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.