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August Anderson ([personal profile] seeagreatergood) wrote2011-08-09 04:30 pm

001 [warning: sexytimes]

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?

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tyranny of choice. I like that," she says, giving him a quick kiss. "All right, how do you feel about being on top for a change?"

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
In that case she will just have to climb off him and tuck herself up against his side, maintaining close contact at all times both so he knows where she is and because she likes touching him.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, humming contentedly.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Whereupon she lets out a happy sigh.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Smiling faintly, she strokes her fingers through his hair. He really is absolutely delicious.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm," she agrees, kissing the side of his face. "Very nice."

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Her fingers twist idly in his hair again.

"I like that," she sighs.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Right now, Elizabeth is very much content to lie back and let him set the pace. His cock feels lovely inside her, his weight pressing her into the bed is almost as good, and she can feel the smoothness of his skin wherever they touch.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
She rocks her hips a little, matching his thrusts.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"The way you touch me," she purrs. "Goddamn."

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Words are not necessary. Not when he's making noises like that.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth cooperates fully with this rearrangement, kissing his cheek and winding her fingers in his hair.