Spoken as if the plan isn't to keep it mostly on for the duration. [ he is smirking as well, the smile devilish. he lets her retreat, find his hands. they curl around hers, maneuver in such a way it is all too easy to bring them behind her back, to step gracefully against her yet again, to feel her arched to him in a way that makes him melt, just a little. his mouth presses to hers, full and sweet and heated, the last causing the kiss linger. but he pulls back, releases a hand to find her hip. ] Perhaps you should take that shower. You might be less irresistible through a wall.
[ she rolls her eyes at him, good naturedly, wanting to move to pull down the sweater more but he captured her hands to hold, pulled her towards him once again. and of course, he kissed her, so obviously trying to coax her into melting him but she remained steadfast, determined to leave eventually, soon. hopefully.
laughing a little at his words, she shakes her head.] You're impossible.
[ that seems to be her overall opinion: that he's impossible. and it is also true he is stalling, as much for the simple pleasure of it and the intention of letting her know she is still wanted, as it is opportunity. his smile grows, all amusement and wickedness, and he releases her entirely but for a pinching of the fabric of his sweater between two fingers, just at her belly button. he stretches the fabric to him, not enough to tug, but the display is surely enough to prove her point.
he raises his brow playfully. stay or go; she knows his preferences. ]
[ caroline is usually not so impulsive, but she cannot help but lean in to press a quick kiss to his lips once he releases her completely. she knows what he wants, what he'd prefer her do but she remains as steadfast as she can, trying to maneuver around him now, to go out and find her shoes to complete the ridiculous look she is sporting.]
[ he accepts the affection readily, smiling in its wake as she slips by him. he's smiling because he's pleased and at his leisure, and after such a long, satisfying afternoon. the buzz and turmoil of his churning thoughts are occupying the back of his mind in her presence, and it's genuine: the ease in his step as he follows her to the couches, picks up his phone as she searches away, and calls the company in answer. ]
Yes, I need a car in the North District... [ and while he's over there, he might as well find his pants. ]
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laughing a little at his words, she shakes her head.] You're impossible.
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he raises his brow playfully. stay or go; she knows his preferences. ]
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Do you know the number to the cab company?
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Yes, I need a car in the North District... [ and while he's over there, he might as well find his pants. ]