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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“You don’t have to say,” Melinda whispered, drawing in a deep breath because this was all overwhelming in the best possible way. “But you can show me if you want.” If there was one thing she had learned about Oliver in the past weeks it was though he was direct when he spoke, his actions often expressed more than his words did. That was a new thing for Melinda to get used to, but she was pretty sure that she was beginning to understand the way it worked. After all, she wasn’t one to usually put words to her feelings either, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t happy or excited.

“I’m not perfect,” she grinned back, her heart soaring with from the simple fact that her practicality shining through in an intimate moment like this hadn’t turned him off her. “I just didn’t want something as insignificant as a lacking condom be what made us stop,” she chuckled into the kiss, a chuckle that soon turned into a low, longing moan.

Finding the button and zipper of his trousers was easy enough, and the button was also relatively easy to get undone, but that was where the ease of it all ended. “Stand up,” Melinda murmured into the kiss, deepening it to have Oliver follow as she scooted out of his lap and stood up. She guided his hands to her back so he could undo her bra while she worked on his trousers. Once they were undone, she slid her hands down his sides, under the waist band, pushing down both his trousers and underwear down, revelling in the feel of his warm skin under her fingers. “I want you, Oliver,” she murmured against his lips as her fingers trailed up along his hard length.