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Bailey Carroll ([info]boymeetsghoul) wrote in [info]snyderville,
@ 2009-11-06 23:39:00

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Entry tags:bailey hirsch-carroll, madison avery

Who: Maddy and Bailey.
What: Welcome to the neighbourhood!
Where: Cell Block B.
When: Today at some point.
Rating: R.
Status: Complete.


Bailey wasn't quite sure why people didn't just live like this when there weren't zombies. Everyone seemed to be getting along, no-one had anything more than anyone else, no-one was left hungry or poor or lonely... pity it had taken the apocalypse to bring people together, or they might have all been a little happier all along. It just went to show, Bailey figured, that the hippies with their communes had been right all along about sharing the land and whatnot. He felt more than a little triumphant that his lifelong beliefs in peace and love were now being so blatantly validated. He chose to ignore the fact that the people who weren't at the prison were likely getting devoured at the moment - you really couldn't win 'em all, of course, so it was best just to savour the little things while you could. He played frisbee with his favourite 'service' dog for awhile until she fell asleep in a furry heap on his bed. He added to his mural. He went down the showers to enjoy the fact that they still had hot, running water and lots of it. It was on his way back to Cell Block H that he noticed the French kid shuffle by, muttering what appeared to be something about a gun-toting maniac moving into his personal space. Something like that, anyways. It was impossible to tell with Frenchie. Since he didn't have anything better to do, Bailey chose to divert from his current path and head down in the opposite direction the kid was headed. He didn't know a lot of gun-toting maniacs, but Bailey had a feeling he might have had a pretty decent idea of who the little weirdo was going on about.

Bailey found his old classmate's cell easily - it was one of the only occupied cells in the block, and appeared to have a black sheet hanging up to block out any possible sunlight. Bailey's suspicions about the cell's resident were only confirmed when he noticed the 'Maddy' post-it stuck to the outside of her makeshift curtains.

Bailey didn't bother knocking, but instead simply poked his head inside. As someone who was wandering the halls in nothing but the duck-patterned towel he'd taken down to the showers, Bailey was definitely not the shyest guy in the vicinity.

"Anyone home?" he asked loudly. Probably much too loudly for such a sudden intrusion.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-06 06:55 am UTC (link)
Maddy was most definitely not toeing the line towards hippiehood. There were several large countries between her and a state of serene campfire singing. Maybe even an ocean as well, for good measure. She was her usual grouchy self, except now she was incarcerated, and that absolutely was not helping matters.

It was still baffling that she was here at all. Despite his protests, Madison was positive Cooper had, at the very least, paid some lowlifes to burn her trailer park down. It was too coincidental that he showed up to take her on a looting mission right before her whole damn neighborhood went up in a fiery ball of melting Astroturf and plastic flamingos. Just thinking about it, something she'd more or less been doing since she set up shop in the most secluded cellblock in the prison, made her glare.

In this particular round of eye narrowing, Madison was laying on her back on the top bunk, arms crossed over her chest and vision focused on the ceiling. It wasn't all that cold in the prison, which was at least some sort of a positive. With Cooper torching all her belongings, her current outfit consisted of a bra, panties, and a pair of shorts barely visible beneath the hem of her shirt. Some part of her had wanted to curl up under her blankets and read for a while, but her thoughts were too loud and far too pissy.

She was surprised when she heard a voice other than Frenchie's. He was always mumbling, so it wasn't hard for Maddy to pinpoint his location in the cellblock. But this was Bailey. Rather than growing angrier at the intrusion, Madison Avery sat straight up, looking surprised, of all things. And that was before she even noticed his choice of dress for the day. Or, rather, lack thereof. Blinking, Maddy felt her lips part, and there was a grand amount of effort needed to keep her jaw from going completely slack.

"Um" was not even close to an acceptable beginning, and after a moment, she somehow managed to smile. Fancy meeting you here, she signed, not bothering to speak the words. She probably wouldn't have been able to anyway. What? Partial-nudity could catch even Maddy off guard when it popped into her cell without any warning.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-07 04:25 am UTC (link)
Bailey took her signing to mean she didn't mind his invading her living space and invited himself inside, leaning on the wall opposite her bunk bed to look up at her as he replied.

