Comments | toshiko_san: [for Mark and Jack]

toshiko_san

[for Mark and Jack]

Oct 15, 2008 10:48

The ball had been wonderful. Tosh had been surprised by Owen's willingness to keep Jackson overnight, but wasn't about to not take advantage of it when offered. And take advantage she had, having a bit more to drink than she was used to. They'd danced even, though she'd had to convince Mark to do it, his hand clasped tight in hers ( Read more... )

mark, jack, tosh, lulz

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make_creation October 15 2008, 00:22:25 UTC

Maybe it was the booze and maybe it was the energy, but even though he'd needed to be coaxed into dancing didn't mean he was ready to just sleep. With her head on his chest, Mark closed his eyes. He felt like he was spinning a little. More than that, he could feel the warmth of her and the sent of her hair. His hand moved across her back, every pass pulling her top up more and more until he had fingertips brushing the bare skin at the small of her back.

He twisted enough to kiss her hair before he reached for her chin to lift her enough that he could kiss her forehead, nose, and finally lips.

"You looked beautiful tonight, Tosh," he mumbled, his kisses slow and clumsy and heartfelt.

toshiko_san October 15 2008, 00:38:11 UTC

Not quite ready for sleep either, now that they were in bed, she smiled, her hands sliding up over his chest. "You did too. Not beautiful," she flushed, not thinking his words clumsy at all, "handsome."

Tilting her chin, her lips met his in a more determined manner, creeping up the bed til she could kiss him more easily.

make_creation October 15 2008, 00:44:37 UTC

He smiled against the kiss, his hands roaming her body as he settled beneath her. One ghosted over the supple curve of the small of her back and the other crept higher, his fingers tangling in the heavy mass of her thick hair.

"God, you taste like..."

Not really much of anything, really. Liquor. Soft. Was soft a taste? Sure, why not.

toshiko_san October 15 2008, 01:00:07 UTC

He wouldn't have had a chance to finish his thought, even if he'd wanted. Her mouth was on his again, her leg hitching over his hip. Slowly she pressed into him, curving her body to his as they kissed. It was undemanding, yet pressured still, a strange mix that appealed to her.

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