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All of it, this whole thing, is fucking mental. If she didn't know for a fact that there wasn't any acid or anything in her system, she'd swear it was one big trip, the aftermath of another overdose, but everyone she speaks to swears it's real and, well...you've got to start trusting some time, haven't you? 'Suspicious bastard' just isn't in Vod's nature - she'll leave that to Howard. Someone, some girl, took her to the clothes box, so she's managed to swap out the clothes she's been wearing for two days (clean knickers, thank God) and feels a bit more like herself, in skinny black jeans and torn cotton. She's even managed to find a passable pair of boots. It's something, at least.

Vod's always sort of thought of clothes like armour.

The sign over the door says that this place is called 'The Winchester', and it looks...a lot like a lot of pubs Vod's spend time in. It's definitely a start.
Now she just needs to get shit-faced.

And laid. Strapping one on? Would definitely be welcome.

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Dakin's not exactly done a comparative study or anything, but he's seen his fair share of porn, so the ranking might be debatable. But still, visible tits are better than no tits at all and he's not about to complain. He also knows enough to try to flatter a lady and smiles and looks on appreciatively.

"Fair enough."

Vod stretches her arms up over her head and then sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on the heel of her hands.

"Well?"

Dakin takes a moment to strip down to just his briefs. It's less clothes to worry about later on, plus he knows full well that he's got nice legs and there's a better chance of their being appreciated now than later on in the proceedings.

"So how'd you like it, then?"

Briefs. Nice. Vod's eyebrow quirks.

"I dunno," she says, thumbing open the button on her jeans. "What's on the menu?"

"It depends on what you're in the mood for," he says, smiling and moving closer to the bed. "I can offer a lot."

Or a reasonable amount anyway.

There's something about him that reminds her of JP - not the accent, definitely not the body - but something. Vod shrugs, shifting her arse so that she can squirm out of her trousers. Today's knickers are, frankly, tiny.

"I just want a good fuck," she admits. "Don't really care how."

Dakin can definitely manage that. He comes closer and goes back in for another kiss, rough and perhaps a bit over-enthusiastic. It's clear he's got the end goal in mind.

But he doesn't even bother actually verbally replying to her and running the risk of coming off as uncool. He tries not to think about it much, but it has crossed his mind that he might sound as old-fashioned to her as someone from the nineteen-fifties would sound to him. It's not a pleasant thought.

It's not the tidiest kiss that Vod's ever had but tidy can fuck right off, anyway. She had enough of that with Javier. She wouldn't mind a few bruises as long as no-one's staring meaningfully into her fucking eyes.

This? Has definitely got potential.

As Dakin continues the kiss, he also takes the chance to finally give her tits the attention they deserve. His exploration falters momentarily though when confronted with the piercing.

That had actually been nice, his hands on her tits like that, and Vod lifts her head when he stutters.

"What?"

"Nothing." He pauses, glancing at it briefly. "Never come across one of those before, that's all."

"What? This old thing?" Vod cups her left breast, squeezing her nipple between her fingers. "Had it since I was a kid. Got it when I was sixteen. Forged my mum's signature."

She grins, flashing the gap between her teeth.

"So does it... Is it business as usual, then?" Because Dakin, while he may be a brat most of the time, is at least fairly conscientious in bed. (When it suits him.) He likes being good at things, incredibly good at things if he can be, and that doesn't happen by not asking questions and ignoring what your partner likes best.

Vod nods, fingers curling around the back of his neck to pull him down against her, bare skin to bare skin. "Feels amazing when you tug it. You can use your teeth if you want."

Well, he's certainly not going to turn down an open invitation like that. Dakin lowers his head, mouthing over it for a moment before tugging gently with his teeth, watching for her reaction all the while.

And, fuck, that does feel good. Vod nods, arching her back, pressing up against his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah - that's it."

It's a good reaction and he does it again, experimenting with his tongue and teeth. While his mouth is occupied his hands begin exploring again, taking full advantage of the lack of clothing.

With his weight on top of her, it's difficult, but Vod squirms, shifts her thighs wider apart, pushing her fingers into his hair to cradle the back of his head.

"Don't...really need my knickers either, mate."

He makes a noise of assent, point taken and begins peeling them off. Of course, he tries to do so while still keeping up everything he was doing before. It isn't exactly a graceful process. Then there's the fact that he's still nominally clothed too. But he'll get to that later.

It's not the most expert fumble that Vod's ever had, but she's got high hopes that it's going to improve. It's not like she's got an unreasonably high expectations or anything. She lifts her arse to help him along.

It does help and before too long he can get to his own finally stripping himself as well. "Better?" he asks before going back to her tits, though one hand stays behind to reconnoiter the ground further south.

It's not bad, not really, but Vod would prefer the touch inching between her legs to have a little bit more purpose. She leans up to take a kiss.

"So how do you like it?" she asks him, eyebrow arched, wicked. Vod's always been able to make a passable go at talking dirty.

"I haven't found a way I don't like it yet," he answers, since that seems easier than trying to list the things he knows he does like. Meanwhile, as it's obvious there's to be no resistance here, his hand starts moving with a bit more purpose. It's been a while since he's fucked a girl, but he hasn't forgotten, especially not this part.

"Excellent answer," says Vod, grinning, rocking her hips down against the press of his fingers. "Brilliant answer." She catches herself wishing there was just a flicker more of his previous arrogance.

"I try." Dakin grins, then goes back to toying with her nipple-ring, still a bit fascinated by it. She doesn't know him well enough to know that brilliant answers and well-timed remarks are how he's gotten through life and into Oxford. Actually, he's fairly certain he's never even mentioned Oxford to her. Right now isn't the time for brilliance though. It's just a fuck.