From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 01:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

Stas was still in the jeans and t-shirt he wore earlier in the day. He brushed his teeth quickly and headed downstairs, taking two steps at a time.

This was probably going to turn out badly. He was already straying from Sunny three days into their relationship. He figured it this way though, Sunny didn't want him kissing her friends. Erica definitely wasn't one of Sunny's friends. Plus, Sunny was not going to let him get too familiar; she barely let him kiss her sometimes. Erica could certainly fulfill his desire for physical intimacy.

He met her just outside and smirked lazily at her. "Did you forget your pants?"

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)		(Link)

"No, I did not forget my pants," Erica replied, rolling her eyes at him, a little smirk of her own crossing her lips as he approached. "I was all ready for bed myself when you coerced me out into the night, so I just threw on a sweater," she informed him matter-of-factly, plucking a little at her hoodie as if to drive her point home.

Without waiting for talking it out and making slow decisions, the dark-haired girl began to walk slowly away from Lalaurie, giving him a glance over her shoulder. "Coming?"

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I see," he replied, eyebrow quirking in approval. He leaned down momentarily to read what they said. "I do not remember your cookies as tough," he teased barely resisting the urge to reach out and cup her ass.

"Not yet." He followed with a smarmy swagger, clearly checking out her behind as she strolled ahead. "I did not get such a clear view during homecoming. Well done."

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 01:50 am (UTC)		(Link)

She laughed at that, eyes rolling again. He was such a flirt, and she supposed that she liked it that way. It kept things fun and carefree if nothing else. "Get your look while you can then," she called back to him, glancing over her shoulder again, and still grinning at him. She had no shame in flaunting what she had to offer; that much was clear. She knew it just as well as Stas did.

Erica arched her back just slightly, giving her hips just a little extra sway as she walked, letting him stay behind as he pleased. If he got all worked up from checking out her ass, it just saved her a bit of work later.

"Don't ruin your jeans or anything back there," she warned him playfully. "You wouldn't want to waste my time."

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

"And I will enjoy every moment of it," he said appreciatively as she wiggled her ass at him. He liked the fact that Erica was both playful and straightforward.

"I will try to resist the urge to let my passions get the better of me. I can promise just the same that I will not waste your time."

He wasn't sure where she was taking them, but he was happy to follow down the path. He moved up to her side, reaching out his hand to brush over her hip. A mostly harmless gesture, but one that indicated the direction he intended to move toward.

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)		(Link)

She smiled slowly as he saddled up beside her, the hand grazing against her with equal slowness. He was a tease, and her look told him so, as she reached out to gently swat at him. "So impatient," she joked, squinting her eyes a bit as she looked ahead of them. The spot she had in mind wasn't too far away, and the coast looked clear to her from here.

"I hope you meant what you said earlier about being daring," she said, looking to him seriously. "Because you're going to be very disappointed with my idea if you're all talk."

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I can wait," he said pulling his hands back in a grand gesture with the barest smirk that said he most certainly couldn't. He'd have his hands on her again before long.

Then he beamed at her. "You have an idea?" he asked positively intrigued. "I do not think you could disappoint me," he added.

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I know, right?" she practically beamed, grinning at him. "My head is for more than just looking pretty, I'm actually a good schemer on top of that," she informed Stas, followed by her tongue sticking out, and then withdrawing a little slower than necessary, her dark eyes always on him.

It wasn't until they were nearly at the edge of the quodpot field, that she turned away from him, her eyes on the expanse of open grass ahead of them. It was dark, no Friday night lights this evening, but she knew her way just the same. Her hand reached out, clumsily grabbing his, as she began to yank him more hurriedly toward the gate into the field.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Both hot as hell and a crafty schemer. Erica Redd, you are my kind of girl." He grinned at her as if it was his fault for not figuring that out until now.

He let her pull him toward the gate and he let his smirk spread. He tried it, but the gate was locked. Probably to prevent just this sort of thing. "Forgot my wand," he said, though the little thrust of his hips indicated that that particular wand didn't matter much to him. "We shall have to scale the fence."

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:03 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Scale the fence?" Erica echoed, looking to him, and then back to their obstacle. It wasn't that high, just barely above her chin in height, and she wasn't short on athleticism but it was still going to be a challenge in her shorts. Deciding that there was indeed no other way around it, the dark-haired girl fixed her face with an expression of determination.

She reached out, hands gripping the chain-link, and one sneakered foot propping up against it. "Give me a boost," she instructed him, arching her ass a little closer to him than probably necessary, brushing slightly against his denim-clad thigh. "And don't peek," she added, smirking.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)		(Link)

"It is not so high," he shrugged. He was tall enough to just pop over with a little hitch up and a half stride.

