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[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]

[He aims for the nearest one with dark-tinted windows - an SUV, big enough that it looks like her wings will have space]

This one's probly okay... right?

[He sneaks a glance at her - notes the lidded eyes and the white of her teeth against the pink of her lips]

[He can't quite help but run a hand along the other edge of her wing, pressure gentle but firm, just to see the reaction]

[She's already nodding when he runs over her feathers, and she coos deep in her throat, wings fluttering open]

Jacob...

[It's difficult to tell if this is meant to be warning, but the note in her voice comes off more as desperate. She leans flush against him to reach for the door handle--doesn't pull away once she's wrenched it open, going for a kiss instead]

[He leans into the kiss, eager - nips at her lip and then presses in to deepen it, shivering at the feel of her pressed flush against him]

[And if perhaps his hand is still petting at her wing, surely that's safe now that the end goal is in reach]

[Surely it is? It does prompt a fresh groan straight into his mouth, at least. She immediately rocks up into him, pressing him into the side of the car for better leverage. Her wings continue to ruffle into the touch, tailfeathers shifting]

[This time as the hand strokes downward, it keeps going, skirting from the ing to her tail feathers - tugging lightly]

[His own sound is muffled by her mouth as she presses rocks into him; he flushes, dark, as presses him up against the car, shuddering at the feel of being caught between her and it]

[The groan this time is a little more frantic, and she arches unsubtly closer, trailing her talons down his side and snagging at the waistband of his costume.

Her tailfeathers shift more, as do her legs, spreading to accommodate him. Her skirt isn't much more substantial than his, so perhaps it's not just imagination that she can feel the heat of him where they press together even through the layers]

[There is certainly plenty of heat to feel, and his costume really is very thin; he shivers hard as she presses nearer, painfully aware of the way she spreads her legs]

[He really ought to say that they should get in the car already, but that would mean breaking the kiss, so instead he licks into her mouth, tugging again at her tail feathers]

[She draws him in, sucking harder along with the pull at her tail. Her hands drag down his sides and curl into his hips, holding tight and tugging him closer.

There are probably quite a few things she should say, but words are hard with him warm and solid and alive against her, and a few needy chirrups are all she manages]

[The sound he makes is mostly muffled by the kiss, but not entirely; when she tugs him in against her like that, holding to his hips and pulling him in while her legs are spread that wide, it's impossible to mistake how ready he is]

[He deepens the kiss - can't help but shift a little, restless, even as his hand combs through her tail feathers]

[She returns a low moan and rubs more firmly into the swell of him. Her hips hitch greedily forward, and she brings a leg up to hook around his thigh to get that much closer--pulse pounding through the taut, damp costume fabric.

She fumbles at his obi, mismatched hands shaky and distracted but believing in this noble cause]

[He whimpers, softly, as she rubs up against him; there's not much to either of their costumes, and the thin, wet fabric makes the heat of her painfully evident. He can't quite help the way his hips rock forward against her, but he has the presence of mind to fluff dark when she reaches for his obi, reaching to take hold of her hands]

X-Xia. We gotta -

We gotta get inside.

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