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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[orangetoughguy]

Hey I'm not gonna be responsible for another guy pickin' up again.

[A shrug then a nod to the cigarette.] You found that thing. I just had the match.

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

You even reminded me that smoking kills?

[Tom moves a touch closer, here.]

[orangetoughguy]

[So that just means they're totally making out against a wall on a street corner like it's no big deal okay? Seeing as how Raymond's also getting a leg up, Orange switches tactics to bring one hand down, under, to grip his ass. There's less power play and more just wanting to get his hands all over the guy now.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[MUST. STOP. MUST. STOP. MAKE IT STOP.

Orange is trying to push off Rummy but the way he smacks at the guy it just looks like he wants to take Rummy's clothes off.]

[totallyinaband]

[His fingers dig a little deeper into his hips and groans into the other man's mouth. Whatever logical part of his brain is telling him this is a bad idea is definitely not the part in control at the moment.]</small.

[saidrepent]

[He can't hold back a surprised noise at that, and it causes him to automatically jerk his hips up—

Oh. Oh.

Some part of Ray's mind is still perfectly aware that he's under the effects of the curse, that this sort of response is perfectly irrational and it would be highly in his best interests to shrug it off and walk away — but that small part is largely drowned out by the continued urge to get Orange as close to him as possible. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's completely fucked now, isn't he.]

[duplicities]

[ damn it.

there's really not a lot for her to do in this situation beyond wrap her arms around his neck and just kiss him back, slow and thorough. and curse this mistletoe to hell and back. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[Goddamn. Orange manages to break free from the mouth to mouth action only to run his lips over that scruff and down his neck to purse and pull there like he might be trying to give Stephen a mark. Except Stephen doesn't smell anything like Chesterfields and after shave.

PUT THE BRAKES ON.

Orange leans back to just stare at Stephen. Look at the red in Orange's face.]

[orangetoughguy]

It does. So does driving.

[Pocketing the lighter now. Oh look he's closer. Still cute.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's exactly what he wants, Raymond. Keep doing that because Orange is repeating the motion and moving his own hips, kind of sort of simulating how fucked he would be if his jeans were open. Yep. Now he's pulling his mouth off Raymond's only to tighten his lips at the underside of his jaw. For an uptight old man cop this guy's not so bad, Orange thinks maybe this'll loosen him up.

Also WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?]

[totallyinaband]

[Shit. Stephen's face may be turning a similar shade. Damn transparent Canadian complexion.]

Uh...

[Well this is awkward.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Slow, thorough, and possibly eventually open mouthed. He only hopes she doesn't thoroughly kick his ass afterward because these hands are going over her waist, then running up her back. Maybe he can feel out if she wears a bra that opens from the back or if she's wearing one at all.]

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

Yeah but cars get it done fast.

[Oh, hi mistletoe. Tom plucks the cigarette from Freddy's hand and holds both of them between his fingers. Have a kiss - it's a damn good one; Tom's hands wind around free hand around Freddy's head to hold it.]

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[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[Somehow Rummy manages to push Orange off him. Just as well, as he was starting to run out of air.]

Motherfucker!

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah...

[His hands are still on Stephen. Flail flail as he takes them back.]

Hey no harm no foul...right?

[saidrepent]

[Oh, good god. Raymond's head is rolling back with a guttural groan before he can think to bite his lip, and it takes all he has to stop himself from moving like that as well. He can't let this go on, not like this.]

Maybe we should...take this somewhere private.

[Which isn't what he meant at all. What he thinks he meant, anyway. What he wanted to mean. Fuck, fuck.]

[totallyinaband]

Yeah. Right. Sorry, about that man. I've been randomly making out with people all day.

[Most of them weren't that good, though. Hnnnnng.]

[duplicities]

[ her fingers are digging into his shoulders, pulling him close. she is so absolutely aware that they're acting like a pair of teenagers and the realization doesn't do much to improve her humor. she bites him once, in warning, the moment his fingers slide over the strap of her bra. watch yourself, mr. orange. ]

What am I even writing?

[deadly_legacy]

[Her tongue is eager to make his tongue's acquaintance and wastes no time showing him around. Today has made her no stranger to the kiss of someone who is almost a stranger. It becomes something that is both familiar and new and exhilarating at least for however long the mistletoe deems it to be so.]

something for which you have no regrets?

[orangetoughguy]

[Mmff. Hope she doesn't mind the taste of ash because he does have a smoker's mouth. After a moment though Orange finally, finally, leans back just enough to look at Euphie.]

...You got pink hair. [Because that's the only thing that comes to mind when he's dumbfounded. His hands are still on her too.]

[orangetoughguy]

All day? Busy guy. [How many mouths have been in that mouth. Damn.] Anyway...

[How do you say it wasn't that bad without sounding like a creeper??]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh--

[What you doin' with his smoke? Oh that's what you're doin' with it. Freddy half-lids his eyes and settles right into it, lips parting and warming up to this stranger even when he's holding his head,]

[orangetoughguy]

Down the street? [Like an alley. Whoa wait. Uh. Mr. Orange, you're taken, and not by this guy. He swallows.] I gotta go.

[Hands off. Taking a step back. Look at Orange's face all red and just...screaming just bail, man, just get the fuck outta there.]

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

[He deepens that kiss, adding tongue; they're the same height (short, short as a man) so it's no strain on either of them. He pulls them flush, body to body]

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[orangetoughguy]

[POINT.] You're a motherfucker, damn!

[Spit spit spit. Rummy tastes interesting. Not bad. Spit.]