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Tweak says, "Cry, little sister."

power_vacuum (power_vacuum) wrote in tensor,
@ 2011-03-25 01:20:00

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chase_stein, gert_yorkes, nsfw

Chase
Gert was pacing, and Old Lace was tucked away soundly in her head although she could feel her shifting and stirring. Even with her roommate gone, it would have been irresponsible to let her out. Gert couldn't keep things the emotions from funneling to her currently. Pacing was not something she did regularly. It was typically reserved for very complex homework assignments that required concentration. There could be something relaxing in the movement, but now she was just fidgeting and there was a terrible, horrible knot in her stomach.

Calm, cool and collected were out the window, and Gert was reduced to the sort of person that she didn't like. What the fuck was wrong with her and why couldn't she seem to stop it? Gert stopped and pressed her forehead against the wall, counting under her breath. That wasn't helping, either.

What the shit was going on? How the hell was it that whenever Chase Stein was in her life the whole world seemed to get shaken and strange? And how could she get that to stop?

Did she want it to stop? That thought made her start pacing again, muttering darkly to herself. "Stop it. This is ridiculous. You are not five years old. You can control yourself better than this. Fuck." There was a note of resignation rather than anger in the swear.

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_talkback_
2011-03-26 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Okay, conversation was ceasing. Because Chase was having trouble putting together words here. If she expected witty repartee when she was groping him, she was out of her mind.

It would have been a bad time for her roommate to show up. Even if Chase didn't expect more than a really hot and heavy make out session. Which he was fine with. It was a thing. Teenage boys were supposed to make moves, teenage girls were supposed to push them away and say wait. He'd done this a lot of times. Even actually succeeded in getting a homerun more than a few times. But Gert was always difficult. So he was expecting to get cut off any second now.

Don't move? Okay, even if he wanted to, Gert had no idea how hard (hard, hehe) it was to stand in this condition. Walking was completely the fuck out until he managed to calm down a little. He heaved out a breath, scrubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he tried to cool down.

It had almost worked until she took off her shirt. The glasses weren't really bothering him, but they could get in the way of the kissing part. But Gert had taken off her shirt. Which had his whole attention. Because yeah, boobs. Lots of boobs. Damn. "I was being a gentleman," he defended, out of reflex alone. "I can do that-"

Then Gert kissed him. Oh good, then back to making out it was. With no shirt even. Even better. Part of his brain was already protesting, the one that new Gert liked fucking with people's heads and playing mind games. And as much as he wanted to believe she wouldn't be this fucking cruel, he knew better.

That said, he enjoyed the kissing some more before pulling away. Panting a little and still keeping his hands in polite places, he looked at Gert. "Okay, if you're just messing with me to shut me down, warn me now, okay?"

Which sounded a lot more accusatory than he'd meant, but as much as he'd done the tug of war, it fucking sucked and he also didn't want go too far or anything else. She wasn't like other girls and took the weirdest shit personally. Also, if she shut him down, he had to leave so he could go vent. Also wasn't person, just blue balls hurt like a bitch.

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power_vacuum
2011-03-26 09:08 pm UTC (link)

"I know you were, but now I'm giving you an invitation to not be as much of a gentleman if you don't want to." Then Gert was kissing him again, hands back under his shirt, her fingertips just brushing over the skin in circles even as she twisted against him again.

When he pulled away, she frowned slightly but just watched him silently as he seemed to take a moment to gather himself back together before he asked his question.

Gert sucked her lower lip into her mouth, the metal scraping slightly against her teeth as she considered the question. There hadn't been an ulterior motive. Yes, she was capable and did enjoy playing mind games with people, but she wouldn't have employed that sort of tactic now because it wasn't fair. Gert hated when guys employed the phrase "cock tease" because it seemed to be overused, primarily to make girls feel bad about not engaging in sexual activity, but on the other hand, she also hated girls who would use this sort of situation to their advantage. Not that she suspected Chase would ever use that word for her or had even come over expecting sex. It also wasn't his fault that he was excited, and she wasn't purposefully winding him up just to send him away. So she didn't blame him for asking the question and took no offense to it, but she also wasn't sure of the answer because she hadn't ever drafted a plan for this ahead of time.

"I hadn't decided yet is a terrible answer, isn't it?"

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_talkback_
2011-03-26 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Okay, well invitation accepted. She was hot and not he was getting a much better view of how hot. Especially her boobs, which were big and sexy and the tattoos only drew his eyes there. Which he approved completely of.

