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spncentral2015-04-02 05:57 pm
lotsoflaughs) wrote in spncentral2015-04-02 05:57 pm
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Catch-all post for threads on TFLN interrupted by captcha.
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It shouldn't fit. These places only come with mini-fridges and halves at best. She shouldn't be amused, but she is, even when she's not surprised in the slightest somehow either. That he doesn't have to fight with the box or the fridge. Or. Well. Anything. Angel. It just makes her smile, oddly, crossing the space left toward. "Yes."
"Are you?" Jo raised a hand, with a gesture toward pretty much everything to her side. The wall, the lamp, the table, the chairs, the bed. Even though she doesn't look at any of those things, or anything at all, in fact, except him. "You got me home all safe and sound from the terrible, scary bar that I, obviously, never could have walked home alone from."
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"Hey, you never know. A cat might have run right out in front of you, not giving you enough time to evade and crushing the box of pizza under you. Along with shattering your vodka bottle so you wouldn't even have anything to drink in toast to the dead pizza." Entirely deadpan.
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"You are so bad at this." Jo chastised, even as she was grinning.
If her heart picks up a little, or maybe even a lot for a second there, when she decides to reach out and find the edges of his jacket and pull him toward her, maybe she hopes it just doesn't show, doesn't make her smile flicker even for a second, when she tilting her head and still talking. "So, let me get this straight. You've saved me from a bar, a bottle of vodka, a cat, and a dead pizza in your head now?"
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If it goes to her head a little, it goes quickly. Smooth and slippery like everything else in her head, when he's still on it and she still can't stop herself from being amused. Incredulously so. She can tell herself that might be the vodka, but it's such a transparent lie at this second, when her hands slide up the edges of his jacket, until her fingers can curl at the front corners of his collar.
"Maybe. Maybe not." -- when she can pull on that part of his jacket. "But I think I'd rather light something else on fire right now." Because, honest to God, his mouth is problem. All of the words, all of the way he is smiling, and all of the way that she has to kiss him now, before whatever next terrible set of words or smirk comes out, because she does wants all of them.
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Can't. Doesn't want to. Her hands finding the sides of his neck, and ending halfway into that hair.
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It's gone. Very suddenly gone, and you know it's not like she hasn't seen Gabriel appear and vanish from nearby her often enough, or not seen him do the same with things from times to time. But it is something that had been right against her, and it's so very suddenly gone entirely. It's still somehow a surprise. Clothes do not generally disappear in that kind of fashion, ala thin air and not onto a floor, or chair, or second bed, in her bedroom. Ever.
It makes her snort lightly, holding from him half-a-second, half-a-step, hands dropping to his shirt, to actually sort of appraise that whole idea and just that it really is that, before she's right back there. "Convenient."
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Which is her cue to tell him if she wants all clothes gone right that moment and out of the way.
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It's not like there isn't a tempted moment, and as if there were anyway her eyes don't wander from his face, down the row of buttons on his shirt and further. Shameless all the way down, and all the way right back up. She's not sure anyone could really say they wouldn't think about it, if it was laid on a platter.
Not that it isn't either way, which maybe stays in the smiles that doesn't leave her lips. "Noted."
As much as it's there, an option, and she does impatient. She does. Well, and often, and more than not. Maybe she isn't there quite yet right now. It's not like she didn't just lead the deep end of the pool, so far out it might as well be the bottom of the ocean, back into her room. That this is even actually happened at all, just to this second, is going to just keep catching up.
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That much is easy, even if she has to let go again, raise her hands up, and help, grabbing handfuls of her shirt of the arm and shoulder-to-back part of it, to just pull it over her head and off. Just letting the thing fall wherever it ends up. The cold air of the small hotel room nipping at her skin. There's a small shiver, but it's hardly something she pays attention to, when she's reaching out and starting on the buttons of his shirt.
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Which would be Gabriel without his shirt, and if there's was anything she pictured before that would never be admitted to, it was blistered away at this point. Shoes being gone, she can give or take, the ease or the figuring it out, but there's an absolutely inability not to get her hands on his skin, and maybe. Maybe there was a different thought, before her palms are flat on his skin and she pushes him further back toward the bed, instead.
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"God forbid you get inconvenienced for even two more minutes," Jo shook her head with something like part of a laugh for that making sense, as she stepped out of her pants, just pushing her underwear down with them, and almost truly making an effort not to take in a noticeably sized breath in. Thinking that really at this point, with all this, who knows, maybe it would have been better to agree at the beginning.
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"You saying that you have that problem?" Jo tossed him a smirk, as she was pulling her second foot free from her jeans. "Is this where you tell me that you're not smooth at this anymore than anything else you've ever done?"
Except for like how no part of hernreally believes that, even if she can toss it out there faultlessly and flawless. When she can pull at her socks, and drop her bra, not at all thinking about him being older than planet, and around on it, unlike most of his siblings, with a penchant for her mor hedonistic things life offer. When it's easier just to add to that, than let herself get anywhere near a crisis of conscience.
"That's the kind of thing a girl deserves a fair warning about."
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"I'm not believing you," Jo shook her head, even knowing full well it would work a lot better, if he was not prone and naked on her bed, in front of her, pulling her down onto him. If the whole display was not almost a complete reverse of the words coming out of her mouth, it would work better.
But, honestly, fuck it. Words are overrated, when she's catching herself with one hand on his chest and one hand on the bed, and really, that's it. Because she has to lean up and kiss him, again.
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Talking more can happen later. Right now, he has better things to do with his mouth.
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He's warm and there's something insane about it still. Makes goosebumps crawl up her back and her spine when his arms curl around her, and makes her smile against his mouth, even when she just leans into it. The fingers in her hair and lips parting against her own, as much to let him in, as to kiss him harder, to lose everything against the taste of him.
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Before his mouth lands against her breast, warm and wet and sharp, and it forces a moan out of her mouth as she's arching into that feeling, and him, pressed along her body, solid and heavy with promise. Her own hand restless on the bed only a few seconds, before it's in his hair instead, across the back of his head.
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