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[crossmyheartandhope]

[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]

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Ah-hh. Bet you can...

[The final n turns into a long and breathy exhalation as his tongue catches under her hood. She hitches right back up into him, shamelessly shifting her hips to give him better access. A hand drifts to his hair, threading in its strands]

Nn... Jacob...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes an inquisitive sort of sound, without leaving off what he's doing - a wordless little "mm?" that probably comes with some nice vibrations, considering that he hasn't bothered to pull back]

[As she shifts her hips to give him access, he takes advantage of the better angle - refocuses his attention on the spot that earned that breathy exhalation before. His tongue makes gentle little kitten laps right up against the hood, short and sharp and frequent. And if he leans a little into the touch of her hand in his hair - shifts a little where he's kneeling on the floor - surely he can't be blamed]

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[If anyone is laying blame, it certainly is not her--the answering cry to his question is light, and--if anything--needy. Face flushed dark, her fingers tighten against his scalp as his tongue speeds, her other hand staying at his shoulder but brushing a regular rhythm against his collarbone--matching the movements of his tongue, just about]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, softly, under the gentle brushing of her fingers - tips his head more blatantly into the tug against his scalp]

[That soft cry seems to encourage him; the attentions of his tongue become more focused, more intent, with those same little laps holding a steady rhythm now. His hand makes its idle way up her inner thigh, slow but pointed; his fingers dip between her lips, tracing an exploratory back and forth to tease at her entrance]

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[Automatic, she rocks back into the touch--forward to hitch into his tongue--back again in a stuttered rhythm. A fresh roil of arousal begins to gloss his fingertips as her voice begins to rise. Her grip on him tightens even more, as if to steady herself]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts again, where he kneels there between her legs - reaches one of his fingers up and in, toward the heat and wet of her entrance]

[The soft lapping of his tongue pauses and doesn't resume; instead, he seals his lips around her clit and provides suction, the way that always seems to get such a good reaction. The finger inside eases further - crooks a little, and curls - and -]


[And that's about when the tub starts running over]

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[She starts to call his name and gets distracted; hangs on the vowel for long, panting bars as he sucks hard enough that her knees wobble. She holds onto him for dear life--can't help but squeeze around his finger, pulse pounding as he hooks further inside her, and it feels--intense--wet and heated--actually pretty hot and maybe too wet and she thinks--]

--The tub!

[Right, right, should turn that off right uh god]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His mouth leaves off what it's doing with a startled sort of squawk; his eyes go wide, and his knees are suddenly very wet indeed as the bath water - and a fair portion of suds - sloshes out over onto the floor]

[He withdraws his finger with a wet sound that's not entirely swallowed by the running water - makes a lunge for the faucets with his clean hand, to try and fumble them off]

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[She makes an embarrassing noise as he exits; shudders after him when he pulls away. And then goes to back him up, ready for any waters that might pass through Jacob's defenses]

I-I can get the far one--

[crossmyheartandhope]

Thanks. Uh - sorry, I -

I kinda forgot the tub. Uh - I can clean this stuff up, after.

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[Wheezes, finally getting the tap shut. The tub looks more like one of those waterfall fountains, the remaining ripples washing up and over the sides.

She looks at him from where she's stretched across the tub to keep it from making a mess and begins to laugh]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him a beat or two, to stop fussing enough to realize how dumb they must look - how dumb the whole situation is, the floor now pink and glittery from the bath bomb, sheets of water still sloshing out onto the floor]

[Then he's laughing, too - until he's weak with it, leaning his weight against her knees]

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[It takes a while for her laughter to die down--to stay down, instead of bubbling back up into fresh giggles when she stares at him for too long. This time, at least, she manages words between snickers]

Oh my god. Why is it this color?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Manages to calm down, himself, though he's still snickering, too]

Guess someone likes being pink and glittery?

[He sticks his hand in the water - pats at her thigh, to leave a glitter spot]

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Wh-who you looking at? I never even seen this thing before.

[It may have been placed by ghosts? Anyway she reaches out to dab a glittery swipe on his nose, take that]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[This time the pat is more like a stroke, leaving her thigh pink and glittery from hip to knee]

I dunno, dude, pretty sus - it's in your bathroom, ain't it?

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[Twitches at the contact, blushing]

--You use it as much as I do.

[Somehow he's still dressed, so instead of more paint she reaches for his shirt, to tug it off]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He lifts his arms for her, obliging - comes out mussed, grin a little crooked]

[His hand reaches idly for more, this time leaving the trail up the inside of her thigh]

You saying I snuck in and added glittery pink stuff? Like some kinda reverse glitter thief?

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Yeah. I mean, you found it pretty quick. Who's to say it ain't 'cause you're the one who brought it in the first place?

[Her accusation wavers as he marks higher up her thigh, and when she recovers, she reaches to mark light x across his pec]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, a little, at her fingers against his chest - retaliates, tracing idle pink scrollwork on her other leg. The pad of his thumb dips into the sensisitive divot behind her knee and then traces higher, lingering over her thigh, very close to the crux between her legs, before moving lazily up to her hip, instead]

Maybe you got my number. Maybe I wanted to see what you looked like covered in this stuff.

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[She inhales, shaky--huffs out a laugh]

...So you admit the plan was to glitter bomb my room all along?

[Nevertheless she scoots closer, enough to easily continue her doodle into a little design, cutting over one nipple and zig zagging over his sternum to the other]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers as her fingers trace over first one nipple and then the other, wet and slippery - shifts, and leans in to rpess a kiss to her hip]

Naw. The plan was to glitter bomb you.

[He hums, considering - lets his un-glittery hand drift back between her legs to rub idly as he talks, palming at her clit with scarcely any pressure at all]

Think it'll go faster if we get you in the tub, though. I ain't being much of a nursemaid if I ain't even given you a bath, yet.

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[There's no response right away, as she's easily distracted by the faint warmth of his hand--squirms forward to prompt more pressure before she remembers to catch herself. She's flushed and breathless when she finally speaks]

Seems more like you're making more mess than cleaning it...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh yeah?

[He dips his other hand in more glitter - traces up the line of her waist and then higher, over the curve of her breast - ends with a gentle pinch at her nipple. All the while, his palm keeps making those barely-there circles]

Guess we better get started, then. Can give you a nice, slow sponge bath.