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[ She opens the bottle and pours them both a glass, turning back to him in time to see him looking at her tapes. She takes a sip from her glass as she hands off his. ]

Want me to put some music on?

[ She's got a lot of mixtapes she's made. ]

[Movement brings his attention back to Karen. He takes the glass.]

Yeah.

[The whiskey is smooth with a bite. Fitting for her in every way.]

[ She takes another sip from her glass before walking over to where her tapes were. She sets the glass down to lift them up one by one, reading the side labels before finding one she liked. She goes over to her stereo and take out the tape already in there and puts the new one in.

She adjusts the volume before the music starts and then heads back over to her drink. ]

[There are quite a few to choose from and not all of them have jewel cases with recognizable artists. So he is interested to see what her selection will be. The steady grinding guitar with iconic rock vocals. It makes him smile.]

So you do know how to cut loose.

[He takes another drink.]

I thought inviting you back to my room was evidence enough of that.

[ She says before taking another sip of her own whiskey and then sets it down again before settling herself on his lap, straddling him before she's leaning in for another kiss. ]

[Frank's head tilts to one side looking up at her. Light catches hair in the prettiest way. When they kiss he really gets a full blown flavor of that whiskey.]

Some might accuse you of having a lapse of judgement.

[A joke, really he cups the back of her head and pulls her in for another kiss.]

[ She returns the next kiss, almost laughing into it. It's only after they part that she starts grinding down onto his lap some, ]

Pretty sure it's the other way around...

[A low, rumbling moan is pulled from him and he doesn't hesitate to grind right back and hold on to her hip. Maybe she can hear him from under the music. Maybe she can't. Frank doesn't mind.]

Nah. When I go with my gut... it never steers me wrong.

[Like asking a girl who insults him out to dinner. Frank cups the back of her head, fingers threading through her long, soft hair. He lightly sucks on her bottom lip.]

[ Oh, she heard him. It's what has her grinning down at him. She keeps up the grinding, resting her forehead against his after he lets go of her lip. ]

Is that what you did? Go with your gut? That led you here and not...

[ She grinds down on him a little harder, letting out her own moan because she's already wanting more than this friction. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if they conspired together.

[He has a gravel rough laugh for her as she guides them through another round. His fingers slip down to the outside of her thighs to smooth to her ass. There he holds onto her to press and grind up with just a few layers between them. It's a natural progression to slip his hands up into the back waistline of her jeans. Of course they're form fitting and tight with barely enough room for him to inch his fingers down to feel more skin.]

[ There are a few breathy sounds as he grinds up into her like that, her forehead pressed against his and eyes closed as she savors the sensation, like a prelude of what's to come. She can feel his fingers trying to slip into her jeans and it makes her grin, knowing he isn't going to have much luck. ]

You want me to take them off?

[He tries to stifle his own breathing just to be able to hear her better. Oh damn. The stiffness in his jeans will give her plenty to work with.]

Oh yeah.

[A chuckle because jeez that will get em going.]

[ She laughs softly before leaving his lap and shaking her hair back from her face and behind her shoulders. She undoes her jeans and shoves them off in front of him. Not pulling her panties off but they were pulled lower on her hips. Grinning at him as the next song came on, she pulls her shirt off too, leaving her bra on for the moment. ]

Now you, tough guy.

[ She steps out of her jeans and leaves the clothes on the floor before moving close enough to tug at his shirt. ]

[He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her and scoots forward enough to help pull down her jeans, fingertips grazing her legs.]

Show and tell huh?

[Stupid, stupid joke he stands up and unbuttons. The zipper doesn't give him any trouble but the fit is really not as comfortable as it was when he was flaccid. Once the denim is off his hips he's tenting in his boxers. Frank kicks them off to pull off his shirt.]

Mostly show.

[ She hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers as she waits for him to remove his shirt. Once it's gone, she's grinning and leaning in to kiss his chest. Not the most muscled but he looks damn good to her. ]

[Both of his hands smooth over her hips and up her back as she comes on closer. Frank sighs and pushes back her hair though some still falls forward to slip over his skin. He's filling out well enough. A few more weeks of training and then boot camp for what they expect of him to be in fighting shape. Karen on the other hand is soft and lean. Fucking beautiful. His fingers now can freely slip back down, down to the back waistband of her panties and there's a good amount of ass to hold. And he starts to peel them away in kind.]

[ She spreads more kisses on his skin, lips brushing here and there, her fingers moving up to splay against his stomach. She feels his hands on her rear and pushes back into them, encouraging more touching. Wanting more.

She starts dragging her teeth along his collarbone, nipping and licking her way to his neck. ]

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[A shiver rolls up from his belly. Frank is remarkably careful in his urgency to remove the delicate garment, enjoying the contrast of it to her thigh. His other hand now can move to the front up between her legs.]

Fuck, Karen.

[Soft, sweet and Christ does he want her to keep kissing all over but wants her mouth again. The struggle.]

[ One hand goes down to grab his wrist when she feels him touch her sex, her moan almost a whimper. She's already wet and her cheeks flush but doesn't push his hand away. She pushes herself against it. Her other hand goes back up to his hair, dragging her mouth against his jaw. ]

Are you gonna fuck me?

[The sound makes him warmly chuckle and he works his pointer and middle finger through the wet, velvety folds of her body. Frank is the one that's moaning now. He had every design to be respectful at the start of the night, to call it a night after they had their nightcap or whatever.

Except then she had to be so irresistible.]

Lemme--lemme make sure I got a condom.

[Which he can do with one hand because fuck if he's going to quit touching her. Fumbling for his jeans now for his wallet.]

[ There's a mixture of a moan and giggle at that, her teeth grazing along his jaw before she's kissing him again. She works her hips to ride his fingers as they continue to stand. Little sounds go into the kiss because it really has been way too long since she's been with a guy and Frank was pretty much the best one she's encountered so far.

It was damn shame he was going into the Marines. But she was going to enjoy tonight while she could. A first and last hurrah. ]

[Already his heart was singing, now it's an all out opera when he finally finds the condom.]

Bed?

[Both fingers keep working, now that he's confident that they can go further. No need to put all his skills into just foreplay.]

Not that I'm picky.

[Frank leans on in and kisses her shoulder, her collar bone and gives a liberal lick before pulling back to has to get hands off for the vital second to get the condom on no matter what or where. In his head, everything is roses. This is the start of something beautiful.]

[ She gives another heavy moan as she rocks on the fingers some more, ]

Bed.

[ And then she gently gives him a playful shove. ]

Get naked, pretty boy.

[ She says as she pushes her panties off completely and then her bra before getting on the bed on her back, legs spread and teasing her nipples as she waited for him. She hadn't even noticed the next song was already on. ]

[Frank lifts his chin and gives her a smirk, pure satisfaction knowing that she's getting off on this.]

Done and done.

[She...really likes Meatloaf. The expression on his face stays as light and buoyant floating on their mutual attraction. Frank kicks away all the rest of what he's wearing. Most of it was coming off anyway. Fuck.]

Hey.

[The little lick to his bottom lip isn't an exaggeration or orchestrated motion. She literally makes his mouth water. Frank crawls above her, he can prop his weight on one hand so that he can help rub her pretty, rose red nipple. The condom is lubricated and the tip slips to rub against her clit and open pussy.]

[ There's a grin as he crawls over her and then an intake of breath as she feels him between her legs, pressing against her clit and then touching her nipple. Looking up into his eyes, ]

Hey.

[ Her hands go to his ass and she spreads her legs wider for him as she arched into his hand, ]

Show me what you're made of...

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