Monet and Kurt, Friday
Mar. 27th, 2009 10:59 pmWhen she gets back, Monet goes looking for Kurt for distraction. It... doesn't quite go to plan.
Monet smiled at Kurt, glad to be back and off the plane. She kissed him and ran a hand down his chest. "Come on. I've had a shitty couple of days," she said, tugging him toward the bedroom.
He most certainly wasn't resisting, his tail coming up to curl around her wrist as they moved towards the door, and he stole another kiss just before reaching it. "Then I will have to distract you, no?"
"Yes. Good. Distraction good." She nuzzled his ear and kicked the door shut (Was Cammie even staying with him still?) before unbuttoning his shirt.
"You shall have it", he promised between kisses, taking his fair turn by working on the buttons of her blouse. "Not a thought of Morocco." Cammie was gone, of course, but for Sam's sake he approved the door closing.
"mmm... good." Monet shrugged out of her blouse and dropped to her knees in front of Kurt, working at the zip on his pants. Halfway through, her muscles locked and she froze before falling to one side in a crouch.
It took him a second, blinking down at her, to get his brain properly back into gear and realize what had happened. The next moment, he was crouched beside her, lifting her a little awkwardly to put her on the bed. At least he could make her comfortable while he waited it out...
Monet smiled at Kurt, glad to be back and off the plane. She kissed him and ran a hand down his chest. "Come on. I've had a shitty couple of days," she said, tugging him toward the bedroom.
He most certainly wasn't resisting, his tail coming up to curl around her wrist as they moved towards the door, and he stole another kiss just before reaching it. "Then I will have to distract you, no?"
"Yes. Good. Distraction good." She nuzzled his ear and kicked the door shut (Was Cammie even staying with him still?) before unbuttoning his shirt.
"You shall have it", he promised between kisses, taking his fair turn by working on the buttons of her blouse. "Not a thought of Morocco." Cammie was gone, of course, but for Sam's sake he approved the door closing.
"mmm... good." Monet shrugged out of her blouse and dropped to her knees in front of Kurt, working at the zip on his pants. Halfway through, her muscles locked and she froze before falling to one side in a crouch.
It took him a second, blinking down at her, to get his brain properly back into gear and realize what had happened. The next moment, he was crouched beside her, lifting her a little awkwardly to put her on the bed. At least he could make her comfortable while he waited it out...