|Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-05-20 17:00:00
|Entry tags:||jameson kemp, lena rainmayr, madeline kemp, nerd, thomas kemp|
WHO: Lena and Thomas, then Jamie and Nerds [Serenity and Joss] and possibly Maddy (if she wants to be visiting Nerds)
WHAT: Post-painty sexings and post-sexings chattings
WHEN: Backdated to yesterday
WHERE: The Kemp and Nerd duplex
WARNINGS: A bit of sex and probably language
There was no other way to put it; the women had utterly slaughtered the men at the paint ball range. It wasn't just Serenity being a crack shot that did it either. Somehow, they coordinated themselves so well, that they got the men surrounded and they never stood a chance.
After returning home, painty and bruised, Thomas and Jamie had headed to their respective bathrooms for showers. Lena, however, had gone to assist Joss and Serenity in their new half of the duplex. Having worked at Lugosi's for so long, Lena's knowledge of sound systems was top notch, and she volunteered to hook it up for them. It was bound to be dusty work, so she figured the paint in her hair was hardly going to matter.
Once she finished, Lena swanned back into the Kemp side, passing Thomas in the kitchen. She swatted him on the ass as she went, since he was still only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist as he ate grapes out of the fridge. "Real classy, Kemp!" she said with a grin before disappearing into their bedroom.
Thomas chuckled after her, finishing off a few more grapes before finally closing the fridge. His thoughts were no longer occupied by food, but by how good Lena looked with paint in her hair and on her cheek. Of course he thought she looked good all the time, but for some reason, today, she just seemed to be radiating beauty and sexiness and-
The more he thought about her, the more his body responded and Thomas found himself rather glad Jamie wasn't in the kitchen because God knew he didn't need to see his father's raging boner.
Quickly, Thomas darted back into their bedroom, and he smiled when he saw Lena had left the ensuite door open. He could hear the shower running, and he poked his head in to find her washing her hair. "Hey," he announced his presence so he wasn't just hovering there, leering at her while she showered.
God she was gorgeous-
Lena caught sight of him and grinned widely. "Hey!"
"You're beautiful," he informed her, just in case she wasn't aware.
"You smoothy. C'mere!" She pushed the shower door open with a shampooy hand and then waved him over.
Thomas didn't need to be asked twice. He dropped the towel and crossed the room in two strides before he was hopping back into the shower. It was barely another second before he had pulled her close for a kiss. He'd been too traumatised to even kiss her like this for a month, but now it was like Beelzebub didn't exist. All that mattered was Lena in his arms.
It was not long before kissing led to rather impassioned fucking. Unfortunately for any one else in the house, Thomas had left the door open and the wall of their bathroom was shared with the kitchen. Thomas and Lena weren't known for being quiet anyway, but frantic shower sex after a month of nothing pretty much meant Jamie was going to get an earful.