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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 3:35:06 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Caught off guard by the whole thing, but not protesting, Bastian clawed at the wall behind him making sure nothing was there he could trip on and make a racket. Not saying a word, he merely turned Lauren around and shoved her into the wall roughly (but without a noise), continuing the kiss. They didn’t have any fucking time, ha ha ha get it? But who said there had to be sex between the two of them? They literally could perform the pleasure of sex with the clothes barrier still between them.
His hands trailed up her dress. “Fifteen minutes after getting a promotion and I’m doing something which could lose it already.” Bastian teased, searching the dark in front of him for her eyes. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 3:40:54 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren giggled slightly, which came out as more of a purr then a laugh. Her eyes met his in the dark, pressed up against the wall. The span of light coming from the bottom of the door made it so she could see his face. Pretty much, she was going weak in the knees. "A quicky never hurt 'no body," she repeated what she used to say so many times while in the Fuck Cubby with Bastian in high school. Another laugh vibrated in her throat as she ran her tongue over his, shoving her hands towards his pants and unbuckling them. No sex, sure. Didn't mean they couldn't get a little naked.
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 3:49:56 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His eyes rolled fondly, a small smile adorned his features, “I’m pretty sure saying we fucked in a government building is going to be a good story to tell Drew one day.” Hands lingered over Lauren’s sensitive parts, fingers brushing the areas, lips parted near hers daring Lauren to make a sound and alert others to their presence. Bastian’s forehead was pressed to hers, as his dress pants slithered down his legs allowing him to press his hips to hers; groins rubbing lightly.
“The only few people who get to say that is the President’s Cabinet.” |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 4:03:58 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Her hand smacked his away, scolding him with a bite to the lips. "We are never telling Drew about our sex, Bastian."
Instead of his hands on her, she moved hers over the parts of him that would make him squeal. The movements were slow and fast as she kissed him rougher, her hands moving from his length to his hair to run her fingers through it, then back again. I mean, he's the one who just became a high ranking government officer, he should be rewarded.
Lauren's dress slid up her hips and she wrapped a leg around Bastian's sliding it up until her middle areas were pressed into him, removing her hands.
( So much for no sex xD ) |
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 4:14:43 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian still had his boxers, Lauren her underwear, his body was pressing Lauren to the wall. “I say we have a five more minutes until they come searching for us.” Bastian estimated, not able to see the time at all. His lips pressing to her lightly swollen, lip stick painted lips, noses brushing lightly. His hands once again ran to her undergarments.
He had to bite back his own groans of pleasures, glancing back at the door. Nobody would be looking in here for them, janitors wouldn’t enter unless someone puked on the floor which would be an embarrassment and not happen, but still. His parents and Drew would be looking for him and Lauren after awhile.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 4:17:38 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren pulled his head back to face her, bright red nails pressing into his jaw as she pulled at his lips with her own. Breathily, "If you concentrate we can be done in three," she grinned, pulling him closer once more and feeling along his body for all his sweet spots.
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 4:29:52 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Having enough as she hit a spot just made him go absolutely crazy, Bastian had to be rid of the clothing barrier between the two; his arms going under her thighs and driving Lauren up a wall; using it as support as his hand roamed up her dress for the next few minutes; attacking her lips and neck (though Bastian wasn’t stupid and careful to not leave marks), teeth scraping lightly to give her the sensual pleasure as their middles touch. He felt her body slide up and down lightly, her arms on his back ad his glasses fogged with their breath between their faces in the dark closet.
“Two minutes.” He murmured, still holding her up with the wall; having to tilt his chin to kiss her again. Feeling the pleasure surge through his body with each grind.
{ you had to bring back the gifs. xD } |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 4:37:00 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren's held fell back as a small gasp left her parted lips, bouncing against the wall; each pound into her sending a wave of pleasure down into her toes. Her neck accepted Bastian's love bites as she pulled on his hair roughly, moving in sync with his movements in order make them both feel good at the same time. The grind of her hips on his grew faster and faster until finally she couldn't hold back anymore and her climax hit. She winced, her whole body shivering and keeping up the movement to help Bastian ride out his or keep it going until he met it. Her breath was more of a pant as loose strands of hair fell into her face from the process.
Literally, it had been three minutes. Yet they could both still get it on well.
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 4:46:08 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; A few seconds after he felt Lauren’s body shiver, Bastian felt his ragged breath turn to a silent moan and gasp, green eyes glancing at Lauren; using the wall still so one hand could slither up her back and under her arching neck; riding out for a few minutes trying not to claw too hard as he didn’t want to make any noises. Hand trailing down her back, he removed Lauren’s body from the wall turning so he could press his back to where he had been fucking his wife a second ago and sliding down the wall with her hugging his body. Eyes half closed, neck arching slightly. “One minute.” He breathed, emerald orbs opening just a sliver. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 4:53:00 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren leaned against him, her chest rising and falling against his. After catching her breath, a smile erupted on her face, moving it so she looked up at Bastian pushed up, back to the wall. "We still got it, babe," she laughed, rubbing her hips against his roughly and then moving away to tug down her dress and pull her thong into the right position. They'd had so much practice with quickies, this was no big deal. Her hair was a bit frazzled, and she assumed so was Bastian's attire; they would fix each other up before moving on out into the public again.
