Coffee Time [Stu]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's punch to his face knocked his head to the side, and she couldn't help but smile. That had felt good. Where the hell did he get off getting her all worked up?! He had no right... She had had no clue that when she texted him this morning to ask him for coffee that she would end up in this awkward situation.

She had expected her punch to knock some sense into him, put him off a little, but she was surprised to see him look back up to her with an evil little smile on his face. If anything, it only served to piss her off more... And make the heat between her legs increase, a small tingle starting. This wasn't good. She was going to murder him for this.

He was squeezing her hips, and her breathing increased, her hips instinctively moving on top of him. Damn him... She would kill him for doing this to her. And then, the little genius, went and made it worse.

"You can't tell me you didn't like it."

She leaned forward, an evil smile on her face. She leaned forward, laying on him, putting her face close to his ear. Her breath played gently over it, her tongue flicking out to run along the edge of his ear. She giggled, sending more warm breath onto his ear and neck. She nipped his ear lobe. "I hope you like it rough~"

She suddenly sat up, using all her speed to catch him off guard, and brought her two hands together, linking her fingers. Bringing them above her head, she slammed them downwards towards his face.

No one played games with her like this.

[THE Justin]

He shivered as she breathed on his ear, her warm breath tingling all his senses. He gasped as she nibbled his earlobe, whispering sweet nothings...

Wait, nothings?

Shit.

Two arms came hurtling downwards, and it was all that he could do to throw up his left arm to hold her back. her attack pressed against his face, and it stung a bit, but he quickly regained composure and pushed both hands off of him.

He pushed himself up, hopefully throwing her off of him, and then tackling her so that she was now down, his body pressed against hers, heavier, stronger, more overbearing. He would go back to trying to hold her wrists.

"Oh. Oh I do."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara's arms shot downwards, her hands clenched to slam into his face. At the last second, his left arm flew up, blocking her arms. Her attack still connected, but at only a fraction of the strength and damage it should have done. She growled in frustration.

Her arms were pushed away, and she was thrown off of him, landing on her back, grunting from the impact. She hadn't expected him to throw her, and she had been caught off guard. She moved to push herself up on her elbows when he tackled her, knocking the air from her again. She was really surprised her lungs hadn't like... exploded from all the times this had happened to her. It was ridiculous.

His body pressed down on hers and she wriggled under him. But he was stronger... heavier... A man. Her tummy gave another jolt, and she found herself blushing at the idea of being powerless. His hands caught her wrists and she froze, her breathing turning into panting as she continued to struggle under him.

"Oh. Oh I do."

She blushed deeper, her gaze avoiding his as her tummy gave another silly flop. But really. This was Sara. And she didn't relinquish power easily, or happily. Whether she was enjoying this more then anything else she had before, her pride simply wouldn't allow her to give up. Be taken, yes, but give up? Never. She threw her head forward in an attempt at a head butt.

[THE Justin]

He pulled away, before pushing forwards, her headbutt missing. His lips sought hers again, trying to lock onto them, bringing her more around to his side. He felt her entire body on fire underneath him, relishing that he made her feel this way.

He smiled, bringing both of her hands together in his left, his right hand running a single finger down the length of her face, down her next, and toying around on her collar bone.

"You like it too, as I can tell..."

He was taunting her. Wanting her to deny it. She couldn't. He knew she couldn't.

[Sara Quinn]

Her head butt missed, and all she succeeded in doing was cracking her neck. She hissed in pain, turning her head away from him as far as it would turn to avoid his lips. No, she wasn't going to give in that easy.

But she wouldn't deny him completely. She barely fought back as he switched her hands so they were held in only his left. When he ran his fingers down her face and neck, she shivered, unable to stop herself, or even put much effort into wiggling under him. Her mouth opened slightly and she sighed as his finger played on her collar bone.

"You like it too, as I can tell..."

She turned her head back to him, glaring at him. How dare he!? She wanted to beat the crap out of him for that comment. He was taunting her, she knew it. And it both pleased and angered her.

But she would call him on it. What else could she do? But not before she got in her usual string of curses. She let out a soft mumble at him cursing him, his family, his existence, swearing at him. She ended with an angry "fuck you" and then lifted her lips to his, taking from him what she wanted, her tongue darting out of her mouth seeking his, her hips pressing upwards against him. Damn... She knew she was going to regret this later.

[THE Justin]

He thankfully returned the kiss, tongues wrestling between their lips, darting over each others in a mad attempt to explore the others mouth. He smiled and pulled away from her, standing, dusting himself off, resettling the chairs and the table.

He offered a hand to her, smiling, grinning from ear to ear.

"We can continue this somewhere not in the middle of the street? There are cars honking you know."

[Sara Quinn]

He returned the kiss, and she was thankful. She had taken a chance, shown a moment of weakness. Had he rejected her, he would NOT have lived to see another day.

Just as Sara was getting into it, letting loose and enjoying herself, the feel of him against her, his mouth on hers, he pulled away, standing. She continued to lay there, catching her breath, shocked finally hitting her brain. What had she done...? Oh god...

She heard him setting the table back, and she pushed herself into a sitting position, dropping her head as she tried to get her bearings back.

"We can continue this somewhere not in the middle of the street? There are cars honking you know."

She looked up, staring at the hand he was offering. She blushed, utterly embarrassed by her actions, but reached for his hand anyways. Her gaze fell to his face, noting his grin. She looked away, trying to hide her own small grin. She gained her feet and brushed herself off, dropping back into the chair.

She looked around. There were a ton of people looking, but the small patio was empty, garbage everywhere from when the people had fled. She always found it funny when she could just come out of that as though nothing happened.

Sara's hand moved to her face, feeling where it was stinging. She smiled over at him, her face still flushed. "Good fight... I still could have won though~"

[THE Justin]

Stu smiled, embracing her again, offering a quick kiss. He smiled at her, wide brimmed, genial.

"your place, or mine?"