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[crossmyheartandhope]

Overrated, huh?

[He starts back up again, just as slow as before - stops, before he reaches the top, and draws idle patterns on her inner thigh]

Probly depends who's doing the rating.

[unbr8kable]

[Groans--well, it's more of a whine]

Wh-what about my rating?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Not quite pulling off casual:]

What about it?

[As he asks, his hand makes it the rest of the way up, finally - slips between her legs, so that he's applying firm pressure with his palm, and begins to make slow circles]

[unbr8kable]

[Definitely a groan this time as her hips hitch forward, her thighs shifting to fit him more comfortably in place. She just rocks gently in him for a long, thoughtless moment]

...What about what?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Your rating.

[He keeps up the pressure - keeps up the pace, as well, slow and deliberate]

[unbr8kable]

[She falls into it, pressing easily if not entirely discreetly against him]

Nnn... Not bad, so far...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hums, thoughtful - takes his hand away again, and starts that by-now too familiar path down to her knee]

Oh yeah? Even with the payback?

[unbr8kable]

Cross...

[She chafes her legs against each other, restless, and tugs a little closer at his shirt]

You're gonna be the one getting payback...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh yeah? You making plans?

[His hand finds its way back up again - traces the center line where her legs come together, with a single finger, searching through the fabric for that nub that always gets such a good reaction]

Pretty sure it's illegal to give someone payback for what's already payback.

[unbr8kable]

Is not. All's fair in love and whnngh...

[He finds said nub with that, and her train of thought is suddenly derailed by the sensation of even that indirect pressure. With a surprised little sound she twitches closer, fingers knotting in his shirt to strongarm him, or steady herself, either way]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, surprisingly chaste considering that his finger hasn't let up. It's a steady sort of rhythm - not terribly fast, but he presses down a little more firmly to make sure she can feel it through the cloth]

What was that? Missed that last part.

[unbr8kable]

Nnn...

[Her cheek is blazing hot under his lips, and her eager press into his hand is just about as subtle. When she goes to respond to his quip no words come out, and from the way her eyelids flutter low for slow, steady beats, he's lived up to his ideal of being a distraction]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Why mess with a good thing?]

[Which is to say, he keeps up the distraction - that same steady back and forth of a single finger, too muted by the fabric of her pants and almost certainly too slow]

[And while she's distracted, he shifts a little - adjusts his own position, to free up more of the arm pressed to the ground - reaches, almost casually, to thumb at her nipple through the fabric of her shirt]

Love and wargs? Love and watermelon?

[unbr8kable]

What're you-- Oh--

[She startles out a cry at the unexpected brush over her chest; bucks up encouragingly against that too-slow finger before she can stop herself. She makes as if to grip at his wrist for lack of idea of what else to do]

F-fuck that ain't fair.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh, ain't it?

[The finger between her legs is joined by a second finger, and it presses a little firmer - begins to rub a little faster, picking up the pace for a long few seconds]

Well... I don't wanna be unfair.

[Then it leaves off entirely, beginning the long, slow path away again, tracing soft touches over the skin of her inner thigh and down to her knee. When it reaches the bottom of its descent, the thumb of the hand she's still holding onto brushes over her chest again - comes together with his index finger and pinches, light]

[unbr8kable]

[She lets out a whine as he pulls away--can't keep from squeezing her legs together as if to keep him from going, skin roiling against the chill of his fingers]

That's super not fair--rr--ah--

[Her voice catches at the pinch, going high pitched and breathless and much less even than she'd originally intended. Her grip on his wrist tightens reflexively as she shivers closer into his touch]

Jacob...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He draws in a soft breath, when her voice catches - glances downward, to take in the way she's squirming, and then back up, to watch her face. When he speaks, he sounds a little breathless - maybe a bit awed]

...what ain't fair?

[His hand starts its slow path back upward, taking its sweet time. The other hand pinches again, firm, and rolls her nipple gently between thumb and finger]

Gonna have to be more specific than that.

[unbr8kable]

[This time the whine goes low, at the back of her throat, and she bites deep into her lower lip to keep the sound from growing. Her legs chafe around his questing hand, inviting it to continue north, if only to dip above the hem of her shorts.]

You're--such an asshole.

[Her face is flushed, expression straining with the effort of attempting to look properly irritated, or at least not as obviously aroused. Of course, the more he works over her chest the shakier she gets, hips restless and nipples clearly pebbled through her thin t-shirt, so she's already aiming for a mixed success at best]

How...how long're you planning on playing around?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hums, considering - leaves off pinching and instead scrapes his thumbnail over the pebbled outline of her nipple through the thin fabric]

Depends, I guess.

[His other hand makes it all the way up again - skims over the nub he was paying so much attention to before with barely a brush of his fingertips, and instead carries on up to her hip, rucking up her shirt slightly]

How long do you want me to play around?

[unbr8kable]

I--ah--!

[She forgets not to arch into his touch, or not to reach for his waist to encourage him closer, or maybe just to hold onto something]

Jacob... C'mon, stop being a tease...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes readily enough, sucking in a breath at how eager she is - at the way she pulls him closer]

I dunno, dude. I thought I was supposed to be making a mess outta you.

[But he relents, finally; his fingers trail up under her shirt, skimming over the bare skin of her stomach, before slipping lower to pop the button on her slacks. The zipper eases slowly down, and then he's teasing at the soft skin just under the waistband of her underwear]

[Another soft pinch to her nipple - a tug - and his other hand drifts lower, sliding beneath the fabric of pants and panties both to see what he finds]

[unbr8kable]

Nnn, fuck, fuck...

[She wriggles closer with anticipation, maybe not a true mess, but a good ways from tidy so far. Her skin trembles as he finally gives her more contact; she hisses at the tug at her breast even as she chases after the touch.

She makes a similar sound as his fingers finally venture into her panties, shaky and wanting. Within is already hot and slick, and he can likely feel her pulse racing through her flushed lips. Greedy, she arches up against him, as if attempting to steal what contact she can before he changes his mind]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...jesus. Lookit you.

[His voice is hushed - awed again, almost, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. His fingers venture further back, seeking the heat and the slickness, and he curls them gently, a come-hither sort of gesture that drags them in between her lips, to end on that sensitive nub]

You're so pretty like this.

[His other hand hasn't let up - is tugging gently at her nipple, almost distractedly, as he tries to pay attantion to her expression and the motion of her hips and the sounds she's making all at once]

[unbr8kable]

[She makes a fresh one, choked in the back of her throat, though whether it's at his hands or his words is difficult to tell. Either way she looks away from him, flush deepening and heat going up her ears]

That's--lewd...

[Her tone is breathless and strained, and despite the words she doesn't manage not to shudder against his fingers nevertheless, carefully rolling against him to press up into the drag of his fingers for long moments]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...sorry. Too much?

[He presses two of his fingers together - begins to rub, soft but steady, against the hood of her clit, the motion slick with her juices]

S'true, though.

[The other hand, the one still busy with her breast, leaves off the gentle pulls; instead, his thumb rests against nub visible through the fabric, begining an idle back and forth]