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It isn't easy, planning around Argine's health. Now and then, after all, she simply can't keep an appointment, simply needs to stop and sit, simply stops being a Ten and a mother and becomes a woman struggling against her own mortality. There's a good deal of hoping when it comes to setting dinner dates. A good deal of hoping in general.

But tonight was going to go well. The date had been set a week in advance, and was going to stick. The former Queen has been resting all day, her former Ace hovering and attending with nervous energy. The kitchens had been more than happy to pull together an early meal for three, to drag a table up to Argine's quarters and find a comfortable chair for the woman to rest easy in during an extended conversation. Everything is falling into place. Eileen should be ecstatic.

Is, in some ways. And is also starting to get ridiculously nervous, the way a young person gets when introducing their significant other to their only living parent.

So as the hour draws near, Eileen worries. Frets. Helps her mother pull herself properly into the semblance of the regal woman she used to be and get her settled in at the table. Argine's tsk is soft as she smooths her daughter's cheek, tells her to run along and get ready, not worry so much about an old woman.

She barely sees herself in the mirror as she throws on a bit of makeup, runs her hands through her hair ineffectually and calculates that she doesn't actually have enough time to change out of her usual fare.

Goes to loiter nervously at the door and wait for CJ to arrive. Maybe stealing a kiss before bringing him in will soothe her jangling.

Date: 2012-10-30 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He groans, and stands up after her, hugging himself against her back and kissing her neck. "We might talk, maybe, but not with words. Maybe with my hands, like sign language. 'You're soft and beautiful, it's nice to touch you, please excuse me while I kiss my girlfriend'" he pantomimes, kissing her cheek and pressing close.

"It's not just your legs, either. But, well, they're the ones talking loudest just now."

Date: 2012-10-30 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
It's lovely to be pressed against him, genuinely. It's just that it's lovelier to pull back and catch his hand, drag him properly toward the castle. Get them going toward that tree-climbing and leg-conversing.

"You're ridiculous, CJ. I hope you know that."

Date: 2012-10-30 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He follows after her, laughing, sighing with a 'too hot to handle' flip of his hand "Mmm, only because that mini skirt has my blood flowing in a direction that doesn't let me think straight. I'm usually less ridiculous than this."

Date: 2012-10-30 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
"So is this how to take down the men standing between me and my dreams? Wear a short skirt?" Possibly overly cruel. It wasn't quite as bad with CJ, of course; he got to actually touch them after all the teasing and tormenting.

Touch all kinds of things, really.

Date: 2012-10-30 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
"Probably, but I'm not sure I'd be happy with you using these kinds of tactics..." he makes a face, squeezing her hand and running ahead, pulling her after him "Maybe you can make it up to me, but I still won't like it in the morning."

Date: 2012-10-30 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
She can't help herself. Having him speed up gets her competitive switch flicked on, despite the heels. Her hand jerks out of his so she can run more properly toward the castle, bright laugh on her lips.

"I don't know why you get so jealous."

Date: 2012-10-30 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He gasps, and isn't going to beat her. He doesn't care about beating her, so he runs after her, laughing "Because you're mine! I want you all to myself!"

Date: 2012-10-31 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
Maybe it's not a real competition, but the endorphin hits are still there. The joy of running is clearly in place, and the exhilaration of doing well can't be taken away.

"But you have me all to yourself!" she calls back over her shoulder. "Always!"

Date: 2012-10-31 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He laughs, screaming "How can you run so fast in those heels and that skirt?!" and picks up the pace, catching up to her and reaching to grab her, to pick her up, to kiss her, something.

Instead, he decides to veer off, and head for the tree, calling out "Meet you there!" waving as he heads for the tree, wanting to be in her bedroom now, in her arms, kissing her, feeling those thighs that look even more delicious when she runs.

Date: 2012-10-31 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
"Could tell you-- but I'd have t' kill you!" It's a shrieking sort of laugh as he catches up to her, scares her in the best way possible.

There's no need to respond when he veers off, however--just to get moving even faster, whip around the corner to dash into the castle and up the stairs. She'll be out of breath, heart pounding, when she finally slams into her own room, locks the door hastily behind herself and kicks off her shoes before flying to the window.

Date: 2012-10-31 08:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He's panting as he pulls himself up the tree, going faster than normal, almost slipping twice before he's at the top, straddling the branch and peering into her bedroom. He didn't have to run down hallways, or deal with doors. So he can see her in the dark, running through the door, taking off her shoes and running for the window.

