knightsoflegend | Valentine's Day }{ Open post

Her hand moves from moving the seat back to the side instead, because she's also going to lean it back all the way.

It's a small little car, after all. They need the room.

Hopefully this parking lot is deserted and dark or something at this point. Because she sure is going to keep kissing him. How do you feel about car sex, Andrew?

He feels...like he's never imagined he would have it. Especially not in a geek squad car that he rented for the night. But he's not complaining.

In fact, he manages to move finally and slips his hands over her hips, barely holding on but actually touching her as they keep on kissing. They still got a half hour before their reservation (because he was super nervous about this date okay??), but he's not even thinking about that. All he can think about is how out of his mind he is about this girl- and how fucking crazy it is that she seems to feel similarly.

Definitely no need to worry about how much time they have because Bo is clearly on a mission and is only mildly holding herself back (will save 14).

That noise he's hearing is her hands reaching between them and undoing his belt buckle, by the way.

She's serious about this car sex thing, clearly.

She's very serious about it. And he's serious about letting her be serious about it. His hands shift up slightly, pushing at the bottom of her shirt until his fingertips brush her skin.

"Shit shit shit" He mutters quietly against her mouth, because between those two sensations, he is just a bit overwhelmed. But he doesn't want her to think that he wants her to stop so he pushes forward to kiss her again, a tad more aggressively this time.

Edited 2014-04-19 04:03 (UTC)

Her own lips curl up into a grin as he practically whispers those swear words against her mouth, and once she's expertly flipped open his belt buckle, she's going for the button on her leather pants.

Because yes, Bo wears leather pants on Valentine's day.

She's also pleased by his reaction, all too happy to keep that kiss going, and she always likes it when he shows a little initiative. She rewards him with a little grind of her hips against his, somehow managing it even in the confines of the little car.

Instead of a whimper this time, Andrew groans as she presses down against him. She knows what she's doing and she's not afraid to just go for it. It's par tof what Andrew really likes about her, how she simply lives and says fuck all to the rest.

But really he's not thinking about that. He's mostly thinking about the way she's pressed up against him and moving like that over his lap, because wow. Breaking away, he pants a few breaths before fumbling with his speech.

"I brought- I mean, I just thought 'just in case...' Not that I assumed anything, but- Condom. Jesus I brought a condom. It's in my pocket." How he manages to be so nervous about this when she's the one that climbed into his lap in the first place? Anyone's guess. Actually- how he managed to get lucky enough for car sex is anyone's guess.

Edited 2014-04-26 06:20 (UTC)

Don't worry, Andrew. You're not supposed to be thinking about that right now, though the fact that he thinks that at all is A+.

"Mhmm," she practically purrs, while two fingers slip into his pocket of his pants, probably brushing against unmentionables that may or may not be nearby. "I'll save the one I brought for later, then."

Hey, he's not the only one who came prepared, okay? Sex is kind of her thing.

"Oh, Jesus-" He mutters as she's touching and talking and... Basically Andrew's just having internal keysmash moments through all of this. "I haven't- I mean I have before, but it's uhm... been awhile." And never in a car. But he figures that he doesn't need to explain that part.

"You worry too much. Now hush, I'll take care of it."

And take care of it she does, aw yus.

(Fade to Black Sex Rolls: Str 15, Dex 10 (seems legit bc car), Con 11 (they have a dinner reservation to make), Wis 16, Cha 20)

So here's a funny story. Andrew manages to make this look really, really attractive by the grace of god, but he takes longer than she does to get off, which is annoying. And he's clumsy as hell, so he might have slipped out and accidentally tried to knock on the back door...

(rolls... str 10, dex 3, fort 15, wis 11, cha 18???)

Hey, he could have stuck it in the back door and she...probably would have been okay with it. She's totally capable of pretty redic kinky, okay? It comes with the territory.

Basically him being into it makes it the best thing ever.

She shakes hair out of her face with a toss of her head before she leans in to give him a long slow kiss as he comes down.

Did that just happen? To him? Did Andrew just have sex in the car? IN A GEEK SQUAD CAR??

Best Valentine's Day ever.

"You're amazing." He says, still breathing heavily. "That was... yeah. No, sticking with amazing."

