001 [warning: sexytimes]

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Happy Hour at Allen's is, as usual, loud with competing voices and scents, all of which are less important to Auggie than Annie and Jai's laughter and the second beer in front of him.

Well. Almost all. Occasionally Auggie cocks his head at the sound of heels or the floral scent of shampoo and listens to Jai and Annie's reactions. Jai has one chuckle for redheads and another for brunettes, while Annie has a groan for blondes that Auggie is told is rather hypocritical of her.

"Did the last three girls all have tequila, or was it just one carrying enough shots for her whole party?" he wonders.

"The last four," Jai corrects, audibly smirking. "Your nose must be getting tired."

"I don't get it. Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow -- you'd think people could hold off on the faux-Mexican debauchery until Saturday."

He hears Annie sit bolt upright.

"Oh crap, it's Friday, I have a thing with my--"

"Sister," Auggie and Jai chorus with her. Auggie grins, in spite of the dirty look he's sure she's giving him, and adds, "Jai, you owe me ten bucks."

Jai sighs and digs in his pockets. "Which ought to just about cover your cab ride." He slaps the money onto the table at Auggie's ten o'clock. "Annie, I'll walk you to your car, I'm headed that way."

"Now there's a Pyrrhic victory," Auggie says, with a sigh of his own. "Annie, did he really give me a ten?"

"Yes!" Annie says, laughing, and squeezes his shoulder as she stands. "You're so paranoid."

"I'm wounded that you don't trust me," Jai agrees, also standing.

"You'll heal, I'm sure. Have a good weekend, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Same to you, Auggie," Jai says, with an eyeroll crystal-clear in his voice.

"That'll be a boring weekend, then," Auggie calls after Jai's cologne and Annie's heels, then turns back to his beer. Now where is he going to find a ride with all these tequila-soaked early birds?

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He nuzzles his way up to her ear.

"Let's take this someplace softer so I can see what other noises you make."

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"Okay," she says.

But first, she scoots forward a little, wraps her legs around his waist, and kisses him.

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Naturally he kisses back -- which doesn't stop him from picking her up off the counter, with his arms around her waist and one hand on her ass for balance. Yes. Balance.

Carrying her all the way to the couch isn't a great idea, but he can get her around the counter and a few steps toward the couch before he needs to put her down.

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Balance. Right.

When he puts her down, she immediately gives him a quick kiss and then wraps her arms around him and picks him up off the ground. Fair's fair, and all that.

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Auggie makes a ridiculous squawking noise.

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She giggles.

"All right?" she asks, kissing the nearest available part of him, which happens to be his chin.

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"Well, you're poking my ego, but I think it'll be okay."

Turnabout is fair play: his ego is also poking her, somewhere around the vicinity of her stomach.

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"If you get to carry me halfway to the couch, I get to carry you the rest of the way," says Elizabeth the firm egalitarian as she crosses the room. "And I would love—" she sets him down gently on his feet; his calves are only just touching the couch cushion "—to get better acquainted with your ego."

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"Color me impressed. Are you seriously still wearing your heels?"

He sits down, sliding his hands down to her hips, and tugs her in a lapward direction.

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"I am a lady of many talents," she says, slipping out of the aforementioned heels and into his lap.

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"Even I noticed that."

He wraps his arms around her and runs his hands down her back, slow and firm and sensual.

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"And it seems like I'm in good company on that score."

Humming softly, she kisses him.

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"Mmm. I think" -- another kiss -- "you've got me beat in the lady department."

One hand slides around to cup her breast; the other slides further down and slides in under the waistband of her jeans and any underwear she may be wearing.

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She chuckles. "Well, I wouldn't want to assume."

Underwear: check! Very nice underwear, too. It's not much to look at, no decoration of any kind, but the texture is gorgeous.

A lot of her clothing seems to be like that. Nothing ostentatious, but everything high-quality.

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Lovely.

Now where was his mouth before? Oh, yes. On her neck. Right . . . there.

His fingers knead her ass through her underwear, so he gets the benefit of both the texture and the shape. It's like a tactile parfait.

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"Picking up where we left off, huh? You've got a good memory," she murmurs, stroking his hair again.

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"Are you surprised?"

He worms his hand out of her pants and brings it around front to investigate her fly.

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"Not in the slightest."

Button, zipper. Left over right, even though these are women's jeans.

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It doesn't appear to stymie him; he just adjusts the angle of approach to undo the button and pull down the zipper.

He does, however, take his mouth away from her skin and rest his forehead on her shoulder so he can focus on sliding his hand in under the waistband of her pants. He stays outside her underwear for now.

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She lets her knees slide a little farther apart and presses forward into his hand.

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"Good," Auggie breathes, rubbing his palm against her clit. His fingers press against her entrance through the cloth of her panties.

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Her moan is very soft, but no less intense for that.

A good word might be: captivated.

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He kisses her cheek gently and grinds his palm up again.

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Was that a whimper?

That was definitely a whimper. Of the extremely happy variety.

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His fingers curl under the edge of her panties and tug them to one side so he can investigate how wet she is by sliding one finger through her slit.