Cock teasing was kind of part of making out. Chase knew this. He just didn't feel like playing that game with Gert, because she wasn't supposed to be like the other girls. Hell, he didn't want her to be like the other girls. He definitely hadn't come in here expecting this, let alone getting lucky. Not that he would complain if he did. Oh hell no. But he figured being honest was the best way to go.

And it was, since Gert was honest right back. "Nope, that works," he assured her, pulling her close for another kiss. Finally, he allowed his hands to roam, one sliding up her side to cup one of her breasts through her bra. Okay, that whole 'anything more than a handful is a waste' thing was totally bullshit. Big boobs rocked.

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power_vacuum
2011-03-26 11:21 pm UTC (link)

When it mattered, honest was the best policy. That not only applied to situations but also to people. Gert did not mind occasionally being dishonest with her parents because they had broken her trust a long time ago. Chase, despite some of the things they had done to each other over the years, had been truthful with her. They joked and teased and, well, squabbled, but when it came down to it, there was honesty. Gert appreciated and respected that.

Gert's breath caught in her throat when his hand slipped to her breast. She pulled away from him just enough that she could get a good look at his face and then she started kissing his neck. Running her lips and tongue over it but not biting or sucking. Nothing that would leave a mark.

Tracing up to his ear, she whispered, "I've decided that for every piece of clothing I remove, you get a honest answer to that stupid meme. I owe you one for the shirt. I’ve tried marijuana." It was silly, but it was a way to keep at least part of her mind focused enough to make sure she could keep everything in check if need be.

Then she made another attack on his mouth, her tongue sliding against his even as she ground her hips down a bit.

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_talkback_
2011-03-26 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Honesty definitely was the best policy. Especially in this case. Chase was definitely glad he'd been honest with Gert about...everything. It was definitely having better results than he expected.

Chase forced himself to look up and meet her eyes when she pulled away. Because his gaze had been firmly on her boobs then. Apparently, it was okay, because she started kissing his neck. Okay then.

His other hand moved to cover the other breast and Chase shuddered and let out a long, low groan as she teased his ear. For a moment he was all 'what fucking stupid meme?' but then he remembered and well, didn't really a give a damned. But since she was offering, he was all "Cool."

Really, there were nearly naked boobs here. His ability to speak and think were severely inhibited by the fact all the blood that should have been going to his brain was being rerouted to his dick and Gert was lucky to get one word responses from him.

He groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips against his, squeezing her breasts in reaction as he returned her kiss. So fucking turned on already.

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power_vacuum
2011-03-27 12:17 am UTC (link)

Gert wouldn't get mad at him for looking at her boobs. They were pretty noticeable even when she did have her shirt on. As she had mentioned to Chase when he started telling her that bubble boy had noticed them, it was a pretty rare occurrence when someone didn't notice them. Also she might need to thank bubble boy if she ever saw him.

The point of answering the stupid meme questions was to keep Old Lace from making a sudden, unwelcome appearance. Gert could care less if he really processed her comments. In fact she could probably admit to being purple, and he wouldn't bat an eyelash at the moment, which was fine with her. She liked him preoccupied and making those noises when she kissed him.

Gert pressed her breasts into his touch even as she scooted just a tiny bit back on his thighs. One of her hands was under his shirt, roaming across his chest and the other she settled on his erection and squeezed lightly through the layers of fabric.

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_talkback_
2011-03-27 02:03 am UTC (link)

Chase was considering thanking bubble boy, although he had no idea how. Saying 'Thanks for making me see how hot and awesome she is.' seemed pretty damned callous, considering. So he'd have to think of a subtler way.

Right now, Gert could tell him he was purple and he'd pretty much agree to it. His attention was entirely on making out, especially concentrating on the aforementioned big boobs. He was very, very preoccupied.

Especially when her hands started exploring. Chase squeezed her breasts again as he groped him through his pants, letting out another groan. Oh God please let that mean she was considering going a lot further than making out.

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power_vacuum
2011-03-27 02:44 am UTC (link)

It would have been a lie to say that she wasn't considering it, but she still hadn't managed to make a decision. Mostly because she kept getting distracted by the kissing and the touching. After another couple of moments, though, she pulled back from him and gently removed his hands from her breasts.

"Don't give me that face," she said preemptively as she reached for the hem of his shirt, tugged it off and then slid close to him again. "See. All better."

Norse god. Seriously. Gert then leaned down to kiss his shoulder, along his clavicle and then right under it. "Maybe a tattoo here." She continued working along his upper chest. "Or here." Her hands were resting low on his sides, fingers tracing slow circles over the flesh.

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