Here's hoping it doesn't result in him being too tired to take her out, now.

Also her will save was high enough not to hurt him, probably should have done that first oops.

"Amazing, huh? I'll take it." She murmurs as she says it against his mouth before she gently disengages herself, sliding back into her seat and adjusting her clothes. "Though we should probably get some food in you."

She's being overly cautious, just in case.

It's just the normal levels of surprise sex exhausted. Andrew's too amped up about this date to conk out after a quick round. Still, he is hungry and their reservations are still good! Andrew zips up and gives her a smile.

"Food, yeah. Guess you've sort of eaten, huh? Well, the sushi here is good anyway, if you want some." Out of the car and into the restaurant, Andrew leads the way, getting them in and seated at a table.

Her smiles is amused and crooked as she fixes her hair in the rearview mirror, because lol he's making succubus jokes, before she gets out of the car too, following him inside the restaurant.

Which is posh and very cool, btw.

She has a seat across from him, taking a look at the menu.

"Alright, Mr. Roboto, you're going to have to help me out here."

"Any thing you particularly don't like?" He looks the menu over as well before reaching over to hers to tap a section. "Anything over here is good, pretty mild too. I've never had it here but last time I had eel, it was good." He gives her a smile. "If you want, I can just order enough a few different things and you can see what you like best?"

"Nope. Picky eater is not in my vocabulary."

She's not sure about eel, but hell, she'll try anything once. Well, almost anything.

"I like this plan. You pick a bunch of your favorites and we'll make a buffet out of it."

With a nod, Andrew does just that, ordering six different things that he knows he would eat, making sure they're different enough to give her a range to choose from. There's also a list of drinks, including alcoholic ones if she's so inclined. Andrew sticks to soda for now.

"You look great." He says, then immediately ducks his head. "I know I said that already but it's still true." Even after hurried car sex, she still looks awesome. Bo, you are unreal.

She orders a glass of the house white wine. She's pretty sure she heard that white goes well with fish?

She grins at him, and it's anything but innocent. "So the sex hair is working for me, huh?"

Then again, she's a succubus. Sex hair is pretty much the only hairstyle she should ever have.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd say it's definitely working for you. Might just need to see that look on you more often." Apparently the whole encounter has made Andrew a little more confident, or at least a lot more comfortable with her. He manages to say that with a smoothness that he so rarely shows (cha 19).

Oh, ho ho~

"I like to think it's my best look. Maybe we'll have to mess it up a little more later."

You know. After dinner. Maybe not even in a car this time.

"Yeah?" He is grinning like an idiot right now. He's still completely lost on how he got so lucky, but he's not questioning it. Not tonight, at least. Tomorrow he can over analyze everything to death and let Ella smack him for it.

He's about to say something else, but the waiter comes back with their drinks and Andrew rattles off a list of different things for them to try. After he's done with that, Andrew takes a long drink of his soda and reaches over like he's going to hold her hand, but chickens out halfway through and just brushes his fingertips along the back of her hand.

"So, I was thinking. Uhm. I know we've only been on a couple of dates, but they've gone well and I'm just curious if you'd-" He clears his throat and takes a breath. Jesus Christ he's a grown man and he can't just say it. So he shuts his eyes and just pushes the words out in a rush. "WoulditbealrightifIcalledyoumygirlfriend?" Slowly, he opens one eye, peeking to see if he's run off... or started laughing.

Come on, Andrew, you can't expect her to keep an entirely straight face after that, do you?

Poor guy, it's like he turns into a twelve year old sometimes.

Shockingly, he opens his eyes and she's still there. She's trying not to laugh, really, but he makes it hard.

"I don't mind if you call me that, no."

He's really bad at this, okay? The fact that she puts up with his bumbling is one of the world's most mysterious mysteries.

When he opens his eyes and sees her still there, Andrew immediately sits up straighter, a little confused and also thrilled. "Really? Okay, yeah- That's great." He's still not great with words but at least he has a big dopey smile to show how he really feels.

She chuckles as she takes a sip of her newly arrived drink, shaking her head.

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, maybe you can relax a little."

Not that the round in the car shouldn't have done that a bit already.

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