MCA #10 - Evening

[light_a_spark]

There was a lack of overenthusiastic kittens to greet Roy as he pushed the door to Aly's apartment open. There was a definite lack of kittens and Aly in the living room too.

"Did you leave without saying goodbye?" Roy asked, following the sounds coming from the bedroom.

((For the Aly.))

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"You're not naked," Aly said, pulling back to look at him very seriously.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He watched the sarong slide down, too distracted to respond right away. "You are," he smirked at her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

A smile crossed her face, and Aly couldn't really argue with that. "That's never a bad thing." She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders. "Now what?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"You're letting me decide?" he asked teasingly, running his hands down her body. He didn't seem able to tear his eyes away from her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"This time I am," she smirked, giving him a grin. "Think you can handle it?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Guess we'll find out," he reached for her hand to pull her on the bed with him.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly laughed, letting herself be tugged down with him. "Get naked, boyo."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I thought I was deciding?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Just giving you options," Aly said immediately, wrapping her legs up around his waist.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"More like you're trying to guide me," he argued, rolling them so she was on her back.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She moved under him, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. "Would I do that?"

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh." That was mean, but he could be mean too and he trailed his hands up her sides and to her arms, fingers curling around her wrists. "You would," he agreed as he made her stretch her arms out above her head.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Her breath caught, and she held his eyes as she stretched her arms out, still moving against him slowly. "I might."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

His body automatically responded, his hips moving back into hers. "You would," he whispered, holding her eyes as he slowly let go of her wrists, trailing along the inside of her arms. "Grab the headboard," he whispered.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Running with this, are you?" she murmured, tilting an eyebrow at him but doing what he asked.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," he said sweetly, but she should have seen that coming. His hands stroked down her neck and he leaned down for a soft kiss.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

The kiss was anything but soft as soon as Aly joined it. She deepened the kiss instantly, wanting to explore every bit of his mouth.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He didn't let her and pulled back quickly, rolling to his side beside her. "Save some for later," he whispered teasingly, his lips deliberately brushing her ear as he slowly trailed his hand down her body.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"There's always some for later," Aly murmured, her eyes closing at the touch for just a second before she widened them again, fastening her gaze on him.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"That's good to know," he said cheerfully, pretending he didn't know her meaning. He shifted, sliding his leg under hers and he took his time to lazily draw circles around her belly button. Apparently he was planning for a very long evening.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She reached up to touch his cheek. "You look like you're having fun there."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He caught her hand before she could and guided it back to the headboard. "Are you saying you're not? Maybe I should speed things up then," he mused.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly laughed, twisting her hand around his to brush her fingers over his palm before she let him place her hand back on the headboard. "Never said I wasn't."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

She was cheating, but he didn't complain. "So I can take it slow then?" he asked, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. "Make you beg."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Couldn't make me beg," she challenged, her head tilting to give him more room for the kissing. "But you can take it slow."