His chest is heaving as he slaps at the window slightly, grinning hugely. He leans in to kiss the pane of glass and then to work his fingers at the base, to help her pull it up.

Date: 2012-10-31 09:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
"Be patient," she laughs as she kneels on the bed, presses a kiss to the glass in return before undoing the latch to shimmy it open and tug him inside with her. "Honestly, CJ. You'd think I kept you waiting a year."

Date: 2012-10-31 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He climbs in, chuckling "For a guy, waiting for his girl, time moves different. It has been a year, since I last saw you in my brain."

He pushes the window down and wraps his arms around her, pushing back her soft curls as he leans in to kiss her firmly, hard, excited beyond reason by the adrenaline of chasing her and the anticipation heightened by climbing up the tree.

Date: 2012-10-31 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
There's no need to respond, surely. Not with words, at any rate. Much, much better to respond with her body, her lips, her softly contented sigh against his lips.

And it's to easy to kiss him with a fantastic passion, to catch hold of his shirt so she can drag him down with her onto the bed properly, lips locked and legs hooking around his waist, keeping him pressed flush against her body. She only needs a few breaths to nip his lower lip, murmur softly, "Just-- not too loud-- okay?"

Date: 2012-10-31 09:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He mmms and falls with her, letting go so he can pull his blazer off, laying with her as they kiss and her amazing legs hug around him. "Yeah-- yeah... silent, so silent. You too." He smiles, against her mouth, because she's the one who tended to scream when they did it. He pushes the blazer to the corner against the wall, where he can find it later.

Finally FINALLY alone, he can rub his hands along her soft, bare thighs, groping them happily while he pecks and nuzzles at her mouth, and then down to her throat, to bite softly, and suck the way she likes it, a tiny bit painful. His fingers brush under the tight hem of her skirt, kneading the tops of her thighs, panting "Dios..." he murmurs, touching her always made his heart beat so incredibly fast.

Date: 2012-10-31 10:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
Her laughter is half-purred against his lips before he drops to her throat. It turns more into a soft moan at the light nibbling against her skin, nails digging briefly into his shoulders as she arches her neck for him.

"I always... try, mo chuisle," she gasps, thighs squeezing his hips before her own lift slightly to help his fingers nudge the fabric of her skirt higher. "It's just... you do things to me, nn...?"

Wonderful, wonderful things. Things she wouldn't want any other man in the world to do to her.

Date: 2012-10-31 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
That moan is simply perfect, and he grins, shifting to the other side, except her shirt is just so... not helpful for leaving hickeys where people won't see them. "Should I not do those things?" he teases, before he fumbles with the many buttons of her shirt, kissing her on the mouth while he works her top open.

With those thighs squeezing about him, he can't help but writhe between them, pushing against her body eagerly. "mmmph, Eileen, it feels like forever since the last time." He breathes against her mouth, tugging her lip with his teeth, as he struggles to get that shirt untucked, to press his fingers along her stomach and slowly grope her breasts through her bra.

Date: 2012-10-31 10:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
"Please don't stop," she murmurs back as her fingers manage to let go of his back, squirm instead between them to help with a few of her own buttons before moving to fumble with his. "Don't... ever stop, CJ."

She'd go crazy if he ever stopped kissing her. Marking the skin just below her collar line. Arching against her and bringing friction between their bodies. Wanting to press her down against the bed like this. Loving her, really.

"Just... promise we'll get... a condom if things get, y'know," she adds, voice caught in a soft gasp. "We're just practicing, nn?"

Date: 2012-10-31 10:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
"I don't want to stop," he replies, his breath fast, as he sits up to get his shirt open with her help, to pull it off his arms and drop it with his jacket, before he rubs her arms and lays over her again. Firm, sucking bites, love kisses, all along that collar, along her breasts, his teeth playing on the fabric of her bra before he sucks into it, moaning softly in his throat while their hips writhe together.

It's just enough to titillate, to mimic penetration, his hands touching her everywhere. He wishes he had more hands, he can't get enough of this. "I have one... I have one..." he breathes, because he wants to always be ready for a case like this. Where they had a chance to be together, for them both to be safe but to be able to enjoy each others company completely.

But her sounds, they penetrate him to the groin, and he pushes himself harder between those supple thighs, working her skirt higher just from how he moves against her.

