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[madesomenoise]

The house has a lot of benefits, one of which is her dad not sleeping next door. Jack and Poison are out, anyway, and Jillie's asleep when Girl clicks off the light and pads back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She's dressed in panties, one of Carson's shirts and, instead of getting back into bed, she slides across him instead, straddling his hips.

"Hi," she says, pushing her hair back out of her face.

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[boywhoflew]

He hadn't been sure what to think of the house at first, but the added privacy was probably the biggest bonus he could name. Trying to con Dee into crashing at his place so as to avoid awkwardness with Poison had gotten to be exhausting on both sides, and he had to admit, the house was nice.

Even if it did make Dee about ten times bolder, which he hadn't really thought possible.

Feeling a weight dip on the bed, he lifted his arm from where it had been resting over his eyes and glanced up as she crawled over and onto him, a familiar pressure. "Hey," he said, dropping his hands down onto the warm skin of her thighs. "Everyone asleep?"

[madesomenoise]

She nods.

"All quiet," she says, softly and leans down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, her fingers curling around the metal bedframe. "Were you alseep? Did I wake you?"

[boywhoflew]

"Nah," he said, kicking out his legs and stretching while his hands moved up to hold her waist. It was late, and quiet, and in the house it was easier to fall into the idea of privacy than in a crowded apartment building full of odd noises and thin walls.

"Just resting my eyes until you came back."

[madesomenoise]

"Mmmhmm," she smooths her hands up his bare chest, edges of her thumbnails teasing against his nipples. She bites her lip, looking down at him. "You're so fucking lovely, you know that?"

There'd been no-one like him in the Zones.

[boywhoflew]

"Yeah, well." He chuffed a bit, catching the hem of her t shirt (his t-shirt, and that never stopped being interesting) and pushing his hands up it. "You're kind of biased by now, aren't you?"

Not that he had any complaints.

[madesomenoise]

Girl leans forward as his hands slide up her ribs under the t-shirt. She smiles down at him.

"Yeah," she says, shifting her weight across him so that his cock is more firmly pressed against her. "Yeah, a little."

[boywhoflew]

There was a little glint of mischief that always popped up in her eye when she did something like that. Whether it was a well placed wiggle or just the way she was biting her lip, and it was as insufferable as it was kind of delightful. He wanted to hate it on principle but couldn't.

"Lucky me, then." He grinned, pressing his hips up against her, feeling the faintest heat through fabric as he palmed his way up her sides.

[madesomenoise]

Dee's breath catches in a little sigh when he rocks his hips up against her like that, when she feels the hardening line of his cock.

Slowly, Dee knots her fingers into the hem of her t-shirt and tugs it up over her head.

[boywhoflew]

He exhales as the shirt goes up and off, and when her curls bounce back into place he offers a slight smile. Nights like this, where it was quiet and just them, without school or band practice keeping them busy, were his not-so guilty pleasure.

"Perfect," he said, landing a hand on her back and pressing down as he reached up for a kiss.

[madesomenoise]

She leans down to him and the weight of her tits sways forward, her nipples brushing his bare chest as they kiss.

"How do you want it?" She asks.

[boywhoflew]

"Hmmm," he hummed, thinking it over as he lazily rubbed over her back. Her skin was smooth, and his fingertips found the few slight pumps of her spine and played over them.

"How about just like this?" He suggested, pushing his hips up and flashing a tilted grin.

[madesomenoise]

"Sounds good to me," she says, rocking down against him. She shifts so that she can slip a hand between them, curling her fingers around his cock. She strokes, leaning down to kiss him again.

[boywhoflew]

With a grin he pressed into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed at the twist and pull of her hand on him. He was tired, but her skin and her lips were more than enough to wake him up.

"Where're the condoms?" He asked against her lips, his hands palming her waist.

[madesomenoise]

"Same place they always are," she says, still stroking him with one hand as she leans across and grab a condom with the other. "Patience is a virtue, baby."

[boywhoflew]

"Patience isn't one of my virtues," he pointed out. Shifting impatiently as if to make his point, he settled for propping up on his elbows so he could press lips and teeth to her clavicle.

[madesomenoise]

Girl grins, opening the condom packet and shifting her hips so that she can roll it down over him, pausing to stroke him, teasingly. "Good things," she says. "Come to those who fucking wait."