Never thought I'd see a pretty bird like you in a cage like this, he signed back at her with a cheesy grin and a wink. His cheeky expression didn't last for long, however - with a laugh and a ruffle of his dampened hair, it was gone.

Seriously, though - what are you doing here? I thought you were back at your place again. he said, completely ignoring her puzzled expression.

"Oh! Guess what! I got a dog!" he added excitedly.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-07 06:03 am UTC (link)
At first, Maddy heard very little beyond Nakednakedbirdnakednakednakednakedyour place. Her ears were working fine, but her brain was leaving something to be desired. Never had she been the sort of girl to need a good head shake to snap back to full functioning consciousness, and yet there she was, a few rogue strands of hair tousled out of place from the disruption.

It wasn't her fault. The cuteness of the ducks could not distract her from the tattooed hotness of her former classmate. He was just leaning there, making cheesy statements sexy and goofy grins absolutely impossible to ignore. Madison's anger was clearly shifting gears.

Southbound, if you will.

"Cooper burned my place down," she said, proving that she did have some control over her speech when she tried. Signing followed for Bailey's benefit. Maddy tilted her head, getting a better look at the man. She was starting to enjoy certain aspects of the hippie culture. Nudity, for starters. "Hm, what? A dog?" She paused. Eh, being nearly transparent didn't seem like such a bad thing at the moment. You can come up here if it'll make talking easier, she signed.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-07 06:25 am UTC (link)
Bailey's nose-wrinkled at Maddy's accusation that the Chief of Police had burned her house down. At first he thought he'd understood her wrong, but then she signed the same thing, leaving him to wonder why exactly Cooper would have done such a thing. Then again, the police were always abusing their power to get their way - why would the zombie apocalypse be any exception.

Well, that was uncalled for, he signed at her, looking offended on her behalf. The way to getting people to join them here should be through kindness and goodwill, not burning down trailers.

"Yes. A dog. Cam and I thought I could use a hearing dog." he answered, still oblivious to the fact that his near-nudity was a bit out-of-place outside of his hippie circle. He didn't think it was a big deal - surely everyone had seen more than a few naked bodies in their day - and so really didn't consider that fact much at all when choosing his (lack of) outfit for the day.

Oh! Good idea! Bailey agreed, taking her offer at face value and climbing up onto her bunk to be better able to chat. He took a seat next to her, adjusting his towel so that it didn't reveal anything more than she'd already seen.

"Your room could use some art," Bailey suggested with a nod, thinking that her odd expression was perhaps a result of homesickness and not feeling cozy enough in her new living arrangements.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-07 06:42 am UTC (link)
Uncalled for? Really? For a second, Madison kind of wanted to flick Bailey's head, but that passed quickly, immediately followed by some genuine laughter. This guy was from a different planet, but it worked somehow. It made her less inclined to kill people, anyway.

I completely agree, she told him, drawing one leg up as a place to rest her chin. Maddy was smiling. If Cooper walked in right then, he probably would've thought she was on drugs. Smiling was weird for her. Generally. Not when she was in the vicinity of naked men, but generally.

So what's the dog's name?" she asked, since Bailey seemed excited and he was naked and other avenues of conversation seemed to be evading her. And then he was actually taking her up on her offer, without even a hint of recognition in reference to the thinly- veiled implications. She almost let out another laugh. And yet she didn't, too busy trying not to watch for some sort of a towel slip.

To give some degree of privacy, she ducked her head, forehead to her knee, and waited for his rustling to quiet. Was his head really that far in the clouds? And here she was, initially feeling underdressed for company. Christ. "Uh. Art?" she asked, looking up only because signing over her ducked head would've been ridiculous. "I hadn't really thought about it. I've never been one for decorating. Anything, really."

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-07 07:05 am UTC (link)
Bailey was more than happy to talk about his new four-legged friend. "Starshine. You know, like that song. In that movie. Not that I know how it goes, but Cameron seems to like it, so it stuck." he explained, not knowing that she wasn't in the least bit interested in his new pet. Madison kind of struck him as a dog person. Perhaps if they ever found another one, she'd like one of her own to cheer up her home sweet cellblock.

