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PEPPER P. (saltedand) wrote in rooms,

[She thinks about correcting him. About Cubism, and the art hanging in the board-room downstairs and then the art is forgotten. Her balance is off (one high heeled shoe abandoned on the floor beneath the work-stool) and she kicks off the other one as well because it's easier. The kiss is brief enough that when the next comes, her fingers are tangled hard in the hair at the back of his neck and she kisses him the way she thought about it all the times before, impatient and hasty, licking into his mouth and tasting.

Her stomach muscles leap involuntarily at the first palm that skids over bare skin beneath the now-filthy shirt, and her fingers tighten on the back of his neck. She's forgotten Cubism. She's forgotten the MOMA, her hips are nudged back against the workbench and she lifts her knee to nudge the outside of his thigh to pull him closer. The skirt is protesting but it's already covered in grease.]