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[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, softly, at the path her hand takes; underneath the petticoats, he has indeed been heating up, and the spots between the leather straps are decidedly damp as well. He presses into her touch, quite unable to help the way his hips rock forward - aware, too, of the way she's pressed up against his back, the warm line of her through the flimsy dress]

Guess - guess I better clean it up.

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[Perhaps he can feel the speeding of her heart as she allows more of her weight against him--lets her hand drift around the petticoats to drift over that damp leather]

Mmm... Guess you better get on your knees.

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[He sucks in a soft breath, at that - lets it out in a quiet curse, hips shimmying to try and get more pressure from her wandering hand]

[It takes him a beat, to scrape together a reply:]

Y-yeah. I probly better...

[But he makes no move to fall to his knees yet - can't, maybe, too lost in the feel of what little of her touch he can feel through the crisscrossing leather straps]

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[She doesn't give him any more pressure, but doesn't pull away. Perhaps it's the mindless rock of his hips or the nudge of him under her fingers, even through the cage, but her breathing is heavy when she nips at the shell of his ear]

I mean. Staying like this, you're prolly gonna make an even bigger mess. That what you're into, here in front of everybody...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches, at the nip of her teeth; he rocks forward sharper into her touch at that, eyes fluttering closed]

J-jesus. Xia...

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[With a light groan, she tugs him closer against her with her free hand and nips at him again, at his earlobe this time]

I ain't too good at waiting... 'Specially with you looking like that.

But I bet you wouldn't take that long now, would you?

[This time she does press her hand into the leather, giving friction and then some]

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[She earns a full-on whimper, this time; he shudders hard and presses forward into her hand, hips working in restless little circles]

N-not long at all. I'm - that's real -

[She can feel him trembling, pressed together like this - feel the way his breathing has picked up as he pants for breath]

We shouldn't. We're -

N-not here.

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[Lets out a whine of her own, though whether it's at his refusal or at how physically obvious it was for him to say no is hard to tell. Her breaths come labored as well, and the hand under his skirts makes it no farther than the ridge of his hipbone, stroking over that instead as she makes an effort to not bend him over the booth]

[Her voice at least is steady...relatively]

...Fine. Where? Preferably close...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him a long couple of beats to respond, thoroughly distracted by where her hand ended up, and by the intense awareness of how close it is to where he really wants it]

It's -

[He takes a shaking breath in - licks at his lips]

Just not, like - n-not the middle of the restaurant...?

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[She noses against the nape of his neck, breath warm and voice rumbly]

Where else should I expect to have a snack...?

[The hand wrapped around his belly shifts as well, running up and down his torso, not so tight that he couldn't break away if he wanted to, but securely enough that it's obvious how reluctant she is to do the sort of moving she ought to do--distracted despite somewhere in there knowing that she's supposed to be the one in charge of making the better decisions here]

Observation lounge...? Furniture floor? The back of the restaurant...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, hard - lets out a shaky breath. When he takes another in to replace it, it catches on a hint of a whine]

A-anywhere. I ain't - I ain't picky.

Please -

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Fuck, Jacob...

[She trembles along with him at the desperation in his voice--the wobble as he pleads for something she is more than ready to give.

Redfaced, she pulls away only enough to sweep him into a wobbly princess carry, a hand gripping high on his thigh]

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Wh -

[There's a muffled gasp, as she literally sweeps him off his feet, and he goes redder still when he realizes, burying his face against her neck]

[He shifts in her arms - squirms a little, unable not to notice that hand on his thigh]

G-guess you been doing arm day, huh?

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Thought walking might be a little tough for you. But if you'd rather...

[She keeps him curled in close, however, not waiting to hang around. Since she has been doing arm day, but should still be realistic. In the meantime they leaves the restaurant and seems to be heading for the bathrooms??]

[Also sorry-not sorry for having to walk around bareassed for a while,]

[crossmyheartandhope]

N-naw. Walking's, uh. Walking's maybe better off the table for right now.

[He keeps curled in against her neck, holding tight; she can feel the warmth of the blush, when he realizes exactly how bare-assed he is]

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[She makes it through the hallways of the restaurant floor fairly easily, arms only beginning to shake as they run into what's labeled as the family rest room, the door tall and made of modern, grey-toned wood. She slides it open and enters.

Rather than just an accessible toilet or a tiny cell with a changing table, this is more a room for rest--a floor to ceiling plate glass window commands the far wall, club chairs and a generously sized leather couch positioned to take advantage of the view. It's here that she deposits him, looking hungrily down at the splay of his limbs]

This better?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man, this place is pretty classy.

[He flushes darker still at the sight of that window, though - how much of a view it offers, presumably both ways]

[Still, the embarrassment isn't enough to keep him from taking hold of her sleeve to try and tug her in closer,]

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[Eleven floors up, perhaps if someone can see up there they deserve the show. She goes where she's tugged, reaching to cup his face and sink in for a kiss]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss, pressing up into it with a desperate sort of urgency - hooks his fingers closed on the front of her shirt and tries to pull her closer still]

[unbr8kable]

[She's happy to deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth with relish. Her free hand goes to his side, running the outside of his leg from his knee to his waist]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He tips his head up, to allow her better access - shudders, hard, at the path her hand takes. His own hands take the opportunity to explore, running up over her thighs and her hips and her waist, greedily tracing everything he can reach]

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[She eagerly presses in, both kissing deep and allowing him to touch wherever he pleases. The path her own hands take is equally indulgent, squeezing high at his hip and digging deep into the meat of his ass--pushing up his skirts high up past his waist]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders again, harder this time, as her hands push up his skirts - at the squeeze, and the touch at his hip, and the heat of the kiss]

[And it is heated, almost pleadingly so; he kisses her like she's water in the desert, breaking only briefly for air before he presses back in for seconds. His hands continue to roam, over hips and back and up to her breasts, restlessly tracing the shape of her]

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Nnngh, Jacob... I want--

[She tugs him closer, fitting him up against her like a puzzle piece--holds tight at his hips to keep him in place as she grinds against him--sucks hard at his tongue as if just that could keep him in place]

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[He makes a wavering, desperate sort of sound when she slots them together; his hips jackknife up off the couch, rocking restless against her]

[The kiss he returns is just as urgent, and certainly there doesn't seem to be much danger of him going anywhere. He hooks his foot around her leg, shaky, trying to draw her in closer against him