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[ the door of the car closes with a light thudas he gets out. slips the sunglasses off his eyes & onto his head, nestled into his hair; he's dressed rather casually today, red dress-shirt with its top two buttons undone & the rest in a suit-like attire. seems to blend right into the crowd as soon as he enters the building, surrounded by people who live to sell their looks. ignores the gazes, entirely faithful to his purpose at present. he only stops once to ask for directions --

"Tell me. Where would Brianna be at this hour?"

& he saunters into the area, standing in the shadows as he watches the flashes of light caress brianna's form, appreciative. ]

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[ pauses to blink twice & holds off on his reply to slip a knee between hers, a hand taking its time undoing the fastenings of her jeans. another nip, another smile. ]

I won't make it difficult.

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No?

[ barely registered what he's saying, eyes sliding shut to bask in the feeling, light fingers now fumbling slowly with the buttons on his dress-shirt. ]

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[ the other hand, the one still free of a task, catches her fingers on his chest & pushes them closer to her body, away from his. meets her gaze while he undoes the rest of her pants, trapping it between his palm & her body. slides the jeans down her hips taking his time. enjoying it.

he then brings the fingers he had captured, turns them around so that he can press his lips against the nails of her index & middle finger. lets his voice go low & brushes his answer as a whisper against her skin. ]

No.

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[ feels a shiver run up her spine that she can't hold back, her head back against the door fully now, neck exposed. lets out a short puff of air and something of a groan, rolling her hips up once before settling back into neutral once more. ]

Hmm. M'a lucky girl, aren't I.

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[ chuckles at the sound, pleased & satisfied. latches his lips onto her neck without thought soon afterward, taking turns between licking & sucking though never hard enough to leave a mark. always light touches, teasing, attempting to drive her over the edge.

releases the pants so that they can fall away from the rest of her legs via gravity while those fingers take to kneading her outer thigh. ]

You are my princess.

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[ as soon as his lips are on her neck she bucks involuntarily, a natural reaction. holds back the moan by biting the bottom of her lip, eyes shut tightly, though they slide open to look at the ceiling.

feels her lips tug slightly at his words, caught between focusing on that and focusing on the feeling. shivers slightly at the hand at her thigh, wishing she could pull him closer, if it were at all possible. ]

Always?

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[ raises his face upwards to brush his nose against hers, hands and breathing all momentarily paused. ]

Always.

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[ fights the urge to say something else, instead tilting her head slightly to press her lips against his without hesitation, but it's brief as she pulls back enough to whisper: ]

I'm happy, then.

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[ whistling along with his music, headphones on and a finger scrolling through his ipod to come upon a different song as he wanders down the hallway of the second floor.

pauses in the sound passing between his lips, frowning momentarily when he tries to find a song. finally finds it and looks pleased enough to keep on walking, shoving it back into his pocket along the way down the stairs.

turns here, turns there; finally finds himself before the door, but stops in his tracks and stares at the scene before him. ]

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[ can't. even say anything. stares with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face, opening his mouth and closing it, though nothing comes out.

thinks he's just been scarred for life. ]

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[ while they pause she nuzzles her nose against his, attempting to push against him again, though her eyes wander over albert's shoulder and-- oh.

slowly grins and rolls her hips against albert again, lifting up to nibble on his ear, pausing in the action to finally whisper: ]

We've~ got company.

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[ hums, eyes slipping half-way closed as he finally allows himself to feel -- ]

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[ & pauses in mid-movement when he hears her words. releases a soft breath -- his form a sigh -- & schools his features while turning his head away from her to look over his shoulder. ]

Ah. Hello, baby brother.

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[ can't move. can't breathe. thinks he's going to have a heart attack of some sort.

does the fishy mouth-open, mouth-closed action, finally babbling out something incoherent until he says the first thing that comes to mind: ]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

[ ... even if he's quite aware of what they're doing already. ]

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Hm. It might be easier tell from the side. [ turns his head back around & puts his head on top of brianna's, light laughter of amusement shaking his shoulders. ]

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[ with a soft squeeze to her thigh before his hand detaches itself from her leg & up her shirt from behind to rest it above her back. rakes his fingernails downward, tracing the path of her spine.

into her scalp, he murmurs lowly, the next words only for her ears: ]

Moan for me.

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[ it's an automatic response to moan--deep and low, but loud enough for nathan to hear--not even needing to be told to do it.

can't stop herself from arching her back, pressing against him once more, wanting to feel him from head to toe. unfortunately the precarious position she's in allows her to only do so much, however it seems that her face is growing a bit warm throughout their exchange. ]

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[ can't tell if he wants to die or run out but the door is right there--makes a mental note to use his lysol on it later--and he twitches slightly at brianna's voice. okay, maybe he twitches more than slightly, almost too embarrassed to say anything, but... ]

C-CAN'T YOU DO THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE? GOD. I gotta go! Get outta the way!

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[ chuckles at them both, closing his eyes in conjunction with a strangely soft expression that settles across his face; an expression that neither can see. it fades as soon as it's come, however, & he wraps both arms around brianna's waist to pull her forward, flush up against him. a double purpose -- to lead her away from the door & to bring her closer.

leans his head down to her face, smirk in place & almost lip against lip as he speaks. ]

I believe the door is quite free for your use.

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[ & then he's kissing her, more firmly than he usually allows himself (not so early in this game), tongue darting out in the middle of the contact to trace her bottom lip even when his eyes flicker to the corner to keep track of any movements that may appear in his peripheral vision. ]

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[ something inside of him breaks. literally. maybe his brain, who knows. all he does know is that the door is free for use but it takes him a while to move, sort of doing a funny little crab walk while still deciding what to do.

this is when he scrambles towards the door, nearly slamming into it with his face, but grace is somewhat on his side as he's able to open it at the last minute. what does he do after that? runs, of course, not even bothering to close the door or look behind him. ]

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[ releases brianna's lips & turns his face away and into his shoulder as the chuckles begin, his well-practiced composure barely keeping his mirth under control. ]