The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

*points to chest* Here.
*points to upper back* Here.
*points to right knee* Here...
*And holds hands out, palms down* And here.

Carefully warms cream in his own hands watching as his boss details the spots she's angrily red.

Hands uh huh, knee. Upper back those one ares nasty I hate when my shoulders slough. Chest.

So this is a dream and I didn't wake up, alright bosslady, pass me those hands and I'll get to numbing them.

Eagerly teasing around the nubs and crest of Lily's knuckles and the valley of her palms, rubbing soothing gel into her hands, using forensic latex gloves so he doesn't numb his own too far. And then sinking to grab her knee and massaging both right and left along with calves.

Ad if I'm gonna get anywhere else you'll probably have to lose the shirt Boss.


Also massage and a show. Should we give them some privacy?
 
:: ...suddenly can't think to talk about Ten anymore, her gob's stopped for something, stopped for kisses, she can't even countenance a comeback to the "hero" line which would normally be right smack in her wheelhouse... there's just kisses... there's just comfort... there's just this... ::

feeling her smile return, feeling warmth and maybe things don't suck and even if they do they don't suck here and you are way too far away and guiding the girl onto lap where she should be and kissing
 
feeling her smile return, feeling warmth and maybe things don't suck and even if they do they don't suck here and you are way too far away and guiding the girl onto lap where she should be and kissing

:: has next to no awareness of her environs, now, her sensorium's kind of tunneled down to subtract the periphery, there's just kissing, she's on your lap and she's kissing, straddling your hips and she's kissing, and she can feel your smile upon her lips and those are the best kisses, best kisses in The Universe, kisses from a smiling mouth melting and moulding and holding you close... ::
 
Carefully warms cream in his own hands watching as his boss details the spots she's angrily red.

Hands uh huh, knee. Upper back those one ares nasty I hate when my shoulders slough. Chest.

So this is a dream and I didn't wake up, alright bosslady, pass me those hands and I'll get to numbing them.

Eagerly teasing around the nubs and crest of Lily's knuckles and the valley of her palms, rubbing soothing gel into her hands, using forensic latex gloves so he doesn't numb his own too far. And then sinking to grab her knee and massaging both right and left along with calves.

Ad if I'm gonna get anywhere else you'll probably have to lose the shirt Boss.


Also massage and a show. Should we give them some privacy?

We can scootch to the front if it bothers you.
Or bothers them...

*Smirks at how gentle he is with her hands*
Knowing what you can do with your own, I'm glad to see you can be soft with 'em.
Just, uh, when you- *Giggles as he rubs her knee* Yeep.. I'm kinda- ticklish there... I'll try not to kick.

*At the reminder on her back, she nods, taking the tank top up and over her head*
What's really getting me is that my bra keeps creeping RIGHT back to the burn. I might swap to a strapless. It's driving me nuts.
 
:: has next to no awareness of her environs, now, her sensorium's kind of tunneled down to subtract the periphery, there's just kissing, she's on your lap and she's kissing, straddling your hips and she's kissing, and she can feel your smile upon her lips and those are the best kisses, best kisses in The Universe, kisses from a smiling mouth melting and moulding and holding you close... ::


hands on your thighs, making sure they keep me pinned and unable to escape should some sort of insanity take over...tiny whispers between kisses, and a shared giggle, muffled by imposing lips and a playful tonguetip fluttering...positively drunk on kisses and hearts racing
 
hands on your thighs, making sure they keep me pinned and unable to escape should some sort of insanity take over...tiny whispers between kisses, and a shared giggle, muffled by imposing lips and a playful tonguetip fluttering...positively drunk on kisses and hearts racing

:: she clutches at the back of your head, moaning softly against your mouth, sharing in Delirium and in Desire... slithers her fingers through your hair and slithers her tongue upon your own... there's an insanity taking over, all right, but it's not the one that would run screaming from this, it's the one that propels her deeper further closer in... ::
 
:: she clutches at the back of your head, moaning softly against your mouth, sharing in Delirium and in Desire... slithers her fingers through your hair and slithers her tongue upon your own... there's an insanity taking over, all right, but it's not the one that would run screaming from this, it's the one that propels her deeper further closer in... ::

a moan freely given...hands moving, up your thighs, over the curve of your ass...then flat against your back, up under your shirt, needing to feel the warmth and soft of your skin...feeling the kiss invading her, claiming her, letting it burn her deliciously...this is the Dream and the Delight...breath exchanged between lungs...feeling the perfect shudder of surrender to the moment
 
We can scootch to the front if it bothers you.
Or bothers them...

