She chuckles and it has an edge of want that makes it throaty, "I was thinking just a dress shirt and nothing else..." Her head tilts, brow raised, "Unless you have some fetish you never shared with me?" It is nice that they can tease each other, and know they're doing it out of just being friends, or more now
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Those were the requests for him to answer, if he looks back on it. Most of them were done when she was single. More bold when there's no boy in the picture, unsure of where they sit, asking without asking, subtly, if he wanted it. Part of the reason they were so subtle was because part of them were unconscious.
"Happier out here?"
She laughs, "I always knew you were a kinky drummer, but damn, J." Her head shifts to rest on his shoulder, soft kisses placed to his throat as her nails continue to glide around his side. "Can never have too much fun," she murmurs with a wiggle against him that brushes him solidly and pulls a shiver through her.
He's looked back on those as missed opportunities. He regrets it. Regrets not doing something about it.
"Now that I've got you? Yes."
"Oh, you have no idea the extent of the kinds of kink a drummer can get involved with. I had panties and a jock strap thrown at me at our last gig. Who wears a jock strap to a concert?"
He holds her close enjoying the feel of her naked skin next to his nearly naked skin. His fingers move over her ribs and hip gently.
That brush pulls a groan out of him, and the slightest bit of eye rolling. "I bow to your expertise."
He shouldn't regret it too much. They're here now. Together now.
"We're not living in this house..." That may be her first hint that she's already considering moving out here with him. And yes, that was a we, not a her.
"Apparently the person who threw it at you." Her teeth become a little more apparent, briefly, "Any other kinks you want to share or are we exploring together...?" She's not as kinky as her father, but she does have a few he'll find out about.
She likes this, being against him, with almost nothing to separate them. The fingers moving over her get her to writhe a little against him with a soft sound that says she likes it. "We'll get you at my level of fun in time," she murmurs with just a little breathiness to her words. Her writhing under his fingers will most certainly cause her to brush against him again. This time, she can't help it, it's just where her body moves under his hands.
"I want," She kisses him, soft and sweet, "to be with you. And you want to live out here." Her smirk has a hint of, 'well duh, I do'. She won't take away what he wants, make him live somewhere he's not happy. "And I'm not living in a house with four other guys, and I'm not sleeping alone."
She uses them a little more since he seems to like them, getting just a little harder with them. "I like exploring together."
She pulls back a little, hand at his cheek with a curious expression, trying not to accidentally brush against him again. That leads to not talking, and he sounds like he has something he really has to say. "What is it, J?"
He holds her close as he kisses her back, just as gently. "I...Grace, thank you. We can look this week for a place to live. Just you and me." This may be the best day ever. He gets her, he gets her to move out with him...and to start a life.
He won't mind exploring with her in anything she wants to try. And those nails...yeah, he likes that. "I do too..."
"Grace...I...I want you to know that...well...I...I'm not...very experienced."
She curls into him with a bright smile. "We're still going to have to figure out school. I need to finish..." But she doesn't want to be away from him, across the country.
Her brow raises, eyes getting that calculating look as she tries to figure things out. "How...inexperienced?" Her tone says she may no, and there's no judgment. Just a want to have honesty between them. The thumb across his cheek is to try and sooth him a little.
"You can transfer late...I'm sure no one's going to argue with Grace Bass wanting to transfer." He just wants her to be as happy as he is, right now. He wants her happy. Always happy.
"Well...I've...not...Christ," He runs a hand through his hair. "I've never slept with anyone, G."
She nods, "I'll see about transferring here, to Berkley. If they aren't accepting late transfers I'll take the semester off and use it to set up my section of Bass Inc here and start in Spring." She already has a small section of the company, but a semester off would give her the time to transfer her main office here.
She shifts in the tub, moving to settle a leg on either side of him, straddled across his lower stomach so she can cup his face with both hands, confusion clear in her eyes. "I thought...all your girlfriends..."
