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[justgo]

It's Tess. State your business and give me time to get back to you.

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[justgo]

A bu- nice to see your sense of humor's still just as bad. [She likes it, but.

Legs loosening once they get onto the bed, her hands are sliding down to his collar, fisting the front to keep him close when he comes in.

Nosing through his hair, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, fingers reaching out to scratch at the skin under his shirt. There's a pleased hum if anything as she shifts, feet flat against the bed.]

[beardedflannel]

Do I hear you complaining?

[ His lips travel up along the tendon of her neck, and then he nips when he feels her nails dragging over the sensitive skin of his lower back. A heavy exhalation of breath against her; there's no way to put into words how good it feels to have her so close again, to be able to breathe her in, feel her, hear her.

As his lips touch over the pulse in her throat, Joel pauses. Still too damn good to be true, to feel the kick of her heart so steady and so sure. She's so warm, skin soft over lean muscle and slender limbs. He can only murmur her name as an arm slides underneath her, wrapping to pull her up against him. His weight settles to balance on his knees and an elbow.

Joel's missed this, missed her. ]