Well, maybe you ought to start. There's plenty of time to learn now. he said encouragingly, thinking that maybe a good place to start might be throwing a few collages together. Maybe weaving a throw rug. His head was not in the clouds, but it was a lot closer to there at the moment than southbound.

"Maybe I can go get some paints, help you out." he suggested helpfully. He adjusted his legs so that he was sitting lotus-style, legs crossed one under the other.

"You should come up to our block sometime. We've got a hookah." Bailey added, miming smoking from the object in question like a fairytale caterpillar sitting on some sort of invisible giant toadstool.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-07 07:20 am UTC (link)
It wasn't even that she wasn't interested. She probably would've been, if Bailey wasn't one twitch away from full-frontal. Maddy did like dogs. They were smart and loyal, which was what she would've asked of a pet if she'd ever had one. There were more zombie cats running around than zombie dogs, so that had to mean something, right?

"There are a lot of ways to occupy time," she said slowly, annunciating so she wouldn't need to sign hopefully. It was kind of difficult to give a look when you were forming words with your fingers. Maddy had her doubts that Bailey would even notice as it was, so she didn't want to tempt fate and throw finger gestures in as possible distractions.

"Other than painting, I mean," she added, this time with the signs. In her head, she tried to remember how they'd gotten mostly naked in a shower together.

Zombie splatters, that's how. Great.

"So," Maddy started, eyes steady on Bailey's face, as it was the only truly safe place to look. "Aren't you cold?" Smoking up could clearly wait.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-07 07:41 am UTC (link)
Bailey watched her curiously. He was quite sure he'd seen a look like that somewhere before but he didn't want to assume anything. She was an old classmate, after all, and someone who'd never shown any interest in him until recently - and even then, it was probably more of as an odd little curiosity than as... well, someone to occupy her time with.

"Like board games," he joked finally, deciding that humour was probably the best way to go at this point. Maddy didn't really seem to him like the hippie-lovin' type, and so he decided to explain away her possible flirtatiousness as just another one of her character quirks than anything he should act upon. He didn't want to make any unwanted suggestions only to have Maddy go 'EWW! YOU SMELL LIKE PATCHOULI!' and never speak to him again.

Nope, it was best to feign total obliviousness until he knew for sure. Until then, Bailey decided to simply play along until he had a few more clues to work with.

Now that you mention it... yes. It is a little bit chilly in here, isn't it? he gestured, miming a shiver.

You're not having any trouble keeping warm in here, are you?

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-07 07:05 pm UTC (link)
After a moment of painfully careful analysis, Madison was left with no other choice but to acknowledge either an undeniable obliviousness or a lack of interest. Either way, it made sense to scoot backwards a bit, back resting comfortable against the cool prison wall. "Yes. Exactly like board games," she told him. If he detected her quizzical expression, good for him.

She had her doubts, however.

Laughing wasn't an issue when Bailey gave a dramatic shiver. She knew her way around acting, and it was funny to see Bailey's go at it. He made for good company, even if Maddy sometimes needed to weed through strange hippieisms to understand him. Like the towel. Ordinary people did not make casual, friendly visits wearing nothing but towels.

Fucking hippies. Too much pot for their own good, it appeared.

Are you going to point me to extra blankets if I do have trouble staying warm? she asked, acknowledging how likely it was she'd freeze to death before she asked someone in this awful prison commune place for assistance. Bailey probably knew the lay of the land at this point. He was a cute, naked source of information. That was all. Mhm.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-07 11:10 pm UTC (link)
Bailey's suspicions about Madison's lack of interest were only confirmed by her scooting backwards and leaning back up against the wall rather than making any further advancements. See, he thought, sometimes it paid to wait and see! Free from having to keep guessing now, Bailey relaxed his brain and quit wondering what to think about Maddy. She was just being friendly, and that was perfectly cool in his book.

He leaned back on his hands. "Do you like Hungry Hungry Hippos?" he asked, attempting to conceal the fact that he'd ever thought she'd been referring to recreational activities other than board games.

But of course! Bailey signed back cheerfully. Come on, I'll show you where you can get all the warmth you need.

