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"Not a good idea, no." Claire agreed, shaking her head as she gulps down the last of her drink. She reaches for the bottle and pours them each another.

She leans over a little and looks at him, admiring his smile and knowing that once she drank that second drink she was liable to make some very bold decisions.

"I think I have some pie left. You want some?" Claire asks him as she stands up and teeters enough that she puts a hand down on his shoulder. Oh yeah, she's feeling pretty warm right about now. "Oops."

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Vasquez glances up at her from where she's faltering. He definitely thinks that she can't hold her liquor very well, but he doesn't mind. He has enough of an inkling to know that if something does happen, it's not just because of the liquor. Standing swiftly, he gets both hands around her waist to steady her in place, leaning back against the table to balance himself.

"Careful," he murmurs, reaching over to brush at her cheeks, smiling softly at the warmth. "I think you maybe need to work on your tolerance," he teases. "I will take some of that pie, if it's an offer."

It's everything about the moment that leads to the inevitable kiss that her mouth presses to his as she half cuts him off when he goes to accept her offer for the pie. It's spontaneous but not surprising. Hell, she wanted to do it the day he arrived.

She leans into him more, deepening the kiss as one hand comes to cinch the front of his shirt tightly and the intensity and heat feed into an urgency for more.

He's not surprised and he's not even upset, but it feels so powerfully good to have it again. It's been a long time since he kissed Claire and it wasn't this one, so he feels like he needs to get to know her all over again. He lets his hand slip to the small of her back to drift just beneath her shirt, tugging her in against him.

What urgency and heat she gives, he tries to soften. No less heat, but less urgency, aiming to tamper it down and give them time to enjoy the kiss.

Him slowing it down gave her the reassurance that this wasn't something that was going to end in her feeling awkward every time she crosses paths with him from that day on. In fact, his hand on the bare skin of her back prompts a flash of goosebumps to rise on her arms. It's like finally getting water after being deprived of it for so long.

Slowly, Claire's hand releases its grip on his shirt and falls to the bottom only to gently wind its way upwards under the fabric; her fingertips smoothing over his skin deliberately.

He thinks that there's no reason to go anywhere else, especially not when they're getting so comfortable right here. Bearing her in against his body, he thinks he should probably start to get his clothes off, but first he thinks, it's the hat.

Once that's off, he returns to her swiftly for a hard kiss, fingers absently playing with the strokes of her back, trying to make the hairs on her arms stand on end, his fingers tangling with her hair at the nape of her neck.

No, moving wasn't going to happen so she really hopes Karen doesn't come home..

That's all lost to what is happening there, right then and she can't help grin when he breaks the kiss to lose the hat. The hat wasn't enough though and after enjoying another long kiss she pulls away to help him out of his shirt.

Skin to skin contact was something she really wants.

So, that slow speed he'd been working for earlier? Not really going to work right now, because Vasquez's brain switches to a frantic pace when she starts to work at his shirt, her fingers grazing against skin. Grabbing hold of her by the waist, he spins them so that he can set her on the table, crawling on top of her (ignoring any creaking) and not touching the buttons on his linen shirt until he's straddling her.

There goes slow and steady.

"Now that we're up here, I don't plan to go anywhere else," he informs her, hoping that's okay, because as he grins at her, he starts to work the buttons on his shirt loose.

The sudden switch with her now on the bottom didn't bother her and only adds more excitement to it all and she has very little complaint about the pace picking up. It's been a long while and now that her body is recognizing the intimacy, there is an insatiable need to get it sooner rather than later.

"I'm fine with that.." Claire nods, fingers working on her own buttons before lifting up to claim his mouth in another hot, albeit shorter kiss. More clothes needed removing and there needed to be more touching.

Vasquez works rapidly and yanks off his shirt, dropping it on the ground as he pushes his boots off, leaning down in between his stripping efforts so he can kiss her, grinning as he brings in a touch of a bite, tugging at her lower lip as he eases back.

"This is very unfair, chica," he clucks his tongue and waves a finger at her in displeasure. "Are you going to get your shirt off now? It's only fair."

A note of pleasure sounds when he nips her bottom lip. She is definitely fine with a bit of rough play when it's added into the mix, but she's also a woman who likes the slow and sensual, too.

As soon as he finishes talking, she's opening her shirt to expose the standard white bra that came in the backpack when she arrived and well, it wasn't totally sexy but it wasn't going to be on her for long either. Or so she hoped.

Leaning up she pulls her arms out of the sleeves and moves her hands back to his chest before dropping them to his belt.

Honestly, for Vasquez, he's used to much frillier and bigger and this is still sexier than most any undergarments he's seen in a very long time, so there's no complaint for him at all. Staring at her eagerly, he reaches down to help her into a sitting position just at the edge of the table, fumbling to get his belt off and shuck off the boots.

"What kind of touching do you want today, nene?" He knows this woman's body, but he doesn't know what she wants. Whatever she does, though, he intends to make incredible for her, but also for him.

Before sitting up with his help, Claire manages to pop the button on her jeans that luckily has no belt before she's reaching behind her to unclasp the bra and pull it away from her chest. Next was pushing the jeans off her hips.

She inhales excitedly, hands already finding their way to his muscular arms to appreciate the feel of them as they flex and move while he hurries to remove his clothing.

"Everywhere," she says through an exhale before kissing him again. She wants to be greedy, can he blame her?

Vasquez makes a whining noise of protest when she takes off the bra, but doesn't give him a chance to properly look and worship her the way he wants to. He moves his mouth to her neck to start kissing, working his way down to the collarbone, biting and sucking before dragging his bearded cheek over her breast, working to move to the nipple to give it more attention.

Everywhere means starting somewhere, yes? So why not here?

"You have to tell me if you want me to go down or fuck you," he murmurs, after he switches to the other side to even out the love.

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