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[justgo]

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

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sorry ilu scruffy :c

[justgo]

[Don't do that to her, she's gonna start feeling guilty and then she'll bail, and then-]

What, you think I don't got any?
Oh. Sounds like you could use some company, big guy.

;o;

[beardedflannel]

Now don't go putting words in my mouth.
Looks that way huh.
Sides. when was the last time we had the place to ourselves?
We only need one red sock for that door handle.

[justgo]

Now, when have I ever done that?
All right, you make a mean argument.
Be back soon, then.

[She'll even bring drinks.]

[beardedflannel]

I got one thing in mind that'll settle real nice on my mouth.
Don't take too long not sure how much time we got or when they'll be back.

[justgo]

[Not even gonna answer that, because you know what? There's a knock at the door from one of your favorite ladies, Texas.]

[beardedflannel]

[Up he goes to answer, opening it. Upon seeing her he pops his head out to look up and down the corridor, and then reaches out to slide an arm around her waist and pull her inside.]

I was just thinkin' about you.

[justgo]

[A little snort as she's tugged, but she follows easy, getting hands up and around to the back of his neck.]

Oh? Hope they were good thoughts.

[beardedflannel]

When aren't they?

[His head lowers and his lips brush her her chin, arms tightening to keep her flush against his front.]

Hope this friend of yours doesn't mind me callin' you back.

[justgo]

I can think of a few times - mostly cause of the broken bones. [Teasing, she hums at the brush, fiddling with the ends of his hair, fixing herself so she's pressed to him just the way they both like.]

Oh, I wouldn't be worried about that. In fact, I'd focus more on what's in front of you, Tex.

Or are we bringin' other people into the bedroom?

[beardedflannel]

[He likes it and wants more. All. Joel lets his hands do a slow pass down the length of her back, following the curve of her spine to her lower back and further. His hands grasp, squeeze. His lips curve at her jaw.]

I know exactly what's in front of me. And I might recall us talkin' about that option a few times before. Ain't ever gonna happen, though.