If the Old Man had ignored everything up until this point, then this was, for sure and certain, going to be the moment where he pulled back the curtain and threw down like He hadn't since that crap in Persia. Gabriel was at that wonderful point of not giving three shits. He'd throw his arms up and ask for five more minutes and he'd rot in a cage for a few thousand years like Lucifer.
Also, clothes were getting in the way and he'd delayed that particular part of this exercise long enough. He moved his hands, underneath her tanktop, running fingers over her ribs like he was tickling the ivories of a piano. Jinx was just thin enough that he could practically feel every little spot where muscle and bone met flesh. He paused, breaking away from kissing her just to give her the smallest of pouts. Sports bras- the enemy to quickies everywhere. The pouting turned into playful kissing, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, kissing her jawline, her ears, burying his face in her hair with a soft moan of pleasure as she started grinding. Breathlessly, he buried his face in her neck, half-nuzzling, half-nipping playfully, while he he avoided he pathetic fiddling with her clothes by just getting close enough to those sensitive areas to be a tease. She'd have to get desperate enough to fix this one herself.]
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Date: 2011-02-25 01:10 am (UTC)If the Old Man had ignored everything up until this point, then this was, for sure and certain, going to be the moment where he pulled back the curtain and threw down like He hadn't since that crap in Persia. Gabriel was at that wonderful point of not giving three shits. He'd throw his arms up and ask for five more minutes and he'd rot in a cage for a few thousand years like Lucifer.
Also, clothes were getting in the way and he'd delayed that particular part of this exercise long enough. He moved his hands, underneath her tanktop, running fingers over her ribs like he was tickling the ivories of a piano. Jinx was just thin enough that he could practically feel every little spot where muscle and bone met flesh. He paused, breaking away from kissing her just to give her the smallest of pouts. Sports bras- the enemy to quickies everywhere. The pouting turned into playful kissing, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, kissing her jawline, her ears, burying his face in her hair with a soft moan of pleasure as she started grinding. Breathlessly, he buried his face in her neck, half-nuzzling, half-nipping playfully, while he he avoided he pathetic fiddling with her clothes by just getting close enough to those sensitive areas to be a tease. She'd have to get desperate enough to fix this one herself.]