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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2010 17:12:10 GMT
Mystique spun around on her feet, which caused her to wobble even more. "I'm better than youuuuu," She smirked, pointing a finger at him, wobbling back over to the table, tripping and falling in his lap. "Helloooooooo," She smirked, and forced a rough, passionate kiss on his lips, distracting him while she pinched his bottle of beer.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 7, 2010 17:17:10 GMT
It distracted him alright. Logan kissed her back, completely oblivious to the fact that his beer disappeared from his hand now that his girlfriends tongue was in his throat. When they eventually pulled apart for air, he let out a slight growl, moving his hands to her hips. Beer temporarily forgotten.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2010 17:19:55 GMT
Mystique smirked and tipped the bottle to her lips. She turned to move off his lap now she got what she wanted and ended up falling onto the floor instead.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 7, 2010 17:27:00 GMT
Logan smirked, looking down at Mystique sprawled over the ground. "First to the floor, eh?" He grinned. He reached over and took the beer from her hand, finishing it so she wouldn't spill it all over the floor. He then grabbed her hand, in an attempt to pull her back to her feet. But it wasn't entirely clear to him which way was up and which was down either.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2010 17:29:25 GMT
Mystique laughed when he ended up landing on top of her on the floor rather than pulling her to her feet. She grinned at him, "You're fat," She teased at the weight of him on top of her. She clapped a hand on his ass and gave it a tight squeeze. "Fat ass,"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 7, 2010 17:31:50 GMT
Logan growled, teasingly leaning on her even more. "Watch it or I'll squish you." He warned, "Make a Raven-splat on the kitchen floor."
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2010 17:33:37 GMT
"Only if you're willing to take up breast feeding yourself," Mystique smirked, brushing her lips against his teasingly.
"I think I'll eat this upstairs ..." Hank stood up from his seat, suddenly more uncomfortable than usual around them. He picked up his plate and left the room.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 7, 2010 17:39:57 GMT
Hank's departure was barely registered though, Logan was way more interested in the woman on the kitchenfloor. He responded to Mystique's kiss with a hint of eagerness. He bit her bottom lip and moved a trail of kisses to her neck, where he bit down on her soft, smooth skin.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 7, 2010 17:44:03 GMT
Mystique let out a soft moan, her alcohol fogged mind vaguely registered the fact they were on the kitchen floor and not in their bed. "Bedroom," She mumbled, grabbing his hair and dragging his lips back to hers, returning his eagerness.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 7, 2010 17:50:35 GMT
Logan growled when their lips crashed together again. His hands eagerly moved all over her body. He didn't just want her, he wanted her now. His patience evaporated when it got a good dose of alcohol, and their bedroom was way too far away. "Fuck that," He mumbled inbetween heated kisses. He pulled back from her for a second, but only to slam the door shut and put the back of a chair under the door handle, so the kitchen was all theirs.
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