“Just the short skirt then, hm?” The tone was light once Brian had made it onto the roof, picking up the conversation like it had never stopped. “I wonder if I could buy an outfit and claim it’s for try-outs that I have utterly no intention of attending.” The blonde pondered out loud as she walked to the middle of the roof and pulled out two beers. “Unless I have to attend just to get the outfit, then again party stores might have one.” With a flick of her thumb the first metal bottle cap sailed into the air and she passed the drink over to Brian before doing the same to hers. A quiet clink was given as she nudged his bottle then raised her own to her mouth. Three beers wouldn’t leave her drunk but the crisp cold bubbles were refreshing against her tongue.
Half the liquid had been drained already when she stopped to breathe. Laughter escaped her small frame as she thought about the parallels of their lives. She wanted to discover more, discover him in ways no other had. “Alright roof dweller, we are officially alone.” It was said with a grin partially hidden by the rim of the bottle, and she took another quick sip then set it down by the only door on the roof. No doubt used by maintenance workers. Someone on the top floor must have been throwing a party because the faint sounds of music reached her ears. It got louder when a window opened and she sighed happily. “How lucky is that?”
Valerie sauntered her way towards him just to grab the front of his shirt to guide him towards the closed door with gentle, insistent tugs. The blonde backed him against it and went on her tip toes to kiss him, lips and tongue working together to leave him breathless while her hands roamed across his shirt. He tasted of mint, her lips tingled from it, or maybe just from him. “Do you feel as warm as I do?” It was a teasing whisper as she pulled back to find his ear, teeth nipped at the lobe before she gave it a soothing suckle, a sigh of warm breath.
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on 2013-10-21 09:49 pm (UTC)Half the liquid had been drained already when she stopped to breathe. Laughter escaped her small frame as she thought about the parallels of their lives. She wanted to discover more, discover him in ways no other had. “Alright roof dweller, we are officially alone.” It was said with a grin partially hidden by the rim of the bottle, and she took another quick sip then set it down by the only door on the roof. No doubt used by maintenance workers. Someone on the top floor must have been throwing a party because the faint sounds of music reached her ears. It got louder when a window opened and she sighed happily. “How lucky is that?”
Valerie sauntered her way towards him just to grab the front of his shirt to guide him towards the closed door with gentle, insistent tugs. The blonde backed him against it and went on her tip toes to kiss him, lips and tongue working together to leave him breathless while her hands roamed across his shirt. He tasted of mint, her lips tingled from it, or maybe just from him. “Do you feel as warm as I do?” It was a teasing whisper as she pulled back to find his ear, teeth nipped at the lobe before she gave it a soothing suckle, a sigh of warm breath.