Room 303, Sunday After 3MD

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"And here we have my room," Rebecca announced unnecessarily as she opened the door, "and -- oh, good, my roommate's not here."

So that would be her coat being tossed onto Matt's desk, where, in fact, a lot of her stuff was currently residing. Best roommate ever, right?

"Sooo."

[[continued from here, and i offer no guarantees on its worksafe-ness most emphatically not worksafe. for she of the raspberry lip gloss!]]

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"So," Tara echoed, shimmying out of her own coat and scarf and glancing about. It was all ... dorm-like. "Nice room. I, uh ... never do this. Like ever."

She did not exactly sound like she was going to be incredibly resistant, though.

"The going home with somebody part. Not the ... whatever."

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Rebecca grinned. She was just breaking in all the newbies this week, wasn't she? "It's okay," she assured Tara, heading over to take a seat on the bed and pat the space next to her. "Relax."

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"All right," Tara said, taking the seat but sitting at the edge of the mattress. she took a few deep breaths, smiled sheepishly. "Totally relaxed. Really."

... and she was looking at Rebecca's cleavage again. Hi, cleavage!

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"Good," Rebecca decided, and she leaned in to take advantage of that relaxation with a kiss. And probably destroy Tara's view of her cleavage. Sorry about that.

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It was forgivable.

Tara flailed for a second -- there were new, different lips under hers -- before remembering pretty much how this went. She relaxed into the kiss, parting her lips a touch.

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Which just gave Rebecca an excuse to be a ho deepen the kiss, one hand settling in Tara's hair to steady her. Because she could be considerate sometimes.

Sometimes.

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It was very considerate! Just like how Tara was putting her hand on Rebecca's waist, now. For balance.

The kissing was intense

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Bah, balance. Rebecca needed no balance. She far preferred to, say, tip Tara back without breaking the kiss and continue this while pretty much on top of her.

Being on top of people was kind of a thing with her, see.

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Tara would let Rebecca get on top, but could the shirts maybe come off? She'd help, tugging at the hem of Rebecca's top in an upward motion.

She'd explain what she wanted, but that would involve breaking the kiss.

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Rebecca grinned and let her remove it, breaking the kiss for only a second in order to pull the shirt over her head, and then turned her attention to doing the same thing to Tara's top.

Fair was fair, really.

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It took some slightly awkward shifting up onto Tara's shoulders and arching her back, but Tara was determined. Her shirt was history.

And then they were in new territory, and Tara's hands went over Rebecca's bra, and she took a moment to feel very lucky. (A little guilty, but lucky.)

"... wow."

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Rebecca grinned.

"Like what you see?" she teased, the expression on her face making it pretty clear that she had no complaints either. Hi, Tara was curvy and hot. Approve.

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"Um ... yeah," Tara stammered, but somehow her nervousness was going away because Rebecca was here and this was amazing and really the only possible way she could express how amazing it was was to try to kiss her way down Rebecca's throat and over that cleavage.

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Rebecca let out a soft noise at that. Look, Tara was already surpassing Peter in terms of her makeout skills, and Rebecca appreciated that. "Me too," she murmured.

For her part, since the angle was a little awkward and not exactly conducive to other things, she was busying herself with trailing her fingers down Tara's sides, going... well, she didn't know where she was going.

Eventually she encountered a waistband, but rather than deal with that, she ghosted her fingers over Tara's stomach just above it instead.

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Tara couldn't read narration -- and this wasn't the time to bring it up even if she could -- but she played in a different weight class than Peter all around. She'd gone out with Kennedy for years, okay?

Besides, there were fingertips on her stomach and those were much more interesting. She made a little mewing noise but otherwise kept playing her lips against Rebecca's skin.

[OOC: ... and this is where I go to bed, woe.]

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So Rebecca was maybe going to try a thing. Because she cared. Or she liked her experimentation. One of the two.

That thing involved drawing back enough to make eye contact -- the eyesex kind of eye contact -- and slipping her fingers under a certain waistband.

Hi, Tara.

[[No worries, sleep well! We could even FTB from here?]]

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"Hi," Tara whispered, and sucked in her breath a little to give those fingers more access.

Sometimes you needed to have no shame, and tonight was going to be one of those times.

[OOC: Annnnnd FTB! Thanks!]