Date: 2012-10-31 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
It takes a little effort to wriggle out of her own shirt, even less to tug him down on top of her again. The real difficulty is in biting down hard on her own lip, stifling the desire to moan his name into a soft, strangled whimper.

She can't help being loud. It's in her blood, apparently. Or, if nothing else, it's in the things he does to her. His breath is so warm on her skin, his lips and teeth so completely perfect, the rock of his lips against hers entirely electric.

The words, however, startle a bright laugh from her, fingers dragging into his hair to tilt up his head a moment. "You brought one... to dinner... with my mother?"

Date: 2012-10-31 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He blinks, shifting his head beneath her fingers with that tug as he looks up rather innocently "Well... not exactly to dinner... I always keep one in my wallet... in case... things... happen?" He shrugs, smiling "I put one in when I get home, after we use one.... so it's been there a few days."

He chuckles, and slides a hand up under her bra from beneath, pushing the material up so he can fondle and rub at her nipple with his fingers, kissing along her ribs and nuzzling over her soft skin, now that he has access to it.

Date: 2012-11-01 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
"My... handsome boy scout..." she laughs before he takes her breath away again, turns the laughter into a soft moan she has to bite back. The arch of her spine is entirely unconscious, eyes fluttering closed and fingers digging into his hair again--this time to keep him exactly where he is.

Which only requires one hand. The other can be used to tug at the zipper on the side of her skirt, nudge his hips with hers to ask for help getting the fabric off properly rather than just bunching it up around her hips.

Date: 2012-11-01 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He uses his teeth, rubbing them softly along her ribs and giving her slow open mouthed kisses, sucking on her side firmly. But her hips pull his attention away and he has to scoot back to help her get that skirt off.

Oh he's so eager to do that, to help her get it off so he can look at her panties, stroke them, caressing his fingers between her thighs. It's always so warm there, at her crotch, so damn sexy to feel her body heat through her panties. He has to pull his own pants open after he discards her skirt, his body aching, trapped inside his jeans.

But as soon as the zipper is undone, hes kissing her belly button, licking into it, and pushing his hand inside her panties, to rub and tease at her clit, her hot mound, to make her moan or at least want to moan, in something he's becoming an expert at doing, making her feel good. Knowing just where to touch her to make her body writhe with pleasure.

He starts to pull back her panties, so he has room to work, to move his hand inside her.

Date: 2012-11-01 08:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowtohighest.livejournal.com
All forms of sex are wonderful, really. She has yet to meet one that she doesn't thoroughly enjoy. Still, if only for nostalgia, there's something completely wonderful about having his fingers sliding over her, into her.

And really, it's not just nostalgia. He's also really, really good at it.

Which has her squirming as soon as his fingers nudge under the fabric of her panties, why the rub and brush of his fingers has her choking back moans. Somewhere in them is strangled Spanish, his name, invocations of God. Hard not to let loose, but necessary. Her own fingers fumble to get close to him, to drag over his shoulders and into his hair, reach for the band of his own underwear pleadingly.

Date: 2012-11-01 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jovencitobaston.livejournal.com
He pulls her panties free and has to struggle with her hands, as they reach for his underwear. He laughs, husky, breathy, as he pushes her hands away "No wait... I wanna taste you."

She has the most ravishing reactions when he touches her down there, and since their first morning of lovemaking he has a severe passion for making her climax just by touching her, to make her cum first when he can hold off long enough to do it. His lips kiss and pay focus to her stomach, abdomen, trailing licking kisses on the down before his mouth pushes against her nether lips and he licks slowly at her clit, while she calls to god and moans and whimpers in Spanish for him, saying his name, and making him shiver with pleasure at her response. She always does this, starts saying things while they make love that turn his blood to fire in his veins, in his groin. He loves this about her.

Hugging her thighs with his arms, he starts to lave and lick along her folds, writhing his tongue against her in the same places his fingers get a raise out of her, tasting her intimately as he rubs his face between her thighs, and sucks at all her delicate bits inside that mound of parted flesh. He worships her with his mouth, moaning through his nose against her groin, undulating his tongue as deep inside her as he can get it, while savoring every intimate touch of his mouth along her pussy. He could do this all day, or at least until his jaw and tongue get sore (when he picks back up with his fingers) or until she loses it all against his lips.

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