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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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It was one of those things Ezra found hot based on the reaction of the other party. He was just throwing out feelers.

"Hot, I'm sure," he murmured, and nipped at her ear. "But that's a given with you. Anything you're into makes you look all the more attractive."

His fingers pushed deeper, and moved a little quicker.

"So how do I look right now?" she asked in the long groan. "Cause I'm really into this."

In case he couldn't tell from all the noises and the speed with which she was rocking against his hands and the way she was clenching around is fingers.

He was very aware of how into this she was. Call it being perceptive like that. He snickered. "Oh, so hot." His fingers got to rubbing her clit in earnest, now. "Like you're having the time of your life. Like I'll have something to look forward to upon your return tonight because you'll really want to pay this back. With interest."

"When I come back down here, you'd better be hard and naked for me," Kathy said in something close to a growl. "Because I'm not going to waste a minute before you're flat on your back with my mouth on you." A long, shaky sigh, her nails leaving red marks behind as her hands tensed over her skin. "I'm going to suck you slow and then you're gonna t-turn around and fuh--huck me fast."

For once, she wasn't tripping over the profanity. It was what he was doing that made her stumble over her words.

And that just meant he had to keep on doing it. Rubbing and thrusting. Pretty hard now, actually. He'd told her he could get her coming fast and he was still trying to achieve that.

Didn't think he was very far from success, either.

"I can do that, darling." His voice was silky in her ear. "I can let you suck me, I can fuck you, and I can eat you out to several climaxes until you're begging me to stop."

"Why--would I--Oh, god, Ezra, oh god." Yeah, no more chance for dirty talk with Kathy. She was well and truly gone, falling apart around his dexterous fingers, crying out her pleasure again and again in his ear.

Ezra snickered softly in return. Kept working his dexterous fingers throughout all of that, though. Just to be safe. Just to keep her making those sounds for as long as she would.

And then he withdrew his fingers. So he could bring them up and lick them. "Okay, now you can go back to your family, cupcake."

She kept making those noises for as long as she had air to make them with, before falling over onto his bed in a sated puddle. "No," she mumbled into the mattress. "I came so hard it's impossible to move."

Though, yeah, her arm was flailing over the edge of the bed to find her underwear. And she was peeking up a little to watch him lick his hand. Not that she needed any more eye-candy.

"Too bad, you'll still have to go," Ezra replied, although far from unkindly. He was just amused. "That is, unless you want your sister to come find you here with ample evidence of how much furtherthan kissing you've progressed."

"Noooooo," Kathy whined, hiding her face in his blankets. "Maybe I'll hide under your bed. I hear tell they're flawless hiding spots. When she comes down to ask, tell her I left awhile ago and I'll roll out when the coast is clear."

Okay, that was her bra at least. And a sock. She was making progress. Huzzah?

Ezra was so proud of her. "Nope. Sorry, I will not be an accessory to further subterfuge." He leaned back, finally. "Do you need any help?"

"What did you do with me pants?" she asked, pulling her bra on. "Did you throw them on the other side of the room so I'd have to walk bare-assed to fetch them?"

If they were over there, she would have no problem watching him walk bare-assed over to get them.

He thought he could go and get them, just this once. "I see them." Although he took his time before rolling off the bed and getting to his feet, and wandering over to pick up her pants.

"I threw them so someone would fetch them."

Kathy could have made a crack about foxes being in the Canidae family, but she didn't want to offend him. And, you know, it was hard to make Latin puns when your brains were dribbling our of your ears.

"Well, I'm appreciating the view as you do," she assured him. "If I were up to moving fast, I might have smacked your ass as you bent over."

Next time. Definitely a thing to consider for next time.

Ezra would've just told her to direct that kind of thing at the wolves on the island, anyway. They were like big dogs, right?

He padded back to the bed with a smirk on his face, and dropped the pants by her. "Maybe next time you'll feel up to being fast."

Kathy was still pretty ignorant of the werewolves on the island. They didn't make a big deal of their presence and she didn't have the nose to find them otherwise.

"Just as soon as my legs start working again," she told him, pulling her underwear out to shimmy into. "They have a regular habit of not doing that when you're around."

Ezra snorted as he flopped over onto the bed again. "Don't blame me, you knew the risks involved when you agreed to lock the door."

"It;s not a risk, it's a damned guarantee with you," she told him. "But it's not blame. It's a compliment, I assure you." She gave him a soft smile. "You're amazing Ezra. I mean, you know that, but you are."

Ezra reached out lazily to boop her on the nose.

"You don't have time to start getting mushy on me, cupcake."

Kathy stuck her tongue out at him, but finished pulling her clothes on. "I'm not getting mushy," she informed him. "I'm expressing gratitude and appreciation for a good time to ensure your willingness to continue them at a later date. So there."

And then she was getting off his bed in a perfectly executed back handspring, a non-verbal 'nyaaaah' to counteract any further accusations of mushiness.

Ezra snickered. "Showing off doesn't make your point for you."

But it was still oh so fun to watch.

"But it might be distracting?" Kathy suggested, leaning down to pull her shoes on. "Seriously, though, Ezra. You don't, umm, have to worry? I'm not about to get all emotional at you or whatever. That's not what this is. We're cool."

The best part about this? It was guaranteed to be a short conversation because she had to go. But she wanted to make sure he knew she wasn't getting, well, mushy. At him.

"I was teasing you, darling," Ezra told her with a slightly raised eyebrow and a lopsided smile. When he seriously thought someone was getting too attached to him, he had other ways of nudging them on to a different course than outright telling them to their face. "I'm not worried."

"Good," Kathy said, looking relieved. She figured that was a problem that crept up on Ezra a lot, at least with people he dallied with more than once, and she wanted to be clear that that wasn't a concern, here.

But since it wasn't, that meant she could tease a little as she ran her fingers through her hair to bring back some semblance of order. "Sorry your dick is magic, but not enough to be the key to my heart. I'll let you pine over that while I herd my family off the island."

"I'll try not to weep copious tears."

He so looked like he was going to cry. Really. If that involved looking like a gloriously lazy person on a bed. He gave her a little wave with his fingers. "Bye for now, Kathy."

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