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[Another kiss, this time to the base of his jaw; a reward for answering, perhaps, or just because she can't resist. Either way, her hands run greedily down his hips and back up his thighs, fluffing up the skirt in the back]

What kinda places? Tell me about 'em.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat, at the path of her hands; his cheeks flush darker still]

[He seems to have found something suddenly fascinating about the floor over in the corner]

I wouldn't have minded.

What - what you said earlier, about riding your fingers.

[unbr8kable]

O-oh yeah?

[Her eyebrows shoot up and heat rises over her cheeks; her hands continue traveling on auto-pilot]

...'Cause it was me asking? Or 'cause you done it before?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't quite manage to tamp down on a soft noise of want - or, perhaps, embarrassment. Either way, he shifts into the motion of his own hand, cheeks growing darker still]

...both?

[unbr8kable]

--For real?

[The outburst is genuinely surprised, and it takes her a second to get back into character after her fluster]

Wh-- Hhuh. You--uh. That--that some of your nighttime training?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh - what do you mean nighttime training, it ain't like I got, like - a routine or nothing.

[Speaking of flustered,]

[unbr8kable]

Hafta learn what you like somehow, don't you? E-even if you think every day's too much of a good thing...

[crossmyheartandhope]

S'just like -

[His breath catches a little; the skirt rustles as his hand moves]

S'just sometimes, it ain't all the time or nothing.

[unbr8kable]

[A breath, and her hands run down his hips again, slow]

Why not? If you like it... If it feels good...

[She squeezes, light]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - I dunno.

[He squirms into the touch on his hip - rocks forward into his own hand, shuddering, as she squeezes]

Like you said - every day's a lot, right? So it's all - sometimes.

[unbr8kable]

[Repeats the motion to go for a repeat of the reaction, shifting beneath him as he moves. Lays a few more kisses down his throat as he speaks, and when she finally gets around to responding herself]

...So you get bored easy? Never knew you were so--spicy, always gotta keep changing it up.

[And even beneath the purring bravado there's a genuine note, and her face is warm when it presses against him to kiss at his collarbone and just inside the band of the dress]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh-what?

[Despite the startled tint to the embarrassment in his voice, she does indeed get a repeat of the reaction, and a shaky indrawn breath, and the kiss along his collarbone]

N-no way, I ain't - it ain't like that. S'just - some days I don't do anything, y'know? It ain't like - like an an every night kinda thing.

[unbr8kable]

...Ah, right. Forgot you like to wait.

[She cups the backs of his thighs, running up under his ruffles once again and squeezing; gives a wondering hum]

Maybe I should make you wait now...go get something to eat instead. It's getting late, ain't it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[She earns an outright whine, at that - at the the squeeze, perhaps, though more likely the suggestion itself. Certainly his hips roll forward harder into his own palm; certainly he has to take a second, biting hard at his lower lip to try, decidedly unsuccessfuly, to compose himself]

J-jesus.

Xia...

[unbr8kable]

Yes?

[Sweetly; she lays her hand around his, just resting it there]

Seems like something's troubling you. Maybe we should take a break, take a walk or something? You'd like that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, soft and needy; his hand stills, at the touch of hers, and he takes a shaky breath in, though he can't quite stop the way his hips rock forward, pressing in for more]

If -

[His voice is decidedly unsteady; he has to stop and try again]

If you wanna.

[unbr8kable]

[She gently pulls his hand up as his hips hitch forward, not forcing him to let go, but keeping him from getting that much friction]

Do you wanna? You gotta be hungry for something, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whines, low in his throat, as her hand draws his away - rocks forward again, with more force this time, as though to try and make up for the lack of friction]

Y-yeah. I'm - I'm pretty hungry.

[unbr8kable]

[Again she moves their hands away just enough to keep him from having anything to rock into, even as she trails the remaining lace cuff up the curve of his ass and up his back as far as his dress allows.

Then, abruptly she lets him go and straightens up, smacking lightly at his flank]

C'mon, then. They prolly still got some of the lunch sets left.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, softly, as she takes her hand away - outright squirms at the prickle of the lace - jolts forward when she smacks his flank]

[He takes a shaky breath in, to try and recover - takes another, when it doesn't seem to help]

O-oh my god, Xia.

[unbr8kable]

[Unhelpfully shifts her knees, prompting]

What? Pretty sure they don't do dressing room delivery.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Y-yeah. That's - yeah.

[He takes another of those shaky breaths - reaches for his clothes, as though he means to change]

Lemme just - get dressed, and we can get going.

[unbr8kable]

[Perhaps he catches her raised eyebrow at that, or the curious surprise on her face, or the smirk that follows before she schools her expression to something merely wicked. Either way she nudges him out of her way as she stands, kicking the ruffly pants the rest of the way off.

Offhandedly:]

You don't need clothes, do you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - what?

[His cheeks were dark already, but they flush darker at that - then darker still as his brain catches up with the rest of that]

You mean, like...?

[unbr8kable]

[Keeps her eyes on his blush a little too long, skimming down his body before looking back to where she's stripping off the outfit, hunting for the pile of her own clothes]

"Like"? I need full sentences, I'm not a mind reader.