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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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bitofalegend

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."

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thesubjunctive

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.

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bitofalegend

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

"Yeah, yeah - that's it."

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thesubjunctive

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.

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bitofalegend

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."

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thesubjunctive

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.

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bitofalegend

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.

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thesubjunctive

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.

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bitofalegend

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.

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thesubjunctive

"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.

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bitofalegend

"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.

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thesubjunctive

"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.

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bitofalegend

The way he's playing with it's making it really fucking sensitive and Vod actually has to bite down a moan.

"Don't even know what I'm in the mood for, truth be told."

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thesubjunctive

Dakin notices that bitten off moan, taking it to be a good sign. He tugs once more at the ring, a bit harder than before, then focuses on her other nipple for a while. "What about just a fuck? No need to get complicated."

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bitofalegend

"A good, old fashioned, uncomplicated fuck?" Vod's fingers graze his cock. "Yeah, that'd do it."

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thesubjunctive

"A good, old-fashioned fuck," Dakin echoes, punctuating the words with a slightly rougher move of his fingers before pulling back a bit. But he still can't help but wish her fingers had done a bit more than graze as his cock hasn't really gotten any other attention in the proceedings. It won't be long now though and he knows he's got condoms stashed next to the bed.

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bitofalegend

He can go rougher with her all he likes because, Christ on a bendy bus, that feels good. Vod moans loader this time, really lets him hear it. This time, she actually curls her fingers around his cock, stroking with a practised roll of her wrist.

Anyone would think it had been longer than a couple of weeks since Javier moved out.

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thesubjunctive

Encouraged, he does it again, hoping to get a similar reaction. Dakin still fully intends to get to the fucking bit, but he wouldn't mind a bit more of the stroking from her first.

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bitofalegend

This time, Vod's even louder, getting into the swing of it now. She tightens her grip on him, stroking slowly. She knows what she's doing with this.

"That's good," she says, pressing a kiss against him. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she leans back to look him in the eyes. "I could take a little more."

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thesubjunctive

"How much more?" It's a legitimate question. Dakin knows roughly how much longer he can keep this up for, he knows his own limits, but barely anything about her own.

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bitofalegend

Vod raises an eyebrow, rubbing her thumb across the head of his cock, getting everything nice and slick. "I can absolutely take anythin' you've got."

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thesubjunctive

Dakin's pretty sure she can. Not that she's intimidating or anything, but he's never been with anyone like her before. Up until recently he didn't know girls like her even existed.

Not that he's complaining.

It's enough to make him pull back and rummage a bit next to the bed, returning with a condom.

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bitofalegend

Vod lets his cock slip out of her hand and leans back on her elbows, giving him an appreciative look. He's put together well enough and, fuck - after Javier, beggars can't exactly be choosers, can they? She stretches both arms over her head, arching her back a little against the bed. For all she loves clothes (and she does, she fucking loves them), she's never, ever minded being naked.

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thesubjunctive

He's aware of her eyes on him and he does not mind in the slightest. Dakin has always loved being looked at and admired and this is no exception. He comes back to her with a grin on his face and a condom in his hand, cocky as he was at the beginning. She looks incredible like that and he leans in for another rough kiss.

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bitofalegend

That arrogance is back, Vod can tell, and, man, she fucking loves it. She goes into the kiss hard, hungry and deep, and then she plucks the condom out of his hand.

"Go on then," she says, pushing herself up to a sitting position. "Over you go. On your back."

Edited Date: 2014-01-18 02:25 pm (UTC)