And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Not...exactly the word I usually hear in situations like this. *reaches for her skirt*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*kisses her way down his chest* Efficiency isn't a bad thing. It can be quite rewarding.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

It can also...also be a bit disappointing. Sometimes it's best to slow it down. *pulls her back up* Waiting...slowly...can be rewarding. *kisses her jaw, then slowly walks behind her, lifts up her hair and kisses the nape of her neck, then walks to face her again and kisses her collarbone* The journey is half the fun.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*sighs* *shivers delicately* Too true...it isn't always good to hurry to a destination. *licks his neck*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* *looks up at the cameras with a smile* You think they're enjoying this out there?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I heard the blond guy requesting a recording. They certainly sound enthused.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Good. *waves at the cameras triumphantly* But they can't be as enthused as I am.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*smirks* I can feel your enthusiasm. Right here. *grips him* *nibbles on his neck*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*gropes her* There's another word for that, but I don't think we need to have a discussion on...names...right now...

(OOC: *snicker*)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*moans quietly* Do that again . . . please.

(OOC: Me, use bad puns? *innocent smile*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I like that 'please.' *complies*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

I try to . . be polite. *moans again* *rubs against him*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*kisses her hard* Bed, then?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*kisses back fiercely*

Sounds wonderful.

*walks backwards, falling onto conveniently placed bed*

Join me? *reaches behind to undo her bra*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Love to. *puts a knee on the bed between Sara's and leans over her*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*leans up, kissing him again*

You're overdressed. *puts a hand on his waist*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*looks down* So I am. *kisses the side of her neck* Feel free to change that fact.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*rubs up and down the sides of his legs, hooks her fingers in his waistband, and slowly pulls his leggings off*

*grins* Someone is very happy to see me. *leans forward and takes a slow lick*

(OOC: I've got to go to dinner...it'll be maybe half an hour. Hold that thought? *snickers*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Okay. [Lancelot: ASDJFKSDF!!!!!!!!!!] See you back in a bit!)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*looks up with a grin* You all right?

(OOC: *evil laugh*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. And you?

(OOC: In a few minutes I will have to go eat cookies.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*pulls him on top* I'm great.

(OOC: That's fine--I'll be on most of the night. :) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*tugs the bottom hem of her skirt upwards* This is a little much for the occasion, don't you think?

(OOC: I'm assuming she's in a skirt. Makes it easier, lol.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

You're quite right. *unbuttons the top and wriggles out of it*

(OOC: Works for me. ;) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

You are so beautiful. *runs hand down from collarbone to navel, softly*

(OOC: Cookies were good. :) I'd give you some, except I hear cookie crumbs aren't good for USB ports.)