She's so perfect, so beautiful, so...everything he wants and needs. "God, you're amazing. I can't...I can't believe how perfect you are. Thank you, G..." He's amazed, really, that she's willing to just pick up and move for him. That she's going to do this so he can be happy too.
His hands run over her gently. She feels good under his hands. "I couldn't. I wanted to be with you." He leans and kisses over her heart. "I...hope...that you'll...cut me some slack."
The sole reason she's tied to New York is her family. Gossip Girl and the whole UES is a world she can live in, but he's right. It eats you from the inside out. "I want to be with you...and I want us to be happy. So long as I can finish school, run Bass Inc, and be with you, I'm happy. No matter where that is." She kisses him, serious about that. The where, so long as she can see her family, doesn't matter to her. So if he wants California, he gets California.
She shivers slightly under his hands, eyes fluttering because it feels good, him touching her. One hand slides into his hair, nails a little sharp at his scalp. "If by slack you mean keep you in bed until you can nail me the way you want, then yes, I'll cut you some slack..." Her words hold a soft sound because she really liked his mouth on her skin, even if it was only for a kiss.
She won't mind if he fumbles a bit. It's, so sweet that he ended up waiting and part of her regrets that she can't offer the same.
"You can do whatever will make you happiest, of course. I'm just glad to have you here." He's got a feeling that this will be a good change for her too. Get her out of the city, into a place where she can breath a little. He'll visit New York with her any time she wants to go, so she doesn't have to be without him.
Woah. He...wasn't expecting those to be the words to come out of her mouth. "You...are going to be the death of me." He chuckles, fingers drumming along her hips, before he catches a nipple in his mouth.
She isn't supposed to regret. She's just supposed to help him figure things out. That's all he wants.
"I want us both happy, Jude. Not just me or not just you. And I'm glad to be here." Given a little time to settle in, she'll find it a good move. Visiting New York with her will also mean he gets to see his family too, because she sure he wouldn't want to cut himself off from them any more than she wants to cut herself off from hers.
She has the knack her father does, on a smaller scale. The never knowing what she'll say to something. Sometimes it's witty, sometimes it's dirty, most of the time being one or the other it's still truthful. "Won't kill you, just piss off your band because you're too tired to play with your sticks..." Her back arches and she gives a soft cry, hand holding him to her breast because that right there, feels so good.
They both regret a couple things, it doesn't mean they'll let it get between them. She'll help him figure things out. It'll be her ever lasting pleasure to do so.
"I think we can be happy, G. I think we can really make this work. We've always worked..." And he doesn't want to be completely cut off from his family. He loves Nate, Serena, and Jamie. But he just needs to not be there for the rest of his life.
"I think they can manage without me; the next gig's acoustic anyway," he says, before flicking his tongue over her nipple, and the using teeth. He likes these reactions; he'd daydreamed about it, and now he gets to see what she's actually like.
"I think we can too, J. There's a reason I always ended up in your lap or bed..." She can see it now, why she always ended up there. And she'll make sure they stay well connected with their families, that he doesn't get too wrapped up with the band to forget or anything.
"Lucky me," her breath hitches at the flick of his tongue. Her hips shift against his stomach, sliding a little lower though her movements falter at the use of teeth. Teeth get a louder cry and slightly sharper nails that slide to his shoulder. A clear indication that she likes his teeth on her.
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"Happier out here?"
She laughs, "I always knew you were a kinky drummer, but damn, J." Her head shifts to rest on his shoulder, soft kisses placed to his throat as her nails continue to glide around his side. "Can never have too much fun," she murmurs with a wiggle against him that brushes him solidly and pulls a shiver through her.
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"Now that I've got you? Yes."
"Oh, you have no idea the extent of the kinds of kink a drummer can get involved with. I had panties and a jock strap thrown at me at our last gig. Who wears a jock strap to a concert?"
