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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
Mark didn't think she should be put off by what he was suggesting, but he was a little surprised when she wasn't. After all, she had shot him down every other time he'd come onto her.

"Excellent."

He didn't know if his charm had won out or if she'd consumed just enough alcohol to throw caution to the wind. At the moment, though, he really didn't care. She was, apparently, more than eager to spend a little time alone with him. Nothing else seemed to matter when compared to that little piece of information.

Everything else was all but forgotten when Chelle laced their fingers together and led him into one of the bedrooms. The head on his shoulders had ceased to function some time ago, and he was allowing the head between his legs to drive.

The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk when the door closed behind them, and he paused to flip the lock into place.

"Now... about that thank you..."

Since she had led him into this room, he was confident that she would not be pushing him away, and that showed when he pulled her close and brushed a kiss over her lips.

To be honest, Chelle couldn't tell you why she was suddenly receptive, either. She only knew that the kind of thank you Mark was suggesting sounded rather appealing at the moment.

"Thank you," she murmured just as their lips touched. She hummed softly at his flavor as she deepened the kiss slightly. Chelle could taste the alcohol on Mark's lips, mingled with his own flavor and in her current buzzed state, she thought it was a nice flavor. Definitely something she wanted more of.

Her body pressed lightly against his as her free arm slipped around his neck, her fingers playing idly with the hair on the back of his neck as her lips moved against his. She'd be lying if she claimed she hadn't thought about what this would be like before now and actually experiencing this - kissing Mark - wasn't remotely a disappointment.

His smirk faltered when their lips came together, but it returned when she began to hum softly.

Somehow, he'd known it would be like this... known that she would be responsive. Instantly, he found himself wondering how she would react to other things. Maybe he would soon find out.

Mark pushed a set of his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss. Her flavor was quite nice, and something of a hum built in his own chest. He hoped they could keep this up for a little while.

A shiver ran down his spine when her fingers began to play with the hair at the back of his neck, and he groaned softly. His free hand moved to her hip, and he pulled her closer as he backed toward the bed.

Might as well get comfortable, right?

A pleasant warmth flooded through her as the kiss deepened. Kissing Mark was more than a little nice. She found herself responding easily as he pulled her closer and when he started to back further into the room, she couldn't think of a single reason to protest.

She continued to hum against his lips and she marveled at the way her body seemed to mold around his. "Mmmm, Mark," she hummed as his hand pulled at her hip. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd made out with a guy before, but it felt somehow better at the moment than it ever had before.

"You taste good," she murmured as she nipped and sucked lightly at his lower lip.

Encouraged by the way she was responding, he deepened the kiss. His hold on her tightened as his lips began to pull a little more diligently at each of hers. With another girl, he might have taken things a little slower, but this one didn't seem remotely put off by their current pace.

Their progress was slow, but they eventually reached the bed. Rather than urging her down onto the mattress, he sat and pulled her into his lap.

His fingers slipped from her hair and trailed down the side of her neck. This was easily the best idea he'd had in a very long time.

"So sexy," he breathed as he pulled at her.