light_a_spark | MCA #10

"So you had plans to seduce me?" he teased, watching her expectantly as the whole bra removal didn't go nearly as fast as he would have liked.

Aly was grinning as she let the bra drop to the floor, and she reached to pull one of the little jackets out of her closet, turning carefully so just enough was visible. "Maybe I had plans to jump you."

He was way too pleased at how good she was at teasing him and he stretched on the bed to get to see just that much more. "So why didn't you?"

Her reply waited until she'd shrugged into the jacket, pulling it over her shoulders, but not bothering to do up the front yet. "Maybe I changed my mind," she pointed out, turning to him with an eyebrow raised.

Maybe a little too good at teasing him as she looked tantalising. The line of skin she was revealing was just enough to make him want more. "Are you off me?" he asked.

"Obviously," Aly replied, smirking. "I'm all the way over here."

"Shame," he sighed. "We could have so much fun over here."

Her fingers traced up the edge of her jacket, just barely brushing her bare skin. "I thought you just wanted me to wear it for you," she murmured, eyes dark as she watched him.

His attention was focussed on her fingers, his mind clearly already imagining what it would be like to touch that patch of skin. "I'm greedy," he told her, his voice low. "Give me one thing and I'll want more."

"That doesn't surprise me at all," she murmured, smiling at the look in his eyes. "Maybe you should come here then."

He debated the pros and cons for a moment, but there was decidedly too much thought and not action about the whole thing and she looked good. Really, really good.

Ignoring Dee's protests, he got up from the bed and moved towards Aly. He didn't reach out to touch her yet and he pulled his gaze away from her chest to meet her eyes. "I'm here."

Aly grinned, holding his eyes. "So you approve of the outfit then?"

"Weren't we just trying to figure out why I seem to like all your outfits?" he teased. Unable to keep not touching her, he reached out to brush his finger down the exposed skin of her stomach.

"I thought you might have figured out why by now," she smirked.

He grinned and ducked his head a little, but didn't try to kiss her. "You do seem to have a way of getting my attention," he agreed, trailing his finger higher.

She caught her breath, wanting more touching. "I'm content with that."

"Only content?" It was his turn to tease and he brushed a finger under the jacket, following the line of her collarbone.

"Maybe more," she agreed, taking a step closer to Roy.

"Maybe?" he raised an eyebrow and purposely brushed his finger lower down her chest.

"More," she murmured, breath catching again, and this time her hand lifted to slide up his back.

"Is that a request?" he teased, his fingers sliding down her stomach to just above the sarong as he stepped into her.

"Something like that," she whispered, eyes alight with mischief as she looked up at him.

"Mmmmmmmm," he grinned and slid both hands under her jacket, sliding over the belly. "I'll see what I can do."

She chuckled and leaned up to kiss him softly. "Maybe I'll try too."

"You're saying 'maybe' a lot," he pointed out, brushing his lips over hers. His fingers curled against her sides and then slowly slid higher.

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