He holds her close enjoying the feel of her naked skin next to his nearly naked skin. His fingers move over her ribs and hip gently.
That brush pulls a groan out of him, and the slightest bit of eye rolling. "I bow to your expertise."
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"We're not living in this house..." That may be her first hint that she's already considering moving out here with him. And yes, that was a we, not a her.
"Apparently the person who threw it at you." Her teeth become a little more apparent, briefly, "Any other kinks you want to share or are we exploring together...?" She's not as kinky as her father, but she does have a few he'll find out about.
She likes this, being against him, with almost nothing to separate them. The fingers moving over her get her to writhe a little against him with a soft sound that says she likes it. "We'll get you at my level of fun in time," she murmurs with just a little breathiness to her words. Her writhing under his fingers will most certainly cause her to brush against him again. This time, she can't help it, it's just where her body moves under his hands.
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His eyebrows raise, getting lost in his mess of blond hair. "You...want...to live out here? With me?" This...is a surprise. A very good one.
Teeth...are good. She knows what to do with them. "I think we're exploring together. G? I need to talk to you about something before this gets..."
Oh shit it's getting farther. That feels so good even if it is accidental. He wants her so badly but...he's afriad.
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She uses them a little more since he seems to like them, getting just a little harder with them. "I like exploring together."
She pulls back a little, hand at his cheek with a curious expression, trying not to accidentally brush against him again. That leads to not talking, and he sounds like he has something he really has to say. "What is it, J?"
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He won't mind exploring with her in anything she wants to try. And those nails...yeah, he likes that. "I do too..."
"Grace...I...I want you to know that...well...I...I'm not...very experienced."
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Her brow raises, eyes getting that calculating look as she tries to figure things out. "How...inexperienced?" Her tone says she may no, and there's no judgment. Just a want to have honesty between them. The thumb across his cheek is to try and sooth him a little.
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"Well...I've...not...Christ," He runs a hand through his hair. "I've never slept with anyone, G."
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She shifts in the tub, moving to settle a leg on either side of him, straddled across his lower stomach so she can cup his face with both hands, confusion clear in her eyes. "I thought...all your girlfriends..."
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His hands run over her gently. She feels good under his hands. "I couldn't. I wanted to be with you." He leans and kisses over her heart. "I...hope...that you'll...cut me some slack."
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She shivers slightly under his hands, eyes fluttering because it feels good, him touching her. One hand slides into his hair, nails a little sharp at his scalp. "If by slack you mean keep you in bed until you can nail me the way you want, then yes, I'll cut you some slack..." Her words hold a soft sound because she really liked his mouth on her skin, even if it was only for a kiss.
She won't mind if he fumbles a bit. It's, so sweet that he ended up waiting and part of her regrets that she can't offer the same.
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Woah. He...wasn't expecting those to be the words to come out of her mouth. "You...are going to be the death of me." He chuckles, fingers drumming along her hips, before he catches a nipple in his mouth.
She isn't supposed to regret. She's just supposed to help him figure things out. That's all he wants.
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She has the knack her father does, on a smaller scale. The never knowing what she'll say to something. Sometimes it's witty, sometimes it's dirty, most of the time being one or the other it's still truthful. "Won't kill you, just piss off your band because you're too tired to play with your sticks..." Her back arches and she gives a soft cry, hand holding him to her breast because that right there, feels so good.
They both regret a couple things, it doesn't mean they'll let it get between them. She'll help him figure things out. It'll be her ever lasting pleasure to do so.
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"I think they can manage without me; the next gig's acoustic anyway," he says, before flicking his tongue over her nipple, and the using teeth. He likes these reactions; he'd daydreamed about it, and now he gets to see what she's actually like.
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"Lucky me," her breath hitches at the flick of his tongue. Her hips shift against his stomach, sliding a little lower though her movements falter at the use of teeth. Teeth get a louder cry and slightly sharper nails that slide to his shoulder. A clear indication that she likes his teeth on her.
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