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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 23:14:26 GMT -6
He chuckled on and closed his eyes as she kissed his forehead. Opening them when her lips left him. She got up and talked about a hot shower. He remained lying on the floor. Not bothering to get up just then. He would let her take hers first, then he would take his own. Atleast, that what he had expected. Nope. She threw a shirt on and looked down at him. Asking if he was coming or not. He couldn't resist. "Lass... I already came once.. I'm no' a machine.." He laughed a little. "Sorry.. I couldn't help myself... But aye.." He sat up and looked over to the heap of scattered clothing. Wondering if he should bother putting on pants. He was going to take a shower and slipping on pants after sex. Being covered in sweat and other such liquid forms, it wasn't a happy idea. He got up and walked over. Big deal. She had already seen him stark nude. they just slept together. He was definately safe to not wear anything. He picked up the pants and carried them in his hand. "No point in throwing something on when I'm filthy... Not like you haven't seen me naked before." He chuckled. Before now, she hadn't. Funny how life was like that.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 23:26:08 GMT -6
Laughing as he spoke of already seeing him nude, Pauley lead the way to the bathroom. "I don't think i could go for another round at the moment, either, so you're in luck." Her tub was an old style victorian thing she had found at an antique shop, and she had installed the shower head herself. A steel bar was screwed into the walls the corner of which the tub sat, and a semi-clear shower curtain hung from the bar. As she turned the tap on and pulled the lever for the shower head to come on, Pauley pulled off the dirty shirt and then stepped into the welcoming warm water.
"Well, come on it, the water's fine," Pauley laughed and stepped back to the falling water so she could wet her hair. She was glad to finally get it unstuck from her body.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 23:38:52 GMT -6
Cian smiled. Grateful that she wasn't up for another go. Too tired. He himself was tired. He could just go to sleep without a problem at the moment. He followed her from the studio and into the bathroom. Looking around at everything. Watching her mess with the taps as she then stripped off her shirt. He threw his pants to the floor and then came in as she had requested. Stepping carefully into the shower. The running water felt like heaven. The spattering of the clean liquid. Hot. Cleansing his skin. Freeing him of the sweat, and the semen he had ended up getting on himself. Washing away the filth. He was already feeling better. "I love showers.. " He smiled. This was such a nice situation. He had grown very fond of her and he knew that he wanted to be with her.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 23:48:10 GMT -6
Finding her wash rag and the liquid soap she loved to use because of the smell, Pauley lathered herself up and sighed as the sweet smell of lavender and jasmine replaced the sweaty smell of sex. Rinsing off, she realized the man in the shower with her probably wouldn't want to smell like a girl. Luckily, she had a bar of generic soap, Irish Spring or something like that, just in case she ran out of her preferred body wash. "Um, there is some bar soap over there if you want. I doubt you want to smell like a chick." Handing him the wash rag, she stepped away from the spray and let his take her place.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 9, 2009 0:44:02 GMT -6
He smiled. Taking the soap from her with a chuckle. "Thank you." He moved into the spot allowd and began to wash himself off as well. Cleaning himself off of all the sweat and the filth that had become attached to him. He let the hot, steaming water wash over him. Soaking his hair rinsing it clean of the sweat he had worked up. The once he was sure he was clean enough, he stepps back out of the cascading water to allow her back in.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 9, 2009 13:34:31 GMT -6
Giving him a peck on the lips, Pauley kissed his chest as she got back under the water. Finding her shampoo, she lathered up her hair and sighed as she massaged her scalp. It felt great washing the sweat away, and she loved the scent of her shampoo as well. Hair still covered in suds, she squeezed a little shampoo in her hands and stood unsteadily on tiptoes to massage some into his hair, grinning wickedly all the while.
Pulling him close to her under the spray, she rinsed the soap out of her hair, and watched as the suds fell across his chest, over the light muscles, and down his abdomen, falling to the tub. He was a god, and she felt so small against him.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 9, 2009 14:13:31 GMT -6
He smiled as she kissed his lips and his chest. She got some shampoo and lathered her hair up then she did the same to his. He closed his eyes and groaned a little. It drove him absolutely nuts when someone massaged his scalp. It was the reason why he never went to get his hair cut by professionals. Did it himself. Everytime they washed his hair he would fall asleep after a lot of groaning. It just felt so good, it was a sweet spot for him. He was pulled into the spray the suds washed from his hair and slid down his body. He rinsed his hair out quickly. Hee leaned ahead and borrowed a kiss from her lips gently before stepping back to allow her the majority of the spray.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 9, 2009 18:07:09 GMT -6
Wanting to prolong his kiss, Pauley groaned, wanting more. Washing the soap from her hair, she closed her eyes and let the warm water fall down her face. Once all the shampoo was gone, she turned off the tap and stepped out of the tub onto the soft rug that lay on the floor. Finding a couple of towels, she pressed a kiss on his cheek and handed him his, then wrapped her towel around herself. A third towel was wrapped around her hair, soaking in the moisture from her long black locks.