And with a beckoning gesture, Bailey uncrossed his legs and hopped down off of her bunk, predictably losing his ducky towel in the process. It took him a second or two to realise it had become a little breezier in the cell than he'd remembered, and when he finally did notice the reason for it, he merely scooped up the dropped towel and put it back on without looking in the least bit embarrassed.

"Are you coming or what?" he asked Maddy with a grin, then headed back into the hall to wait for her to join him.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-07 11:46 pm UTC (link)
Maybe she bumped her head against the wall behind her. Maybe it was on purpose. Sure, she'd made an effort to stop pushing forward since she wasn't receiving any sort of positive response from Bailey, but how annoying was it when hints continued to slip out even without her permission? Madison had moved backwards in order to show restraint. Now she was going to give herself a concussion.

It was good that Bailey couldn't hear it when she let out a sigh. She shrugged rather than expressing her intimate thoughts on Hungry Hungry Hippos. Bailey was impossible.

And literally naked, the next time she glanced over. Her lips parted again, not only because his protective sheet of ducks had made a break for it, but because Bailey didn't even seem to notice. Or care. Walking around naked, spreading his hippie lovin', was a daily practice in his little world apparently. That was swell. Really.

She swallowed back some incoherent string of appreciative adjectives and objectifying phrases. He was not a slab of meat, after all. Right. Or she just didn't want to risk Rémy hearing her as he passed by. That guy would probably use it against her. Maddy wouldn't have blamed him, honestly.

With a shake of her head, Madison followed after Bailey, pushing back the black sheet enough to see him without stepping completely into the hall. One hand found its way to his bicep, and that hint of hot water warmth was still lingering over his skin like a lazy morning fog. Bailey was warm. Hello? Better than a blanket. "I don't want a blanket," she told him. Apparently the problem wasn't getting the hippies naked, but cluing them in.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-08 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Bailey turned around to face Maddy when he felt her hand meet his bare skin. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Mm?" he inquired.

He tilted his head, trying to decipher what exactly Maddy wanted out of this. She seemed interested, then not interested, then... mildly interested again? Well, hmm. Women were confusing creatures. Bailey usually liked to think he had a pretty good grasp of emotions and empathy and whatnot, but sometimes people just puzzled him.

Maddy was far different than the kind of girls he was used to, though this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Curiosity piqued, Bailey placed a hand on each of his old classmate's hips and watched her eyes closely. He was only inches away when he asked her.

"What is it you do want?"

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-08 07:30 pm UTC (link)
Acting gave her control over her emotions. When she was being careful, cautious of what she let out, everything was subtle. That was the point. If she properly sneered at a greasy customer who was being a dirt bag, she wouldn't have been a waitress for very long at all. But a quick flicker of disgust? People rarely noticed that. Bailey was not a dirt bag, but he could make her nervous. When her eyebrows jerked skyward, it was only for a moment, the arched lines barely moving much at all.

But Bailey seemed to be paying attention now. Hands to hips definitely beat her hand to arm. He sunk her battleship.

Ah, but it was a start, wasn't it? Subtlety be damned, she smiled because he was close and he really was warm. It wasn't anything brilliant, her smile, but it hopefully showed that she was pleased. That Bailey was finally catching on. Seemingly, anyway.

"For you to come back into my prison cell, for starters," she told him, laughing because that sounded more ridiculous than it had in her head. Bailey didn't appear to have a problem with being cheesy, though. That was a plus. She moved her hand up to the back of his neck, fingertips absently growing acquainted with the ends of his hair.

Maddy took a step backwards. If Bailey retreated back into his hippie hole of obliviousness, she was probably going to scream.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-09 02:53 am UTC (link)
Bailey snickered along with her - thank god the girl had a sense of humour, or this situation might have been infinitely more awkward. It was a good sign that she wasn't taking this sort of thing too seriously; the quickest way to kill a playful mood was to stop in the middle of things for a solemn Talk. Thankfully, she didn't seem like the funereal type. For a second or two, Bailey wondered vaguely what kind of strings were attached to taking Maddy up on what she seemed to be offering, then figured to hell with it, he'd cross that bridge when he got there.

