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[suicidemission]


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[His interruption garners a small sound of surprise and he is far too near now, tastes like whisky, and the majority of her protests die on her lips where they meet his. Fingers unconsciously curling around the lapels of his jacket Evelyn's previous concerns are snapped in two as she pulls him closer.

When she does force herself to break away it is to nod breathlessly in agreement with Chuck's previous statement.]

You're right, anything.

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[ He's dropping his hands down around her waist and tugging her close, a pleased little purr on his lips, thumbing at her shirt. ]

Anything at all, love.

[ He'll sweep in for another kiss if she'll let him, warm and tinged with alcohol and want. ]

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[Anything at all is sounding incredibly tempting with his hands on her, flush against him and humming agreeably. Evelyn wishes there were a way she could get even closer, slipping her hands up to his shoulders and into his hair.]

Mhm.

[She even cranes up on tiptoe for another kiss.]

[suicidemission]

[ It's a bit difficult to not have his hands on her, right there at her waist, gently tugging her as close as he possibly can - closer, even. It's an impossible thing they want, but it doesn't stop them from trying.

And words, they're a waste of time. There's other things you can do to communicate - body language, that'd be one. And if he's reading hers right, then he reckons he'll get another kiss or so out of the deal, because hands in his hair make him tremble.

Another kiss is what she gets, soft and sweet before he nips at her lower lip, teases past her lips to suck on her tongue, a pleased little growl in his throat. ]

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[Chuck's reading comprehension is excellent, small, desirous sounds pouring from his mouth into hers and the animal part of Evelyn that privately wanted this wishes they had longer than seven minutes at their disposal. Eager not to fall behind, she sighs against his lips as her fingernails curl in his hair.

(Arbitrarily, she also wishes that they weren't in a closet and perhaps somewhere more comfortable, but there may or may not be further kissing in their respective futures.)]

Chuck-

[She pulls him against her, backing up to the wall of the broom cupboard.]