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Tweak says, "There is no such noun as fail"

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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2011-04-01 04:20 am UTC (link)

Yeah, Gert wasn't as tall as Chase either. For him to lay out comfortably, especially with a half naked girl on top of him, required a bit of maneuvering. The fact that she followed him so willingly, not breaking the kiss, was extremely encouraging.

Oh yeah. Chase groaned as she groped him through his jeans, dragging her up higher on his chest to kiss her again when she agreed. "Then take me," he encouraged in a rough whisper, reaching down to unzip his jeans so she could get at his hard on. He was pretty much game from the second they kissed, but Gert had that whole control freak thing going, and so letting her set the pace was probably the best way to go. Chase didn't have a preference, he got off in the end whether he was on top and in control or the girl was. So no worries there.

His ran his hands up her arms and down her bare shoulders, shuddering at the feel of her soft pale skin. Arching his back a little, pulled Gert closer so he could tease the skin under her tattoos one at a time with his tongue. He kind wanted to go right back to playing with her boobs, but that might distract her from getting them out of the rest of their clothes too much. Which he definitely did not want.

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power_vacuum
2011-04-01 05:12 am UTC (link)

Gert had always been a little bit overly concerned with being in control. The manifestation of her power had simply worked to drive the point home and make it all the more necessary. Otherwise people on campus would have been avoiding her because of the physical reaction from Old Lace rather than her scathing comments.

Not that she was thinking about that. At the moment she really wasn't thinking about too much of anything other than touching and kissing Chase.

That note in his voice, the strangeness of it, and the meaning of the words sent a pleasant little thrill down her spine. As they kissed, she slipped her hand into his unzipped jeans and past the elastic of his underwear to brush her fingers along his shaft.

When he kissed the skin under her tattoos, Gert moaned and closed her eyes, her fingers tightening gently around him. She could let him kiss her like that all night, but as much fun as it was, there were other avenues to explore.

"Stay," she stated slightly breathless as she shook a finger at him and pulled away from his wonderful lips and hands. Then with only slightly shaky hands, she divested him of his pants and briefs.

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