not_a_moonie | Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

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Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl ...

She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what a Cambodia was, but whatever. Anything that made her shout along joyfully worked just fine. She hadn't bothered closing her door, but that worked just fine, too.

[OOC: Open post, open door. Dante thread is NSFW.]

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Dante grinned. He pressed a kiss against her neck, and slid his hands back up, this time along her sides, until his thumbs settled over her nipples. "Science's important," he said, and kissed her neck again. "I think I'll check."

Alana closed her eyes and made a small, satisfied noise at his closeness and the pressure of his thumbs. No-strings sex was the best breakup cure ever.

"Make sure you fill out a full report on your findings," she reminded him, already reaching down to get rid of her shoes and socks. It was awkward to do without looking, but looking would have meant pulling away from his hands and mouth. "Otherwise it's not good science."

Dante laughed softly, making a good and mostly useful attempt at taking at least one of his boots off by pushing it off with his other foot. "Right, right," he said, rubbing gentle circles over her breasts.

He dipped his head down and kissed between her collarbones. "I solemnly swear I will do this right," he said.

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," Alana murmured, after a tiny gasp at the pleasure of that kiss. "Maybe even return the favor, since I'm pretty sure I owe you."

It seemed like the nails thing worked on him, so she scratched at his back again, now drawing spirals toward the top of his jeans.

"Eh," Dante said, his eyes sliding shut and his breath hitching some. Seriously. Nails. Awesome. "Who's keeping score?"

He left a trail of wet kisses down towards her breast, one hand sliding back down to her waist.

"I guess not us," Alana whispered, and nibbled his ear, and didn't make a 'scoring' pun because she couldn't think of a good one. The hand that wasn't scratching at his back buried itself in his hair, and she sucked in her stomach to improve his access to her belt.

Well, that was an invitation if he'd ever seen one. Dante moved his hand down, under her stomach, until his fingers had slipped just underneath her belt. "Though I won't say no if you go for it later," he said, before his m.outh sought out a nipple.

"You'd let me go down on you, huh?" Alana asked, amused. "Generous of you."

And then she gasped, because there was a mouth on her nipple and fingers moving south. Her hips pressed insistently into Dante's hand as her fingertips convulsed against him.

Dante shot her an impish look, darting his tongue out for a quick lick. "I am pretty generous," he said.

Maneuvering room wasn't in the biggest supply down below, but he pressed onwards until his hand settled over her just so. Yeah, the rest of the clothes were going to have to go. Sooner or later.

"Oh God," Alana said at that lick, then: "That's, uh, one of my favorite things about you. The generosity."

'Sooner' seemed to be the right answer on when the rest of her clothes should come off. She shimmied to try to dislodge her jeans without forcing his hand out of place. It almost worked.

Dante removed his hand somewhat grudgingly, but only for the Very Important Task of opening up her belt and then shoving at her jeans. Which was almost complicated, when at least half of his focus was on something else, like sucking that nipple into his mouth.

But not too complicated, and thus a victory.

See, Alana would have sworn that she was the victorious one. She wriggled the rest of the way out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of red cotton briefs. (Not the sexiest thing she owned, but oh well.)

"I like that," she told Dante, nuzzling into the top of his head. "I like that a lot."

And clearly the proper way to prove it was to try to work her hands inside his pants, right?

Dante's pants were a little on the tight side by design, but if she was willing to do something about that, he wasn't going to complain. "I'm getting that idea," he teased, licked again, and moved his hand back down.

It settled more or less where it had been, but now he had the space to find a certain somewhere with his thumb. He pressed it gently against her.

His pants were tight; so tight that with how close he was, the most Alana could do was mold her hand over the front to rub against his length. And even that fell away when his thumb hit home, absorbing all her atention. Her legs spread involuntarily as she was all but completely undone by the touch.

And that meant her face was getting at least a second of his attention-- and ooh, pretty. Dante smiled up at her and resumed his trek downwards, pressing kisses down her chest as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.

Alana returned the smile, since he was so very pretty too. Her breath hitched under his ministrations; she couldn't assemble thoughts into coherent words, but the noises she was making were definitely of the encouraging variety.

Her hands slid upward, caressing his back and chest.

He left a gentle bite on her stomach, pausing to suck on the skin there. Looking back up at her again, and doing a thing with his eyebrows to signal I'm going to be down there in just a second.

He almost didn't want to, considering how she was reacting to his hand alone. But Dante kept his promises.

Alana looked back at him and, surprising herself, giggled at that eyebrow thing he'd done, which was somehow both impatient and completely hot.

"You can take your time," she whispered, twisting one of his nipples between her fingertips. "I'm not trying to rush you, baby."

Dante let out an appreciative grunt. "Maybe I want to be rushed," he said.

Though the way he licked down her stomach next was anything but rushed. Mmm, skin.

"Then maybe I just won't let you rush," Alana teased in return, and then let out a small, cooing noise as he licked down her stomach. "That -- mmmm."

Dante slid his thumb away from her nub, so he could skim it further down. Just lightly.

Like she said, no rush.

"This definitely still tastes good," he said, and dropped his chin briefly on her belly.

"'Course it does," Alana said, and now her fingers were twined in his hair. "I took a shower today and everything."

As soon as she'd said it, she wondered if it was weird, and then decided she didn't care as long as his hands kept exploring.

Weird? Maybe a little, but he thought it was funny. So Dante laughed, pressing another kiss just below her belly button. "Nice soap," he teased.

"You can borrow it if you want," Alana told him, laugh in her voice. "It's grapefruit-ginger. All the best soaps sound like sorbet."

She wriggled a little, trying to encourage him to nudge down. Her brain didn't want him to rush, but her body had other opinions.

"This is a bad time to make me want ice cream," Dante warned her.

He caught her eye one last time, then slipped even lower and let his tongue flick out against her.

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