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[She smiles, slow, and leans in against him. Unless he keeps moving, her hand begins to creep familiarly down his back]

Well then. Just gotta do your best....

Wh-what, to keep it down?

[Shivers,]

If you can do that, we got no problem, right?

[She sets her wing to curl around him as well, soft against him]

Well... how bout you?

[He leans in a little - runs a funger along the edge of her wing]

You gonna be able to keep it down okay?

[Shudders, breath shaky at the back of her throat]

...That's your problem, ain't it?

What, if you're loud?

[He runs a few fingers through this time, ruffling the feathers]

Yeah...

[Her voice catches, suddenly rather breathless even as she leans into him]

If it's your fault, you should take responsibility...

[The trails through her feathers grow a little firmer, nails scratching light against the skin]

...maybe we oughtta go a little further out than just one of those cars.

[Groans, light, her eyes glazing over with the contact]

Mmm... Don't care where, just want you...

[Scratches through again, just as deliberate, before giving her wing a final stroke and pulling away]

...c'mon. Guess we better get moving, then.

[An involuntary whine as he pulls away, quickly followed by a flush as she catches herself]

Yeah...yeah. Just--lead the way.

[Takes her by the hand and heads on out]

[He is decidedly flushed - ducks his head a little, self-conscious at how rumpled he is and the fact that he can't help but walk a little lopsided, thanks to the continuing distraction,]

[Unless she makes a move to pull them toward the (closer) cars, though, he's aiming for the door]

[She has not watched enough American teen movies to romanticize making out in a car, and he'd seemed to know what he wanted, so she doesn't attempt to take the lead. She does, however, attempt to worm her way past the hem of his clothes at her nearest opportunity as they walk, sorry-not sorry]

[His breath catches, a little; considering the costume, there's nothing there to prevent her from reaching up as far as she wants, to bare thighs or even the parts covered by his underwear, though as soon as he feels her reaching, his (mostly) steady pace misses a step. Perhaps though, given the deepening flush, that is more a bug than a feature]

[It takes him a beat to recover - another, to loop an arm around her, casual (?) for an excuse to bury his fingers in the feathers of the opposite wing]

[She chirps out a protest(???), wings and tail feathers ruffling closer as her steps falter already. Stumbling into him she catches herself on his side, which definitely isn't just an excuse to run her hand inside the open neckline of his shirt, talons skimming over the freckled skin inside]

[He sucks in a gasp, at her wandering hand - shifts a little, biting at his lip]

[The arm around her tightens a little to catch her when she stumbles, instinctively, which also means that the whole length of his arm is pressing agaisnt her wings,]

[This only makes her fall even more into him, wings as wobbly as her knees. Her talons dig into him, automatic, as she lets out a more breathless sound]

[Reaching up to cup her face, gentle and a little breathless]

...you okay?

[Her cheeks are hot under his hands, and her voice comes out low and shaky. Her wings spread a bit, inviting]

Y-yeah, just-- When you touch 'em, I can't-- It's--hard to do anything else.

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Oh. Uh - right. That's -

Right.

[Unwinds his arm from around her, though perhaps with a bit more contact than strictly necessary. That last stroke lingers too long to be an accident, surely]

...guess we better get outta here.

[Shivers again, unable to withhold a whine either as he touches her or as he pulls away]

O-okay. Maybe someplace close.

Y-yeah. That's -

[He swallows, with effort - licks at his lips]

You wanna...?

[Glances over at the cars, which are decidedly closer than outright leaving the room]

Yeah--

[Immediate, eagerly leaning in against him despite herself]

I mean--wherever's good for you...

Yeah - let's -

Yeah.

[Change of plans, he loops an arm around her and heads toward the cars,]

[She hooks both hands in his costume, the one in front just at his waist and the other down by the small of his back as she follows his lead. As they go through the different vehicles--some of which seem to have windows more fogged than others--there seem to be all styles from late-model sedans to airbrushed van conversions to pickup trucks for the adventurous. Plenty of each have tinted windows and roomy-looking back seats; Nemesis's eyes are lidded and teeth sink deep into her lower lip, so perhaps he is good to make the call before her hands do too much more wandering]

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