He took a step forward and placed his hands firmly on the backs of her thighs, just so that his fingers brushed the bottom of her delightfully short shorts. He crooked his knees down to give her a proper boost and pushed, his eyes firmly fixated on her bottom. "I need to look lest I push you off to the side. I need my sight to aim."

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Excuses, excuses," Erica replied quietly, concentrating on her footing as he gave her a proper lift up. Once she had the leverage, she managed to hook her leg over, and made a little jump, landing a little clumsily on the other side of the fence. Her sneakers had skidded a bit on the grass, but she caught herself before any falling could occur.

"Thanks," she said simply, a little warmer than her usual sarcastic tone, before she began to stride into the field, knowing he'd catch up when he was ready. Her hips were moving again, her true thank you for him.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:44 am (UTC)		(Link)

He was up and over the fence quicker than she was, but it was entirely due to his height and not his athletic prowess. "Can you blame me?"

He followed her little strut across the field and took his time catching up to her. With a show this delightful he didn't want to walk next to her. "You have practiced this walk," he commented cheerfully. "If you continue to improve on it I can guarantee that men will follow you around for the rest of your life."

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Hours of practice," Erica assured him, turning as she walked, so that she was now walking backwards, facing him with a grin on her lips. "Just like practicing flight, or making a perfect pass.. Redd shoots, she scores!" she mused, feeling a shiver pass over her.

It still felt like the game had just been yesterday, and her first real victory was still fresh in her mind. She wanted to be on the field for that reason. She needed to relive it, keep the electricity in her veins. When they reached the middle of the field, she stopped walking, looking around them, and glad to see that the coast was still clear. It was late, and on a Sunday of all nights. If all went well, they would be fine.

"Come to me," she half offered, half demanded, as she stood on the center line, and extended her arms to him.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 03:57 am (UTC)		(Link)

"With that little shimmy Redd most certainly will score," he shot back with a big grin.

He didn't follow quodpot or take much interest in any of the extracurriculars beyond photography (and that was mostly only so he could use the dark room). He knew Erica played and he had heard the loud celebrations in Lalaurie after the game (and then listened to Sunny describe Beauregard's defeat in detail). "Did you make any shots yesterday?" he asked as he moved toward her.

As he slipped into her arms he whispered a bit more seductively. "Did you score?"

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I made all kinds of shots, I only missed out once," Erica replied slowly, a smile creeping onto her lips, as she leaned more readily against his chest, his whisper brushing her ear. "I always try so hard to score. I always say, play to win or don't play at all. I'm never gunna leave a game without at least trying to score.. something, at least," she whispered back.

There was no hesitation in her movements, her hands were in working into the scarce space between their bodies, moving like a flash and barely fumbling with the button on the top of his jeans.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I do not see you missing any shots tonight," he commented before sliding his tongue up along the shell of her ear. "You do not have to try so hard with me, though I think you know that." He nipped her earlobe and rolled his hands down her back so that his thumbs could rest at the waistband of her little pink shorts.

He wasn't as quick in his movements. He liked to linger in the tension, to let the desire build until it was nearly frenzied. He pressed a sucking kiss just below her ear and moved it down her neck.

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)		(Link)

"It'll be nice to play two perfect games in a row," Erica commented absently, her head tipping back slightly, and her eyes closing as his lips moved over her ear, down her neck. It drew little shivers out of her, biting just slightly at her lower lip as he rested his hands onto her hips. It was almost a little torturous. When Erica got worked up, her patience always began to dwindle.

She worked past the button, unzippering his fly without even looking down, before moving hands up to work further into his jeans, edging them down his hips.

	From: anastas	Date: October 18th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)		(Link)

He grinned into the flesh just below her jaw. "I would say you have the ball right on the goal line." He let his fingers dip into her shorts, squeezing her through her panties.

She was in a hurry tonight. "Anxious?" As much as he liked to linger and enjoy the moment he wasn't going to deny her. One hand moved in her shorts to the front of her body and slid into her underpants.

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 18th, 2010 04:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Not anxious," Erica replied. "We do have classes in the morning though, we can't spend the whole night out here, as much as I may make you want to," she murmured, a little gasp escaping her as his hand slid into her shorts, making her body arch a little in response.

"Don't you have quickies in Russia?" she joked, trying to regain her concentration on the task at hand. He was so distracting, and who could blame her? Her hands were still working in his jeans, edging them down still, letting her hand absently graze against him through his underwear, teasing him more than a little deliberately. "My, it looks like you really do think I have a great ass, don't you?" she muttered, her hips moving gently against his hand, as she moved her own hand back to rub against him again, firmer this time.