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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"One sec," she says, shrugging her bag off her shoulder and dumping it on a chair.

"There. Now," her hands slide up his chest, "you can have my full attention."

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"I like the sound of that."

He brings one hand up to cup her face, finds her lips with his thumb, and gives her an open-mouthed kiss -- and another -- and several more that start to find their way down her neck. His hand drops to the top button of her shirt.

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"And I like where this is going," she says, wrapping one hand around his shoulder and sliding the other right back down.

How's that erection doing? Still nascent?

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Nascent, yes.

But, judging from Auggie's inhale and the way he presses his hips forward, growing.

He works on her buttons a little faster.

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She smiles into yet another kiss and gives him a gentle squeeze.

The bra she is wearing under the shirt is soft cotton, unobtrusive, economical. No lace. But the cotton is very soft.

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First he gets the shirt all the way open. It doesn't have to come off of her yet -- he likes the feel of it -- but he needs it open so he can wrap both hands around her belly and waist and smooth them up to her breasts.

"Mmmhmmm," he murmurs, bending his head to mouth at her collarbone.

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"I like your hands," she breathes.

(She is fairly confident he returns the feeling.)

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"Likewise," he confirms. He cups her right breast; the other hand traces the edge of the cup, over the strap, and around her back to investigate the closure.

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Just your average hook-and-eye, two hooks. Nothing special. It's not as though this bra has a lot of work to do.

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Hey, some people do say more than a handful is wasted, and Auggie is catholic in his appreciation for breasts.

Anyone who is surprised that Auggie is perfectly comfortable undoing a bra by feel has not been paying attention.

And now that her bra is loose, that shirt is going to have to come off. He runs his hands up over her shoulders and down her arms to push the shirt off and drops it on the counter behind Elizabeth. The bra can join it, too, if Elizabeth doesn't mind.

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Elizabeth definitely does not mind. The way her hand is moving says as much.

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He sweeps her clothes out of the way, makes sure their drinks are safe, and wraps his hands around her waist again.

Grinning: "C'mere, hop up."

Yep, he's going to lift her onto the counter. If she helps, that would be nice, but he could probably get here there by himself.

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"Oh, nice," she says, bracing her hands on the counter's edge and pushing herself up.

(She moves very easily as she does it—aware of her body and its capabilities and putting them to use as efficiently as possible.)

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"Perfect."

He pulls her face down to his for a quick kiss, then situates himself between her legs and drags his tongue down her chest to a nipple.

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She wriggles a little, happily, and combs her fingers through his hair with a barely-audible sigh.

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Oh good, she likes that?

Rest assured that he is paying very close attention to what she likes.

He makes his way over to her other nipple with a lot of lips and tongue.

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Is there, perchance, teeth? Because she likes teeth.

Although, you know, lips and tongue are good too. No complaints.

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Not yet! Not everyone does, you know. And her breast is very delicious with just lips and tongue.





But eventually he does try an experimental scrape of teeth on her nipple.

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Elizabeth makes a soft happy humming sort of noise.

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Which Auggie answers with an inquiring humming sort of noise.

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"Do that again," she requests in a languid murmur.

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Grinning, Auggie does.

And then . . . doesn't, kissing his way across her chest again.



Oh there are the teeth again.

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She cups her hands around the back of his head and purrs a little.

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More of the same, then?

Maybe a little harder?

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Yes and yes.