( there's still a lot of clothes. but she figures they can sort that out in time.
her hands reach out to grasp at his waist, fingers hooking into the waistband to tug him gently closer, letting a few seconds pass before kissing him )
[ He would answer that he wasn't in fact planning on having sex, but her hand on his waistband manages to distract him quite successfully.
He smiles wider as she tugs him closer, both his hands lightly resting on her hips for those few seconds that pass quietly. when she tips up to kiss him, he leans down to meet her halfway, glad that the lack of clothes allows him to drag his hands up her back, feeling warm skin against his palms. ]
( she'd never admit how long it's been since she's had someone's hands on her but it really feels good. her hands work their way back around, resting on his hips for a moment, exploring their kiss.
though the kisses start light, her fingers end up trailing back around, searching for the fastenings of his trousers. though when she finds that they're not the standard pants she's used to she pulls back, looking down to figure them out, smiling as she looks back at him as she pulls them open.
[ His eyebrows knit together when her kiss gets a little distracted, but he realizes why when she pulls away. He glances down then back up, eyebrow arched and lips tugged into a smile, wiggling his hips a bit once the trousers are undone so they just slide down his legs.
It's pirate clothing, so it's loose and it easily falls to the floor; the same would happen to his underwear, but he happens to be wearing a more modern pair of boxer briefs. She's more than welcome to shove those out of the way too, while his own hands trail along the back of her bra, searching for the clasp. ]
( there's another appreciative look down him at that wiggle, her head quickly turning to scan the room again. she waits until she feels her bra unclasp, sliding it down her shoulders and arms as she steps away from him, letting it drop to the floor.
her steps take her further backwards, towards a couple of the crates that had been stacked in the room. it's not furniture but it's looking like the sturdiest surface that they have, stacked so that he'll need to lift her to them, but a good height.
her fingers slip into her underwear as she's in front of them, a small wiggle to let them drop, stepping out as she beckons him back to her )
[ She makes for quite the sight, and Jim's not shy about appreciating the view as she divests herself from the rest of her underwear, lips curled as she steps back and closer to those crates. Almost perfectly placed, Jim thinks as he follows her gesture and walks closer to her.
Both his hands rest on her hips, thumbs brushing in a half-circle against her iliac crest before trailing up higher on her sides, leaning in to kiss her at the same time. ]
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( there's still a lot of clothes. but she figures they can sort that out in time.
her hands reach out to grasp at his waist, fingers hooking into the waistband to tug him gently closer, letting a few seconds pass before kissing him )
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He smiles wider as she tugs him closer, both his hands lightly resting on her hips for those few seconds that pass quietly. when she tips up to kiss him, he leans down to meet her halfway, glad that the lack of clothes allows him to drag his hands up her back, feeling warm skin against his palms. ]
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though the kisses start light, her fingers end up trailing back around, searching for the fastenings of his trousers. though when she finds that they're not the standard pants she's used to she pulls back, looking down to figure them out, smiling as she looks back at him as she pulls them open.
at least she didn't just rip them open )
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It's pirate clothing, so it's loose and it easily falls to the floor; the same would happen to his underwear, but he happens to be wearing a more modern pair of boxer briefs. She's more than welcome to shove those out of the way too, while his own hands trail along the back of her bra, searching for the clasp. ]
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her steps take her further backwards, towards a couple of the crates that had been stacked in the room. it's not furniture but it's looking like the sturdiest surface that they have, stacked so that he'll need to lift her to them, but a good height.
her fingers slip into her underwear as she's in front of them, a small wiggle to let them drop, stepping out as she beckons him back to her )
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Both his hands rest on her hips, thumbs brushing in a half-circle against her iliac crest before trailing up higher on her sides, leaning in to kiss her at the same time. ]