"I think I saw a movie like that once," he deadpanned with another cheesy brow wriggle of his own, then inched closer as she took a step backwards. Then, because he felt as though this was becoming a little too much like some predictable prison 'romance' film, Bailey decided to shake things up a little and scooped her up roughly in his arms, carrying her back into the cell in a manner more like a cavewoman carrying off a woman to ravish than a loving husband toting his bride over the threshold.

"Your wish is my command," he said, in what he hoped to be a fittingly manly tone. He really couldn't tell what her response was, if anything, what with dangling her semi-upside down as he was. He held her captive for a moment or two longer than was really necessary before setting her down on the bottom bunk and slid into bed alongside her.

Bailey rested his head on his hand and gave her a cheeky smile.

"So, what's next on your list?" he asked with feigned politeness.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-09 03:59 am UTC (link)
Madison generally didn't do strings. She didn't like getting tangled unless it was a sure thing, and when was anything ever a sure thing? Throw in some zombies, and Bailey was safe. There would be no insane bitchy clinging in his future. Not from her, anyway. Not unless something really shook up her world.

She rolled her eyes at his cheesy wiggling, smiling the entire time because it was amusing despite her attempt at disapproval. "You're into prison flicks, huh?" she asked, suggestive in her expression just as he had been. How things had switched from weird to working so easily, Maddy couldn't determine, but she was willing to roll with it. She preferred it when she and Bailey could just goof around. The physical contact didn't hurt either.

Something of a surprised scream escaped when she ended up horizontal. Not on a bed!horizontal, but midair!horizontal. Probably a rather good thing that she'd chosen such a remote area of the prison. The last thing she wanted was someone running in, guns blazing, fully expecting zombies and instead finding a hippie and a trailer park princess.

Once the surprise wore off and Bailey's words sunk in, Maddy started laughing. She hooked an arm around him so she'd feel more secure, but beyond that, she didn't move. He was so damn weird and it was strangely charming and a much-needed change of pace. When he finally let her down, she served him with a glare kissed along the edges with amusement. Unconvincing, in other words, and purposely so.

A polite girl would've scooted back to make room for the boy draped in nothing but a towel. Maddy was glad she wasn't polite. She moved onto her side, mirroring his casual position to prop her head up.

"I think you're trouble," she told him, careful with her words so he'd understand her before she leaned in, feeling no real need to wait for him to do so first. They were adults. And hell, he was the nearly-naked one. The least she could do was let a kiss act as her answer.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-09 05:14 am UTC (link)
He beamed proudly when she accused him of being troublesome. "I think you're right," Bailey murmured wryly, then leaned in for the kiss, wrapping a deftly-tattooed arm around her to run his fingers through her hair while his other hand crept to her stomach, tucking itself in under her t-shirt. He ran his fingers along the curve of her waist, smiling at her as his lips pulled away.

"I think you're bad news," he said playfully, and kissed her neck. "Beautiful, horrible news."

Bailey tugged at the bottom of her shirt with the hand that wasn't entangled in trailer park princess hair, mentally willing her to move so as to make the removal of clothing a little easier. He wasn't the best conversationalist even in the best of times, but having to focus his attentions on areas of the body other than lips made being intelligible near-impossible.

As he planted more kisses on the skin exposed near the top of Maddy's shirt collar, Bailey muttered some enigmatic words that might have been sweet nothings, but could just have easily been more contemplations on the subject of famished water-dwelling mammals. He looked up at her, blue eyes a-glimmering, silently inquiring as to if the pretty lady had any specific wishes she wanted fulfilled next.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-09 05:57 am UTC (link)
The notion of going into this (whatever this was) joking made it feel more comfortable than Maddy was used to, but all the pieces were still pretty standard. Excitement mingled with lazy confidence and bold exploration danced with skilled fingertips. All the curves and brushes and instincts were in the right places, but they were new, factory-sealed and eager to be unwrapped. Maddy smiled and leaned in closer to the tempting heat of Bailey's mouth.

Whether it was intentional or not, Bailey's game was a decent part torment. He pulled away before she was satisfied, and Maddy found herself convinced even though he couldn't hear the frustrated breath of protest she unabashedly let out, he could somehow feel it. In her chest maybe, or beneath the wandering graze of his fingertips.

