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[...notices that,]

[Brushes again, just as careful, when the socks are gone, keeping an eye on her face as he does]

...you wanna stand up for me?

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[Her cheeks tint darker as he does, and her foot twitches again]

[But with a nod, she pushes to her feet]

Should I...?

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...naw, I got it.

[Sure enough, he reaches up to undo the button on her slacks - ease down the fly]

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[A long exhale, and she shifts her hips--surely all to help him ease said slacks down, of course]

Guess you know what you're doing.

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[Of course]

I'm supposed to be playing nursemaid, right? That means all you gotta do is take it easy.

[Hooks his thumb into the waistband, slowly working them down]

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[See? Down they go, teamwork. The plain panties beneath are damp, but he likely remembers that part]

Didn't realise it was the type of nurse or maid that usually come in uniform...

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[He does indeed remember that part - shifts a little, where he kneels, cheeks flushing darker as he reaches to ease the panties down]

Sorry, dude, don't got any uniforms on me. Guess you'll just have to take me as-is this time.

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[She rests a hand on his head as he does, for balance, or just for the extra contact, who can tell. Her skin seems especially warm either way]

Lucky for you, I ain't too picky about how to take you...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush grows deeper, even as he reaches up to start undoing the buttons of her shirt. When it's open far enough, he presses a soft kiss to her stomach]

Hey, just cause I ain't in uniform don't mean I'm gonna be slacking.

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I-I'll believe it when I see it.

[Which might seem more challenging if her voice didn't wobble at the kiss, but it did, skin jumping under his mouth]

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[Another kiss comes, softer than before - then another, just under her navel, there and then gone again]

Guess I gotta do my best to change your mind.

[With that, he leans back a little, coming up off his knees finally so that he can ease the shirt off her shoulders. He takes the scenic route to get there, palms skimming up over her bare ribs, letting it flutter to the floor]

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Can try...

[That said, his arguments seem strong, at least judging by the breathy note in her voice and the flutter of her pulse. Neither is there hesitation as she presses into his soft touches--not enough to force him higher (or lower, for that matter), but enough to suspect that further travels would not be unwelcome]

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I'll see what I can do.

[He hums softly, as though considering - reaches up for the clasp of her bra]

[It takes him a long couple of seconds to work it free - the angle is bad, and he's a little distracted, and what even are bras, anyway, - but the good news is, he uses the time well, to press a few more soft kisses to her stomach and hip]

[Possibly the one directly over her navel comes with a hint of tongue]

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[Possibly she hitches forward if it does, loosing a small, surprised little sound]

[Either way, she doesn't seem particularly fussed by any delays with her bra, more than a little distracted with the wisps of his touches and the kisses over her middle, regardless of tongue hints. The hand at his head sifts through his hair; the other runs unfocused down to his neck and shoulder, restless and trying to be careful all at once]

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[Another kiss, to her lower abdomen - another, slightly lower, this one with a hint of tongue again]

[When her bra eventually comes free, he runs his hands back downward - over the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist. Down and down, until they reach her outer thighs, and one slips inward, to search between them]

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[She groans, light, and shivers closer as he skims over her body--shrugs her bra off her shoulders but her arms come back up around him afterwards, warm against him.

There's no resistance but goosebumps as he brushes over her legs; the light sound at the back of her throat is welcoming if anything, certainly nothing to stop him from traveling where he wishes]

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[He hums, considering - continues to let his hand drift upward, checking to see if the mess she made still needs cleaning, or if most of it was cleared away with the panties]

[All the while, his lips draw idle trails across her low abdomen, peppering her stomach and hips]

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[Much of the earlier mess was indeed discarded, though fresh mess oozes forward even as he checks--she hitches up into him, leaving a slick sheen behind. Her hand drifts back to his hair, slow and distracted]

Nn--Jacob...

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Man... lookit you.

[He trails his thumb through the new patch of slickness, voice soft and appreciative]

Guess we better get you cleaned up.

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[She shudders out a breath, hitching into that thumb before she can help herself. Eyes falling shut, her hands twitch at his shoulders]

Yes--yeah. You can.

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[Another kiss, soft, to her inner thigh]

...don't gotta be quiet this time, if you don't wanna. Ain't no one around to hear but me.

[And with that, he leans in, licking a stripe up between her lips, to end on that sensitive nub in the front, laving it generously with his tongue]

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Oh--ahh fuck--

[Her hips jitter forward, warm and wet and ready for him, snagging against his tongue with an urgent sigh. The grip on his shoulders tightens as she rocks forward, leaning further into his attentions, and it's a long beat before she thinks to respond]

...You...you're a lot.

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[Another long lick, just as thorough, following the same path as before - then a third]

[At length, he eases back, just a little]

...the good kinda a lot, or the bad kinda a lot?

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[Another curse as she arches into him, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. But this fades to a small whimper as he withdraws, and her hips chase after until she catches herself.]

No... 'S good. You're good.

[She brings a hot, shaky hand up to cup his cheek; brush light over the side of his neck]

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[At that, his smile goes soft and a little crooked. He can't quite help but lean into her hand, turning toward the touch - can't quite help but press a kiss to her palm, infinitely gentle]

[For a moment he stays there, seeming to bask in the warmth of the touch, or perhaps the words themselves]

[Then he runs a hand up her thigh again, deliberate, and the smile takes on a slightly more mischievous quirk]

Bet I can do better.

[And with that he leans in again, leading with those same long, exploratory licks that end with a soft lap at her clit]