*Smirks at how gentle he is with her hands*
Knowing what you can do with your own, I'm glad to see you can be soft with 'em.
Just, uh, when you- *Giggles as he rubs her knee* Yeep.. I'm kinda- ticklish there... I'll try not to kick.

*At the reminder on her back, she nods, taking the tank top up and over her head*
What's really getting me is that my bra keeps creeping RIGHT back to the burn. I might swap to a strapless. It's driving me nuts.

Moving behind Lily, while still Watching Vail and Chas.

No worries. I wouldn't mind. And of course I can be soft with them. I took Chiatsu too. It was an elective.

Fingers rolling in tight little circles to gingerly apply lotion to the burnt skin, easing cooling white medicine over reddened flesh. Palms kneading over and fingertips rolling down the valley of cleavage, applying a shining coat of soothing balm to all her ills.
 
a moan freely given...hands moving, up your thighs, over the curve of your ass...then flat against your back, up under your shirt, needing to feel the warmth and soft of your skin...feeling the kiss invading her, claiming her, letting it burn her deliciously...this is the Dream and the Delight...breath exchanged between lungs...feeling the perfect shudder of surrender to the moment

:: panting helplessly, her teeth find your earlobe, her hands find the hem of your shirt, tugging upward, too thoughtless to do things properly but soon she'll strike a balance, a sort of Zen pursuit of what she wants... right now she's just frantic to bereave you of your raiment and frantic to not be bereft of your kiss... ::
 
:: panting helplessly, her teeth find your earlobe, her hands find the hem of your shirt, tugging upward, too thoughtless to do things properly but soon she'll strike a balance, a sort of Zen pursuit of what she wants... right now she's just frantic to bereave you of your raiment and frantic to not be bereft of your kiss... ::

lapping at your skin in an unlaydlike manner, teeth and lips to follow...my hands finding yours, moving them under my top, placing your over my breasts, my hands covering your hands, kneeding together...a moan...a whisper


flux


a chuckle...hips rising and falling under you, moving your body about
 
lapping at your skin in an unlaydlike manner, teeth and lips to follow...my hands finding yours, moving them under my top, placing your over my breasts, my hands covering your hands, kneeding together...a moan...a whisper


flux


a chuckle...hips rising and falling under you, moving your body about

:: she arches an eyebrow at that, a funny little twist on getting someone else's name moaned at you during lovemaking, someone's name that isn't yours and yet is, and it's a name ripe for the poking-fun-at...

and there it is, that moment of awareness is enough to make her find that zen place and her hands are out from under your hands and they're hauling your top off over your head and it's mouth instead of hands that's now placed over your breasts... ::

...mmmmmnn.
 
:: she arches an eyebrow at that, a funny little twist on getting someone else's name moaned at you during lovemaking, someone's name that isn't yours and yet is, and it's a name ripe for the poking-fun-at...

and there it is, that moment of awareness is enough to make her find that zen place and her hands are out from under your hands and they're hauling your top off over your head and it's mouth instead of hands that's now placed over your breasts... ::

...mmmmmnn.


feeling your Zen become mine...heart still racing, blood still burning, lust still in control...but a calmness and deliberateness...an intensity deeper, though less frenetic...mirroring your movements, lifting your own top up and off...knowing we both need skin on skin, need to feel like our bodies are melting into one another...back arching as your mouth finds my breast...a sigh...a soft laugh because no other sound carries such delight...fingertips wandering your back and hair and ribs...this is joy
 
feeling your Zen become mine...heart still racing, blood still burning, lust still in control...but a calmness and deliberateness...an intensity deeper, though less frenetic...mirroring your movements, lifting your own top up and off...knowing we both need skin on skin, need to feel like our bodies are melting into one another...back arching as your mouth finds my breast...a sigh...a soft laugh because no other sound carries such delight...fingertips wandering your back and hair and ribs...this is joy

:: craning herself down to stretch out on the bed, dragging you down with her, she's reluctant to let her mouth depart your breasts, save to switch from one to the other... there's goosebumps and blushes everywhere you've touched her, they're practically alternating, and there's a continued hitch to her breathing even as she involves her tongue upon your skin... her arms bind you to her and her mouth sets you free and all the while the taste of your flesh sets her mind to spinning... ::
 
