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"Lovely assistant", my ass.

Don't expect any masterpieces at the bar tonight.

[ooc: As Guy stated, Asch is looking after ~~Grumpy~~ Good Spirits for the night. People are free to visit him or just bother him via journals. He'll bitch either way, I'm sure.]

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[Whatever!

Okay so uh. Maybe Guy is strong yeah, but he's kind of built for speed, and he's not a professional soldier and even though he's taller they're...kind of laying down.]

[And Asch has been training professionally since he was ten instead of chasing down idiot replicas. You're getting tossed off the bed again, blondie.]

[WHUMPF.]

...damn it.

[And have an Asch looking over the edge again, smirking like mad.]

Care to try that again?

[Yeah, pride is shot.]

No.

...Aren't you going to come back up?

[Fff.]

..... [Pout. Asch is leaving the edge now.]

[Rustle rustle.]

[Here Guy, have some pants on your head.]

[.....

Would you look at that. The bed has suddenly become so much more appealing. JOINING YOU NOW ASCH]

Edited 2008-12-18 21:37 (UTC)

[Damn right it has. Asch is sitting up in bed, cross-legged and practically naked, in the middle of dragging his elbow-length gloves off nice and slow.]

...That was fast. I knew I should have started with the gloves.

[No that's okay, Guy likes to oogle blankly. Keep going.]

[If there's one thing that could've kept Asch going, it's the look on Guy's face. So Asch brings it up a notch, tossing aside the one glove and grabbing the other with his teeth, his now-free hand resting on a knee.

This is fun.]

Edited 2008-12-18 21:43 (UTC)

[Yes. It. Is.]

[And there goes the second glove to the floor, and Asch is officially naked and stretched out on the bed, blushing but looking rather pleased with the results.

Well, Guy?]

[POUNCE.]

[Asch is expecting that, falling back against the pillow with a smirk, hands lifting to push lightly against Guy's chest.]

Now who's the tease?

You're still the tease, you idiot- [Guy's not even patient enough to put an ending intonation on that sentence, moving in for a fierce kiss. You can definitely assume that his hands are roaming just about everywhere.]

[That's not fair, Guy; you're still half-dressed and Asch is all naked and stuff. He kisses back, but he lets Guy do the body-exploring while his hands wander over to his belts and starts undoing them.]

[Go right ahead; Guy's hands are gliding down Asch's sides, his thighs -very nice- and over his hipbones before pausing, Guy drawing back slightly to give him a questioning look. Wanting permission.]

[Asch feels Guy's hesitation, in the middle of discarding the first belt, and meets his eyes for a moment. Realizing what he's thinking (after a quick glance downwards) Asch blushes, but nods. That's what they're there for, after all.]

[Guy's touch is hesitant at first; he knows Asch is nervous, and delving in like he wanted to might increase that. First and foremost, his job was to make sure Asch was comfortable.

Well. Better than comfortable.]

[Even if he's jumpy as momma liger, he is definitely going to react to that kind of touch. He stirs a little, biting his lower lip, and tries a little harder to get that last belt off.]

[Satisfied that Asch wasn't going to get cold feet, Guy strokes him with an open palm, his other hand exploring Asch's chest and belly. There were surprisingly few scars; Guy had expected many more, considering his line of work. The Order must have had fantastic healers.]

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