"Ahhh... I feel better. And your clothes should be done drying by now." Barefoot and wearing only her towel, she made her way to the dryer and pulled his clothes out. Yes, they were dry, and still a bit warm. A quick glance at a nearby clock told her it was after four in the morning, and she was still wide awake. Padding back into the bathroom, she handed him his clothes and kissed him hard. "I'm going to go get dressed. Here's your clothes, now dry." With a stunning smile, she turned and made her way to her tiny room, and more dry clothes. Never had she changed so many times in one night, errr... morning. Not minding if he had followed her or not, Pauley snagged some underclothes, a tank top, and a pair of pajama pants, and proceeded in putting them on.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 9, 2009 23:16:16 GMT -6
He smiled gently as she groaned. As she finished up and turned off the taps. He remained in the shower until she was out and settled, not wanting to be in the way all that much. She handed him a towel and he roughly dried his hair as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around his waist. "Clean is a good feelin'... A lot less sticky and dirty..." He chuckled. She left and came back with his clothes. He took them in his hands, welcoming and returning the hard kiss that she pressed to his lips. "Thank you..." He heaved a sigh as she wandered off to her room. He remained in the bathroom and finished drying off. Then removing the towel, he slipped into his clothes. Once more dressed he moved out into the sitting area. Not realy sure of what to do. Should he leave? Did she want him gone? This had happened to him once before, but he was drunk, and he was used. He had done what was wanted then was kicked out, so he didn't know what to do. He cleared his throat. "Pauley... do you want me to leave? Or should I stay? Because I don' know... I'm kind o' tired.. "
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 9, 2009 23:22:41 GMT -6
She was nearly dressed when she heard him ask if he should leave. She didn't want him to go, but if he was tired she wasn't going to stop him. Then again, her bed was big enough for two... Rushing out of her little room still pulling her shirt over her head, Pauley frowned. "No! No, you don't have to go. Um, you could stay, well, that is, if you want too. My bed is big enough for two, and the couch is okay enough to sleep on if you prefer..." Trailing off, she bit her lip, hoping he would stay. There was no way she was going to make him stay, nor would she kick him out. She liked him too much for that.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 9, 2009 23:34:13 GMT -6
He was at a loss of what to do. If she wanted him out, then he would leave quickly. He was assuming that she wouldn't want him there. But to his surprise she came out in a little bit of a hurry as if to stop him from leaving. Or thinking about it. He listened to her and sighed. "Well, I don' really want to leave.... This is a bad hour and I'm a good twenty blocks away. I wouldn't want you to have to drive... and as for sleeping.. thats up to you lass... I will sleep where I am asked to."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 9, 2009 23:41:08 GMT -6
A broad grin swept it's way across Pauley's face, her pink eyes brightening with her smile. In a bit of a frenzy, she made her way around the flat, turning off lights, and making sure her door was locked. Hey, this was a city, it was best to make sure. As she neared the studio, she remembered the film in her camera. That, she decided, could wait until later. As she made her way back onto the sitting room, she flicked off the last light and pressed herself again him in the dark. Her color blind eyes could see nothing unless she looked toward her room where the lone light shone. Taking his hand in hers, she lead the way to her bed. He would be sleeping with her for what was left of the night. She flicked out the final switch as they entered her room, and by memory, she guided the two of them to her bed, where she curled herself up against him and closed her eyes. A good day's sleep was just what she needed.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 9, 2009 23:57:01 GMT -6
He watched in silence. Watching what she was doing and waiting for an answer. But soon it was there. Darkness surrounded as she pressed against him. He was grinning a little. He really liked her. All the little things. He was glad that he was staying the night and as she took his hand and lead him along. His grin broadened. Staying the night, and in bed with her. He crawled in next to her. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head. Holding her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
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