Her hand slid down his still naked bottom half, cupping his now horribly sensitive area with a light sneer. "We'll just have to finish up later," she growled playfully, bending down to help him get dressed.
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 5:04:34 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian leaned forward, moaning into Lauren’s skin. “Convince mom and dad to babysit Drew and you have a deal.” He muttered, working to fix his ruffled hair and flatten it out. Running his hands through Lauren’s own hair before tugging on his pants after she helped with his boxers.
He used the wall to slide up into standing position, pulling Lauren with him. Looking down, Bastian was straightening his tie while he knew Lauren just adored tucking in his shirt; he squeaked slightly at her hands running into his sensitive areas ‘on accident’ and trailing over his ass.
Pulling a strand of hair behind her head before wiping his glasses, “there.” Bastian smiled, ready to be dragged out in public again. Lauren was much better though at sneaking out and knowing when the coast was clear. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 5:08:36 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren let out a competitive purr. "You're on," she smiled, tugging down her dress one more time and stepping towards the door. When she reached it she pressed an ear to it, listening for any sounds outside in the hall. When there was dead silence, she cracked open the door and took a peak. No one was around, thankfully. She grabbed Bastian by the front of his pants and pulled him out into the hallway. When she turned to look back at him, her face erupted in laughter. Red smears of lipstick ran all over the edges of his mouth, making him look like he'd just motor boated a watermelon. Reaching up her hand, after closing the door behind them, she tried wiping it off with her thumb. "Congratulations, by the way," she grinned, her blue eyes lit with humor.
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 5:14:09 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; “I think the closet told me that, then again, if I didn’t get in you’d probably pity quickie me anyways.” Bastian joked, face scrunching as her fingers drew near. His own hands moving to tug up her dress in the chest area where his hands had moved it down slightly. Green eyes bright as finally looked presentable.
“Come on, before Drew has a panic attack with mom and dad’s bickering.” He tugged Lauren along to where they had last been, pulling his phone out to call them and find their location. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 28, 2014 5:18:26 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren laughed as Bastian dragged her along, her heels clipping into the floor as they re-entered the room they'd been in only minutes before. When they finally met up with her in-laws and daughter, Drew's head snapped up and she grinned. "Mommy, Daddy," she made grabbing motions with her hands. Lauren grabbed her from Mr. Skyes, settling her on her hip with a wince because Bastian had pressed just so fucking hard there that it was lingering.
"Sorry, important phone call," Lauren lied, but it was smooth, barley noticeable. "So, lunch?" she asked them all, smiling sweetly.
If only they knew how much of a ravenous monster she was in bed. (xD)
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2014 5:51:57 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Living out of country was odd, but it wasn’t much different. The neighborhood where they lived was nice and modern looking; however, Bastian learned that by walking around the city they lived near it wasn’t all nice. Some people lived in luxurious houses, and others in shitty houses, and there were many people on the streets looking and selling drugs.
Bastian wouldn’t admit it to Lauren that he was mildly afraid of walking around the city weaponless with only a translator, as he went and talked to a young American citizen woman in Jakarta who was dragged back home to Indonesia and being forced into marriage.
Needless to say, he was prepared for her father to come at him with a weapon of sorts at every turn as they went back to the U.S. Diplomacy building.
That reinforced his need to get a dog. Even though their house was in a suburban area, normal, and full of other Foreign Service Officers, Special Agents, and important Americans; he didn’t feel safe.
When he asked around, Bastian learned Jeff Schmidt’s police dog had puppies.
Bastian was keen on buying one, or adopting, with or without Lauren’s approval.
Though that night, a rare time where Bastian got back before dinner and even was able to help (by that it meant he made dinner, and smacked away Drew’s fingers when she wandered to the cookies or other sweets on the counter, even some of the ingredients); Bastian brought it up again. “Drew, wash up upstairs please.” He told her, the house wasn’t too large and there were differences. She wouldn't hear the conversation go down as her footsteps ceased pounding on the stairs.
One, it was a house: neighbors in their own separate building, yard, porch, garage, the whole deal. Two, it had three bedrooms, one for an office which had a simple empty desk with his work-provided laptop sitting on it after work under some papers he brings home every day.
“So, Lauren, have you considered the dog?” He asked casually. Not letting her in that in ten minutes he would walk onto the porch and Jeff would have the puppy to give him. A small smile on his lips as Bastian glanced over, shoving some more vegetables in the rice. |
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