likesthecoat | (no subject)

Yes, I suspect so as well.

Oh, Lorne. *swoons*

(Why sheepish?)

Swooning now, is it? You know just how to stroke my ego.

(Maybe sheepish isn't exactly the right word. Embarrassed? Like I'm being silly.)

It's the only thing I can stroke at this point, nudge nudge wink wink.

(You can be as silly as you want to be. I don't mind. I Really Like You No Matter What.)

Yes, very subtle, Eric. Know what I mean? But hey, I'll take whatever stroking I can get from you.

(Now I'm blushing. I like you no matter what too.)

My innuendo needs work.

Ego-stroking, pride-soothing, self-esteem-boosting . . . I'm good for it all.

(*laughs* I think this is the first time I've made you blush. Victory!)

Your innuendo is fine, but it stands on its own without any nudging or winking.

You certainly are.

(It can't be. I mean, I know it isn't, but it can't be the first time I've said so, can it? Granted, you do tend to send my blood flowing in the opposite direction.)

I had to make sure you didn't miss it.

Mm . . . I want to say something very sentimental and absurd right now, like "you're my snuggle bear", but I suspect you'd never forgive me.

(I'm fairly certain this is the first time you've mentioned it. I'm usually the one blushing.

*smiles* Do I make you horny, baby?)

Trust me, I see them even when they aren't actually there.

I...I've lost the ability to coherently form a response in the face of that monstrosity.

(I do, on occasion, blush as well.

And yeah, baby, you do. But I think you already knew that.)

I'll keep that in mind.

*notes* No "snuggle bear.*

(You ought to mention it more often. It's so nice to hear.

Yeah, I did, but it never hurts to get it affirmed.)

Yes, you can always count on my mind to jump to the dirtiest possible interpretation.

(I'll make an effort to do that.

You. Make. Me. Horny. Shall I say it again?)

(Depends on what you're going to do about it, cowboy.)

(Oh, it's cowboy now, is it?

All right, what would you like me to do about it?)

(Better than snuggle bear, isn't it?

What do you feel like doing?)

(Yeah, I'll take it.

Anything. Everything. I just want you.)

(Good.

Going to break out of the parenthesis now.)

Mm. All right. I'm going to start by kissing you. And I'm going to kiss you for a long, long time. I'm going to hold your head in my hands and kiss you hard and deep.

God, I love kissing you. I slide my arms around your waist and pull you closer, moaning into your mouth.

You taste good. Oceany. And you have that end-of-the-day scent--you smell so good I have to take a bite of your neck.

*shivers* Mmm...yes, that's good.

I want to feel your skin. I slide my hands up under your shirt, and run my fingers up your spine.

I shiver at your touch. I need you naked. I stop kissing you long enough to pull of your shirt.

You always have the best ideas, and you're wearing too many clothes. I pull your shirt over your head and undo your pants, sliding my hands in to cup your ass.

I hold you tight and kiss your chest and your shoulders. God, your body . . . I can't get enough of you, your skin and your mouth.

I love the feel of your mouth on my chest, and I tangle my fingers in your hair, still tugging down your pants with the other hand.

I suck on your nipples and kiss your stomach, and get onto my knees so I can take off your trousers.

Fuck, you're gorgeous like that, and I step out of my pants and kick them away. I want you to suck me.

Good, because I want to. I hold your arse and take your cock into my mouth, nice and slow.