001 [warning: sexytimes]

[seeagreatergood]

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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"Uh-oh. I shudder to think. We'd better get moving, then."

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"Mmhmm."

She kisses him.

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"Mmmm."

When the kiss breaks: "Okay, bed. That way." He points. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right there."

Not that she isn't delicious, but his face is going to get uncomfortably sticky, and he'd rather focus on her than on his hygiene.

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"Gotcha," she says, ruffles his hair, and climbs off the couch.

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Laughing, he gets up and heads for the bathroom. (He retrieves his rum along the way, takes a swig, and puts the rest back on the kitchen counter.)

Once his face is clean, he runs a hand through his hair to put it back in its usual state of mess, then goes into the bedroom, trailing his fingers along the wall.

"Elizabeth?"

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"You were right, your bed is pretty nice."

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"Right?" He follows her voice to the bed. "Comfortable?"

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"Very. C'mere," she says, stretching out in a languid rustle of sheets.

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Grinning, he climbs onto the bed and reaches out to find her and orient himself on the bed.

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She snuggles up and kisses him, hooking a leg around his waist.

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Mmmmph, kisses. He braces himself with one arm and lets the other hand wander down between her legs.

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Elizabeth approves of this decision! Her approval, let her show you it. With kisses.

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He strokes her vulva gently, sliding his fingers from her entrance up to her clit.

"I should get a condom," he breathes against her lips.

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"Yes," she agrees, shivering a little. "Yes you should."

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God that shiver is delicious.

Right, okay, condom. He takes his fingers away from her -- reluctantly -- and sits up, clambers over her to the nightstand, retrieves a couple of condoms. (Just in case.)

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She waits for him, making soft, contented noises and watching how he moves.

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He gives his cock a couple-three strokes, his fingers still slick with her wetness, then opens the condom and rolls it on.

Properly dressed, he returns to straddle her on all fours and kiss her.

Purred: "I want to start with you riding me."

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"Ooh, I like that plan."

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He grins down at her, then tucks himself up against her side, wraps his arms around her, and tugs her on top of him.

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Elizabeth is only too happy to comply, planting her hands on his chest and leaning down for a kiss.

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He groans.

There are a lot of reasons he likes this position -- back in the day he liked being able to see his partner's whole body while she rode him; these days there are more practical considerations, like letting her control the penetration so he doesn't fumble around -- but his favorite part is feeling her weight. It's so much easier to read every little shift in her position and tension when she's on top. It adds a whole layer of sensory input.

Other perks: how easy it is to play with her breasts and her clit. Allow him to demonstrate by cupping one of her breasts and circling her nipple with his thumb.

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"Goddamn," she breathes, and wraps a hand around his cock to guide it into her.

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Check back with him in a second. "Fuck."

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Oh, should she stop?

(She's not stopping.)

[seeagreatergood]

Hell no she shouldn't stop.

Moaning, he wraps her hands around her hips.