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Mmmm.

[She can probably feel that as much as hear it, with her fingers where they are,]

[Bites at her lower lip, shifting in place]

...Why don't you finish dressing me and we can check out this--stuff.

[Pulls back a little, with one last kiss to her fingertips]

...yeah. Yeah, uh. Good call.

[He retrieves the forgotten panties - offers them for her to step into, careful]

[She takes the offer, daintily putting one foot in, then the other. Her leg does squeeze against the other a little, just by chance,]

[Just by chance,]

[He pulls the panties up, very carefully - smooths them into place perhaps a little more than is really necessary, shifting there where he still kneels on the floor]

[When they're properly in place, he reaches for the slacks - offers those up, as well]

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[She swallows again, shifting just a little to help him seat the panties in place, and then the slacks as well. All the while her gaze keeps darting back to his face--the faint smudge of pale lashes against dark, freckled cheeks; the work of his mouth and his collar and where his erection juts from his body, ignored but unflagging]

...Like this one so far?

[By the look of things, he likes this one a lot. His pupils are very wide and very dark; he's watching her through half-lowered lashes, expression a little dazed]

[The outline of him through the bodysuit has become no less obvious, though the damp spot at the tip is slightly wider than before]

[He licks at his lips - swallows. Licks at his lips again]

This one's real good.

Hmm...

[She ruffles through his hair, swiping against over the mess on his cheek]

Though before we can show off to the fans, we'd better get you ready.

[Tugs him to standing--reaching for his belt]

[He shivers, a little - comes to standing readily, canting into her touch a little]

Yeah. That's - yeah.

Okay.

[He sounds a little breathless,]

[She reaches lower, brushing up against him]

[...Reaches into his belt to see if there's a wet wipe or something,]

[He does in fact have tissues in one of his belt pouches, if she's looking for real,]

[Though he makes a soft sound, rocking up against her as she brushes in closer]

[She is for-real looking, since as much as she likes the sight of him covered in her juices, it's not necessarily something she needs to share]

[...That said, she doesn't avoid touching the rest of him as she obtains the tissues, leaning in for a kiss or three]

What a Boy Scout, always prepared...

[He really is, honestly. She probably runs into some other stuff on the way, including but not limited to: snacks, origami paper, a pocket knife, and a bottle of aspirin]

[As for him, he is less preoccupied with the search and more preoccupied with the kisses,]

I f-figure, you never know when you're gonna need stuff, right?

[They are mostly soft and certainly sweet and plentiful--not just on his mouth, but also over his face,]

You need to clean yourself off a lot? Just what all do you get up to every day?

[Indulgent, gentle teasing]

[Flushing, dark,]

I mean - s'kinda hard not to have a napkin if I got pudding? Or I'm eating something else messy or whatever.

Mm... Guess I can't complain, as something else messy...

[Flushing even darker,]

I mean... you did kinda make a mess.

[Cheeks also warm...this seems like a good time to attempt to clean him off]

You helped. There definitely wouldn't have been a mess without you.

Well... that definitely ain't the kinda mess I mind making. Just saying.

[It would be easier with wet wipes, for sure,]

[Most certainly. She has a flask and handkerchief in a pocket so can actually handle that much...and eventually she pulls away enough to dig that stuff from her discarded clothing and gently dab over his cheeks]

Hey, I was giving credit, not complaining. Appreciate your service.

[And she drops a kiss on the corner of his mouth she's not cleaned yet]

[He flushes a little, at the kiss - or perhaps at her words]

Appreciate the clean-up.

[A beat]

And, like... if you make another mess later, you know who to ask.

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Something tells me you'll be the first to know.

[She kisses the other side of his mouth, wiping away the last of the mess]

...Speaking of. You said you had some...special garments...you needed some help with?

Ah... yeah.

I mean... I mean, if that's cool?

[He shifts again,]

You tell me. I mean, you ain't told me what they were yet. Let's see 'em.

[He hesitates - hesitates again]

[Reaches over for a couple of options]

[He can't seem to meet her eyes]

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