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bigapplesauce2015-02-24 01:57 pm
etherthief) wrote in bigapplesauce2015-02-24 01:57 pm
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What are you guys talking about? Can I talk with you? [closed]
[this is moderately NSFW, and gonna stay that way for the first few tags, but nothin too graphic]
Iman knew pretty much the moment she saw Greta in her party dress that she was going to be getting someone into her apartment tonight, preferably someone as different from Greta as possible, and Gabriel is about as perfect an option as such a someone could get. Lucky her, running into him, punching him in the face, and still managing to get his number after that. Lucky her having to deal with Rush's whole shitshow almost right after that. It's been a real day. She feels like she owes Greta more of an apology than what she gave, even though Greta seemed to have enjoyed herself as well as one could. But now's not the time for Greta thoughts. Now is the time for liberating Gabe from his shirt.
He's sitting on her bed, where she more or less deposited him, and she's straddling his hips as she works her way down shirt buttons with casual efficiency, occasionally glancing at him and smirking. He's very fun and very pretty and seems predisposed to take nothing seriously. Exactly what she needed.
"That was a pretty neat trick you pulled earlier," she says, "when you healed my hand." She slides his shirt down from his shoulders. "Got me wondering what else can you do."
'Magic', he'd said. She knows by now not to rule that out as an explanation, but it sure hadn't seemed like a full one. She's not interested in specifics now, though. She makes that abundantly clear by leaning in close and kissing him with deep enthusiasm, one hand curing into his hair, the other moving slowly down his chest.
Iman knew pretty much the moment she saw Greta in her party dress that she was going to be getting someone into her apartment tonight, preferably someone as different from Greta as possible, and Gabriel is about as perfect an option as such a someone could get. Lucky her, running into him, punching him in the face, and still managing to get his number after that. Lucky her having to deal with Rush's whole shitshow almost right after that. It's been a real day. She feels like she owes Greta more of an apology than what she gave, even though Greta seemed to have enjoyed herself as well as one could. But now's not the time for Greta thoughts. Now is the time for liberating Gabe from his shirt.
He's sitting on her bed, where she more or less deposited him, and she's straddling his hips as she works her way down shirt buttons with casual efficiency, occasionally glancing at him and smirking. He's very fun and very pretty and seems predisposed to take nothing seriously. Exactly what she needed.
"That was a pretty neat trick you pulled earlier," she says, "when you healed my hand." She slides his shirt down from his shoulders. "Got me wondering what else can you do."
'Magic', he'd said. She knows by now not to rule that out as an explanation, but it sure hadn't seemed like a full one. She's not interested in specifics now, though. She makes that abundantly clear by leaning in close and kissing him with deep enthusiasm, one hand curing into his hair, the other moving slowly down his chest.