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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"Fucking beautiful," he groans. "Come on, babe."

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Panting turns to whimpering turns to much louder whimpering, and then she grinds down onto his hand, squeezing his fingers with every rolling thrust of her hips.

Mission success.

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Grinning, Auggie slides his fingers out of her and works his hand out of her pants.

He gives her a kiss before leaning back and sucking his fingers clean.

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She laughs, rather breathlessly, and kisses back the moment his fingers are out of his mouth again.

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"--Mmmp!"

Laughing into her mouth, he strokes his slightly sticky fingers down her jaw.

"Good warm-up?"

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"Hell yes."

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"Ready for more?"

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"Hell yes."

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Auggie grins delightedly, kisses her again, and gives her a friendly pat on the ass.

"Better get the rest of this off, then."

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She wriggles in his lap, gives him one more kiss for luck, and starts taking off her pants.

And how do you give a blind man a strip show?

By feel, of course.

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He cocks his head curiously when she takes his hands and puts them flat on the waistband of her jeans -- until she starts taking her pants off herself and guides his hands down her ass and legs as she does so.

Apparently he picked himself up a fucking genius tonight.

He groans as his fingertips skim over smooth skin, as Elizabeth shows him every slowly appearing inch and every newly available curve.

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"Thought you might like that," she murmurs.

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"Damn, Elizabeth, did I mention you're amazing?"

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"I welcome repetitions," she says, half-laughing, and sits in his lap again to shove the whole bundle of pants and assorted satellites off her feet.

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"You're fucking amazing," he tells her, running his fingers up this time, ankles to calves to knees to thighs to ass to hips.

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"Thanks. You're pretty damn fine yourself."

Is it time for kisses? It is so time for kisses.

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Yes it certainly is.

It's also time for Auggie to start unbuttoning his own shirt, which has been on for way too long. (Not to mention he doesn't want to risk getting it stained in the next part of the evening.)

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Vigorous sex does tend to be hard on the clothes, yes. Which is why being naked is so much better! Elizabeth wins.

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So she won't mind if he breaks the kiss and dislodges her a little in order to pull his half-unbuttoned shirt off over his head, right?

It's worth the wait!

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...oh, yes.

Yes it is.

She slides off his lap and onto the couch so she can run her hands down his chest and kiss his collarbone.

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Auggie hums happily, tipping his head back.

"I had a plan here," he complains. "Involving my tongue and your clit."

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"How's your plan going to adapt to me taking your pants off?" she asks as her hands reach his waistline.

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He inhales.

"I guess it can be put on hold."

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Brightly: "Good."

In that case, they can proceed with Elizabeth's plan for the moment.

It also involves a tongue! Or it will, when she gets his pants off.

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Auggie lifts his hips to help her out, keeping a hand on her shoulder. Under his jeans he's wearing black boxer-briefs that are doing very little to hide his erection.