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[lotsoflaughs]

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[lotsoflaughs]

She might have trouble removing the box when she's ready for her breakfast pizza. It'll probably be slightly less amusing then.

"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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"Don't pretend you wouldn't mourn the loss of pizza and booze," Gabriel chides her with a grin as he lets her pull him closer. "You could give it a so-called Viking funeral. Build a little boat for it, light the whole thing on fire, and shove it away from shore to burn majestically."

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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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"Oh really?" he asks with a grin, before pressing into the kiss and wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer and more into his space. Definitely time to get this started, yep. Running his mouth more can wait until later.

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It harder to say which tries to make her smile more. The question or the fact it's not followed up with anything aside from being drug in. That it more than works. An arm closing around her, and the solidness of him against her suddenly. Or finally. Somewhere between those. Words giving way to something she's thought about maybe more than she'd have ever even admitted being once before earlier, and she doesn't even have to hold on to his jacket.

Can't. Doesn't want to. Her hands finding the sides of his neck, and ending halfway into that hair.

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The easier to whisk away his jacket without her flailing at him about her hands losing their handholds. Jacket gone, he starts walking backwards unerringly towards the bed, pulling her along with him. Probably best not to get occupied on the floor and give Jo rug burn.

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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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"Yep," he agrees. "Particularly when one or both parties are feeling too impatient to get clothes off the slow way."

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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"Right then," he says, hands going for the bottom edge of her shirt to pull it up and off her. Time to work on actually getting the both of them naked. Them being over-dressed for what they had in mind and all.

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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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Gabriel cooperates with that, shrugging off his shirt to let it land behind him once she's gotten through all the buttons, whisking away their shoes with a though to avoid the 'removing pants' stage becoming awkward because of footwear being in the way.

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"Show off." It's a comment for not being able to miss the flat soles of her boots suddenly being replaced by the pressed flat, overused, overwalked, carpet that she's been walking over the last few days anytime she wasn't out in the city. Which really, all of that though, and the shoe, does nothing to really distract her from what had been distracting her from even thinking about shoes at all.

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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"Less showing off, more preventing awkward hopping around and trying to get shoes off with pants at around knee level," he says with a grin as he lets her push him back until the backs of his knees hits the edge of the bed. Then his hands are drifting down to unbutton and unzip her jeans to push them down off her hips.

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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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"I'm not sure falling over on each other is what you're going for," he teases. Since she's working on getting herself entirely stripped, aside from her socks, one of Gabriel's hands goes around behind her to undo the hooks to her bra to make it easy to remove.

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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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"Not really prone to tripping over things, no," he says, getting to work on peeling off his own jeans, boxers going with them. Followed by his socks. Then he's letting himself fall back on the bed, tugging her after him.

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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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Gabriel's perfectly willing to press into the kiss, one arm wrapping around her waist, his other hand going up to tangle itself into her hair as his tongue presses for entrance to her mouth.

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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Gabriel's tongue explores her mouth as his arm tightens around her in preparation of rolling her over so he'd be on top, making sure to land so he's between her legs. He ends the kiss after a moment to give her a quick grin before shimmying down just enough to fasten his teeth on one of her nipples to worry at it. Time to get her all nice and revved up.

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She's not sure she'd put anything entirely past him at this second, and maybe that's what makes her laugh when he grins that crazy, manic grin that is all mischief and all only his, after flipping her back to the bed, sending her hair around her, and back from her shoulders for the most part, before he's moving.

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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He only lets his teeth work over that nipple for a couple of minutes before switching to the other one. No need to let that one feel left out. It too, only gets a couple of minutes of attention before he's moving back up to sink into her slowly, giving her time to get used to accommodating him.

There's a pause after he's fully in to give her a last bit of time to adjust before he's rolling his hips forwards. It starts out at a slow pace but doesn't take long to increase in pace and force as he makes sure to hit the best place inside every time.