hadn't actually thought ahead beyond what he'd just done, nor did he plan on what to do if it turned out she didn't want him to do it.

"I think kissing is pretty straight-forward, do I really need to explain it to you?" he asked, letting out a quiet huff of a laugh. He wasn't drunk enough to not realize she was being serious, but the joke slipped out regardless. He was tempted to just do it again, to skip anything resembling a conversation (this was the kind of thing that they were supposed to be talking about after they did this, when he was hungover as hell - of course Britta would do this backwards), but he knew it'd probably make it worse.

He still didn't pull away, despite knowing he probably ought to give them room. He'd felt her kiss back for a minute there, he couldn't have been alone in this. "We're alone, you are very, very attractive, and I've wanted to do that for a while. Is there a problem?"

It was never his style to think too deeply about things like what they were doing, and he had assumed - from how she'd been after their first time - that she was the same way.

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There probably were problems, and later Britta would be able to list off about a dozen of them, but right now thinking beyond the moment was both difficult and unwanted. The idea that he'd been wanting to do that was bewildering in a way she knew it shouldn't have been; it was just how things worked between them, it didn't mean anything, but she was too intoxicated not to try to ascribe some meaning to it. For better or worse, she was also too tipsy to find any.

"No," she said, "no problem." Not right now, at least. Annie would probably kill them, but that just meant Annie didn't have to know. "It's probably a really bad idea, but there's no problem." So she kissed him again, because right now, even she wasn't sure why exactly it was such a bad idea. They both wanted it, they were adults, they could kiss each other without problems, and at least he wasn't bursting into tears like the last guy she'd kissed.

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Any attempt at talking sense was barely heard because, unsurprisingly, Jeff didn't care. He honestly didn't, beyond the part where she was okay with what he did. He certainly wasn't going to stop her from kissing him, which was fairly obvious when his immediate response was to deepen it, a hand coming to rest against her neck.

He was also well aware where they still were, and while having sex on the study group table had been workable, the idea of continuing any of this on the beach just sounded uncomfortable. And dirty. And he was still in his good suit, a fact no amount of alcohol would make him forget.

"Hut's over there," he murmured when there was a moment long enough for him to say it, his gaze flicking toward it over her shoulder. It was hint enough where he thought they should move this to.

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"What?" Britta asked, mostly because it, in fact, actually took her a moment to process what he was saying, caught up as she was in the whole kissing bit, but once she did, she glanced over in the indicated direction. At this point, she couldn't quite remember what she had been protesting to begin with. She and Jeff were pretty good at this, if memory served, and it had been forever since she'd gotten laid; why would she say no?

Okay, there were a lot of reasons, but none of them seemed especially potent right now.

"Yeah," she said, "okay, yeah. Sex on the beach is not all it's cracked up to be." Been there, done that, she was not picking the sand out of everything again.

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"Someone knows from experience," he murmured, a smirk briefly lifting. That he'd done the same once wasn't really the point (and had a similar reaction), but he as glad she agreed anyway. Standing up (and being a bit wobbly while doing so), he then offered her his hand to help her up as well.