:: craning herself down to stretch out on the bed, dragging you down with her, she's reluctant to let her mouth depart your breasts, save to switch from one to the other... there's goosebumps and blushes everywhere you've touched her, they're practically alternating, and there's a continued hitch to her breathing even as she involves her tongue upon your skin... her arms bind you to her and her mouth sets you free and all the while the taste of your flesh sets her mind to spinning... ::


frustrated, never ever enough contact, never enough skin or touching...pulling your mouth up to mine, tasting deeply and deliberately, feeling your back chest on mine, breasts touching and melting together, now dexterous fingers undo your bottom, pushing it down, feet doing the rest, needing all of your skin, every inch of it...where I'll write my story in kisses and fingernails...secrets
 
frustrated, never ever enough contact, never enough skin or touching...pulling your mouth up to mine, tasting deeply and deliberately, feeling your back chest on mine, breasts touching and melting together, now dexterous fingers undo your bottom, pushing it down, feet doing the rest, needing all of your skin, every inch of it...where I'll write my story in kisses and fingernails...secrets

:: there's a moment of bewildered panic, here, this had started out as her comforting you, that's how this was supposed to work, tables have turned, and there's a moment of hesitation, here, while she's scrambling to kiss you and to undo your bottoms as well, but you're busy being her undoing and there's a secret ravenous unfulfilled selfishness roaring at the back of her brain... :: ...god.
 
:: there's a moment of bewildered panic, here, this had started out as her comforting you, that's how this was supposed to work, tables have turned, and there's a moment of hesitation, here, while she's scrambling to kiss you and to undo your bottoms as well, but you're busy being her undoing and there's a secret ravenous unfulfilled selfishness roaring at the back of her brain... :: ...god.


grinning, thinking you should stop trying to predict how things will go and just enjoy. Bare thigh finding its place between yours, one hand in your hair keeping your mouth locked to my hungry lipstongueteeth...the other on your thigh, pulling it around me, guiding your movements...taking what I need from you, this desire, this lust, this body and skin
 
grinning, thinking you should stop trying to predict how things will go and just enjoy. Bare thigh finding its place between yours, one hand in your hair keeping your mouth locked to my hungry lipstongueteeth...the other on your thigh, pulling it around me, guiding your movements...taking what I need from you, this desire, this lust, this body and skin

:: groaning helplessly, she rolls aside lazily and crazily, but her thigh is wrapped around you and she drags you along with her, on top of her, she's panicked and her glasses are askew and a little bit steamed up but in the tremble of her breath she finds a different kind of Zen, and she closes her eyes, and she holds onto your shoulders for dear life, and she gasps high and warm... relenting... giving you free rein... ::
 
:: groaning helplessly, she rolls aside lazily and crazily, but her thigh is wrapped around you and she drags you along with her, on top of her, she's panicked and her glasses are askew and a little bit steamed up but in the tremble of her breath she finds a different kind of Zen, and she closes her eyes, and she holds onto your shoulders for dear life, and she gasps high and warm... relenting... giving you free rein... ::

wanting to see behind those lenses, just for me...taking them off, caressing your cheek as your eyes open and I get to see them, unobstructed, just for me...and my eyes simply refuse to leave yours as I guide our bodies into a long, slow, repeating wave...your center along my thigh, wet and warm and feeling the shudders pass from you to me...one, long, slow, repeating wave of pure skin on skin
 
Moving behind Lily, while still Watching Vail and Chas.

No worries. I wouldn't mind. And of course I can be soft with them. I took Chiatsu too. It was an elective.

Fingers rolling in tight little circles to gingerly apply lotion to the burnt skin, easing cooling white medicine over reddened flesh. Palms kneading over and fingertips rolling down the valley of cleavage, applying a shining coat of soothing balm to all her ills.

You are one hell of a bartender.
*Grins*
I might just hafta give you a raise.
 
I try. And boss, you're always giving me a raise of some form.

*He chuckles at his own horrible joke as he resumes with fresh lotion the soft motions of rubbing her shoulders.*

Sadly boss, I am out of time to really do much more than this. Maybe tomorrow, or another night. But I am previously engaged.
 
*Meanders back in & hunts for Leo's last find- that magical hot tub*
Ahha.
*Pops it open and lets it fill before heading to the little closet by the rear door, snatching a little black bag from one of the other boxes on her way by*
Since I'm not sure how long it'll take someone to work his way back here, I'll just get this on now.

*Peeks in bag*
...If I can figure out how to get the damn thing on.
 
*Comes back out, fighting to keep her chest where its supposed to be in this thing*

Yeah, the model's chest is like a third of mine. THIS was a smart idea.

*Finds the tub fairly well filled and crawls into it*
This... makes it a bit better.
*Smirks and closes her eyes*
 
He slips his key into the door, opens it, and pads quietly across the room. He pauses at a box and reaches inside, before rummaging around and pulling out some extra rolls of wrapping tape. Then he approaches and plants a soft kiss on Lily's forehead.

For the clinic... Don't worry. I'll lock up on my way out.

Then he turns and makes his way back towards the door.
 
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