What Is Left After?

Aimery: I roll my eyes. "And then maybe I'll let you join me," I say, spinning on my heels and walking back towards the street.

Joseph: I give her a concerned look. "That's not a good thing for me."

Jelsa: I smiled. "I guess that's a plus side. And how...what?"

Wayne: "You don't order me around!"

Roxanne: I rolled my eyes, but smiled goodheartedly, "You do know I was kidding, right?"

"How do I find myself lying here with you?" I ask. "I always assumed it was forbidden for angels like you to sleep with mortals like me."
I stroke the side of her face, and frown slightly.
"Not that we have, but the principle remains sound."

Jelsa: I shook my head. "I'm no angel," I whispered. "And I'm sure it'll happen."

Aimery: I raise an eyebrow at him, grinning. "You don't want me to control you?"

Joseph: I shrug. "I take almost everything seriously."

Wayne: I smirked. "I don't think any boy would."

Roxanne: "Hm..." I tilted my head just a second as I looked at him, "Such as?"

A wide smile splits my face. "I hope so."
I grasp her shoulders gently, and lean upwards to kiss her gently on the collar-bone, the upper ribs, and the top curve of her left breast.

Aimery: I scoff. "Well, that's just too bad," I call back to him. "Now where was that water?"

Joseph: I pull her closer. "Sarcasm almost has no effect on me. I'm really naive."

Roxanne: I stifled a laugh, "I sincerely doubt that. You don't seem like a very naive person."

Jelsa: I shivered under his touch and guided his hands behind my back. "Would you like to take it off?"

Wayne: I pointed. "Just up ahead."

Joseph: I raise an eyebrow. "Are you being sarcastic?"

"Uh... I, erm... well. That is to say..." I stutter for a moment. "Yes, okay."
I grasp the strap and fiddle with the clasp for a bit. I get more and more irritated, and start tugging at the damn thing. I reach into my coat and draw a small knife.
"Do you want to deal with the thingy or shall I?" I ask, scowling slightly.

Roxanne: I shook my head with a slight smile, "Nope...besides, if I were, you probably wouldn't notice anyway." I couldn't help but say at the end.

Jelsa: I sighed. "I need to put it back on again, you know. I'll do it, but you're taking it off," I compromised, undoing the clasp.

I put the knife back in my coat.
"Do you really have to put it back on afterwards?" I ask with a fake whine to my voice. I crack a wide grin, and ease the straps over her shoulders. It's the strangest feeling, but definitely good. I slide it off her altogether, and leave it next to us. I run my fingers over her breasts.

Jelsa: I rolled my eyes. "Sure, if you want people to see them if they so happen to look down my shirt." I shiver slightly, unsure what to do with the tingly sensation that comes from what he's doing. I almost tell him we're going too far, but I decide not to for now. I'm enjoying this, for some strange reason.

I frown. "I would have thought I'd be doing most of the looking," I remark. I move my head closer to her breasts. "Do you want me to... Kiss you... there?"

Jelsa: I chuckled. "Still." I sighed and looked up at him, feeling a strange jolt of adrenaline run through me again. "I guess it's up to you."

I decide that it is the best course of action. It's only a quick kiss, but for both of us it's almost like electrocution. My eyes snap open wide. "Wow," I murmur. I lift my head and press my lips to hers. I feel her breasts against my pectorals as we pull closer together.

Jelsa: I'm almost jolted by the chemistry between us. "Again," I whisper, although I know it probably won't be as good as the first time.

I bring my mouth to her breast again, and let my lips touch her skin for longer. Her skin is really soft. After a moment, I break away again. i feel so charged that I'm almost expecting arcs of static between us.
"Your turn," I whisper.