Her fingers traced up his back, nails brushing his skin as he toyed with her neck and her control unraveled with a squeeze of his shoulder. It wasn't hard to tell when Madison liked something. She was good with positive responses. Her eyes slipped shut when Bailey pulled back from her neck, and she swallowed before she met those sparkling blues. After a moment, she let experience and gravity turn hands on his shoulders to a shift that had Bailey on his back.

She straddled his hips, pressing close enough to keep the contact light but lingering. Bailey knew what he was doing, knew where his charms really worked in his favor, and Maddy was aware of the same. Her hair settled over one shoulder as she leaned down, the closeness and the heat mixing together all the makings of a kiss that she stopped at the very first brush of lips.

Everything about her expression said Hah! as she sat back up, careful not to hit the top bunk as she eased her shirt up, working it over her head to be strictly fair. "What were you saying about bad news?" she asked, dropping the shirt to the floor.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-10 02:24 am UTC (link)
Bailey's confident smile faltered for a second with Maddy's tease of a near-kiss; the heat of her breath lingered on his lips like a phantom gesture even as she pulled away, leaving him yearning. His desirous expression betrayed his minute disappointment momentarily before the grin returned. So that was how it was going to be, eh? Bailey decided he'd have to step up his game if he wanted to keep her guessing. Maddy's discernible reactions to what she liked were encouraging, but he didn't let this knowledge keep him from exploring what else might make her proverbial motor run. No-one could ever accuse hippies of simply sticking with the old stand-bys.

Bailey allowed himself a moment to lay back and admire the view as she sat up and tore that troublesome shirt right off. Maddy's self-assurance was one of her most striking features - this girl was tantalizing, and she knew it. If Bailey's game was a decent part torment, Maddy's was near-unbearable. He reached up, hands grazing their way from her waist up to her ribcage. Using one of his well-practiced magic tricks that even Cameron didn't know about, Bailey unclasped her bra using one hand and attempted to work it off of her. With his other hand, he tried to draw her in close enough to steal another kiss.

"Who was it that said 'all news is good news'?" Bailey asked her, his words mixing with the warmth of her exhales. In retaliation for frustrating him previously, Bailey greeted her not with tongue, nor teeth, nor open mouth, but by giving her a chaste peck on the nose.

He gave her a quirky smile. "Everything's relative," he said, then because he'd never been one to take a challenge like this lying down, used surprise to his advantage and rolled over so that she was still straddling his hips, only from underneath him rather than on top.

At this point, Bailey decided that a game was only that without follow-through and opted to make up for their lack of actual kisses this time around by giving her a myriad. He started at her mouth, then neck, then worked his way down her chest, stomach, the curve of her hipbone...

When he finally reached her shorts, he looked back up at her yet again, raised his eyebrows, then set to freeing her of them with a tug of his cavemanly teeth.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-10 04:24 am UTC (link)
Feeling someone waver was satisfying, the sort that settled beneath the ribs, warmed from the inside out. It never was much of a game if someone stopped fighting for control, though, stopped with the smoldering volley, and it wouldn't have taken much for Bailey to get out of her an admission of the palpable arousal that came with his reappearing grin. Recognition was there, twirling lazily in the blue of his eyes. He was up for the tension, the teasing.

She returned his smile as she felt his hand slip up her side, probing just enough to raise goose bumps, enough to make it impossible for her not to notice. Bailey pulled her down and Maddy let him, the unclasped fabric of her bra sliding down at the straps. She discarded it without disrupting their nearness, convinced, for a moment, that she'd actually get a kiss out of him. The heat of his breath as he spoke was worse than a teasing brush of lips, and just as Maddy was about to give up on waiting, arch up and steal that passionate prize, Bailey kissed her on the nose.

The smile did her in. Her brows dipped towards each other, longing taking up advertising space all across her features. She really couldn't plot a course to anticipate his actions, that made even more obvious as he rolled her back over. "You're mean," she told him, her glare half-hearted and completely eliminated by the time he pushed in and drew out a surprised gasp with his kiss.

There was a chill rising along her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Without thought or concern, Maddy tried to pull Bailey back as he once again broke a kiss, but finding his lips on a different path was fine with every inch except her brain. A decent alternative. One corner of her bottom lip fell beneath her teeth, and the light pressure was enough to get even her brain onboard.

Desperation flared up as his mouth trailed lower, burning lazy prints down her body that she felt deeper than was possible, logical. There were sounds slipping out without reserve, breathy, shameless moans that she punctuated, for Bailey's benefit of course, with a light tug of his hair. He couldn't hear her, but that wasn't going to be a problem. Not as long as he kept reconnecting eye contact before doing things like dragging down her shorts with his teeth.

She hadn't had any expectations, but if she had, Maddy would've underestimated Bailey. Zero to panting in one cool, skilled line of kisses had to be a record. Madison kneaded anxiously at her lip again, arching enough to speed up the undressing process. It was hard to retaliate with him all the way down there and that towel really had no business staying where it was. Not anymore.

The second tug at his damp hair wasn't enough to hurt, but it certainly wasn't gentle either. Though it took some serious control, she managed a devious smile. If he didn't get the message, she'd smack him.

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A little while later...
[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-11 03:27 am UTC (link)
Post-game, Bailey lay next to Maddy, sweaty and breathing deeply as his inhales/exhales slowed back down to normal rates. His hair stood up at odd angles, having been pleasantly tugged until it refused to lie flat. His former outerwear lay in a heap on the floor, forgotten.

"Holy shit," he muttered eloquently, staring up at the bunk above as he tried to regain his hippie composure. He was at a bit of a loss for words, and when they finally came to him, he merely rolled over to face Maddy and didn't bother saying them at all.

Hey, Bailey mouthed silently with a happily tired smile. He placed a hand on her hip, running his thumb along her warm skin. He leaned over and planted a subdued kiss on her forehead, then lips, then lay his head down to rest on his arm facing her.

"So. I guess you won't be needing those blankets after all, huh?"

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28 Days Later, to be exact
[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-11 04:35 am UTC (link)
Maddy didn't always appreciate the hazy quiet that rolled in between all the layers of sweat and brushing fingertips. Sometimes it didn't fit at all, but with Bailey, there was no surprise that all the nonsensical pieces slid together smoothly. All their focus was on breathing, systems overloaded with sensations to the point of simple functions seeming laborious, and yet Maddy was neither looking for an exit strategy or waiting for his.

It was worth it, having her lungs ache with each breath, because, as Bailey had put it, holy shit. She'd closed her eyes, letting the satisfied slow dance of inhales play against her slick skin and bruised lips, somehow reforming goose bumps along all those paths Bailey had carved out along her body. One hand was raised just enough to toy with a few strands of his hair, but beyond that, Madison couldn't be bothered to move.

She did smile, though, looking at him with a blend of curiosity and appreciation. Then he brought his fingers back to her skin, leaned over with tender gestures and warm lips, and even feeling drained, Maddy managed to arch up and hum pleasantly through the leisurely kiss.

"Guess you don't need to play a board game, hm?" she teasingly countered.

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Re: 28 Days Later, to be exact
[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-11-11 05:04 am UTC (link)
Bailey fidgeted lazily with a lock of Maddy's hair, brushing it from her face. "There's always time for board games," he replied with a smirk, and gave her a gentle, playful poke in the stomach with his fingertips.

He shut his eyes and grinned, looking thoughtful.

"I probably could use another shower, though. Have you been down yet?"

Bailey reached out the hand his head had been resting on and laced his fingers with hers, his expression enigmatic.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-11-11 05:40 am UTC (link)
"Oh, whip out the Monopoly," she told him, laughing easily as her hand strayed from his hair, tracing over the vague impressions of nails on his skin. She studied the light scratches for a moment before returning her gaze to his, fingertips tracing tattoos on their own accord.

Bailey had a charming smile, that much Maddy was willing to admit to herself. She wet her lower lip, feeling that slight ache of swollen flesh properly attended to and left bruised as a result. It wasn't hard to muster up a smile of her own.

"I might need an escort," Maddy informed him, though it wasn't the truth. She'd been to the showers already. This just seemed more fun than asking if he was inviting her to the showers with him. "And you should probably employ the buddy system. Water conservation, remember?" Her smile worked its way up to a smirk. And why not? Bailey made for a good shower companion.

What, he knew how to lather up shampoo. Pervert.

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