April 4 - During which tops will (most likely) stay on

[Calvin Strong]

Cal got his own drink, some vaguely amusing thought about 'drunk teleporting' going through his mind as he followed her over and slipped in.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana pressed up against Calvin's arm, giggling, "This has been a very fun date."

[Calvin Strong]

"Mmmm, I agree," he said, slidding that arm behind her. "I'm glad I could tear you away from the books for the night," he teased.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana leans forward and kisses Calvin, her chest pressing against his side. Her hand gently touching his thigh.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal kissed her back, eagerly without being pushy, his arm around her tightening a bit.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

"I think you are deserving reward," Lana whispers in a sultry voice, kissing Calvin's neck as her hand slowly moves higher.

[Calvin Strong]

This, finally, would have gotten a startled reaction out of Cal, though it seemed a very positive reaction at that. He made a happy little sound as his hand slid higher up her side.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana's hand toyed with Calvin's belt, as if she was trying to decide whether to take this any further. Her body continuing to press against him incessantly.

[Calvin Strong]

She probably wouldn't have been able to tell just how much the teasing was getting to him, as he leaned down to kiss her neck, except that pressed up against him like she was, it wouldn't be hard to feel the telltale anxious movements he made.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana leaned her head back and arched her chest forward, giving Calvin a very nice view as her hand slipped up and then down lower.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal stiffened, then relaxed, his lips still dancing across the skin of her neck, not giving a damn how many people were watching.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana's tattoos danced, forming various naughty Russian words as she continued. Bouncing a little in her seat as she did.

[Calvin Strong]

Some part of Cal's mind, the emotionless part that documented everything, registered the words, and doubtless he'd be amused by them later, but at the moment, everything inexplicably seemed to go very grey in the world...

((ftg))

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

((FTG))

Later, Lana returned from the ladies room, smiling at Calvin before sliding into the booth next to him.

"You enjoy, da?"

[Calvin Strong]

"You already know the answer to that," Cal said, his grin answering explicitly even if he didn't.

"You know, of course, that I need to return the favor somehow," he pointed out, a slightly wicked smile on his face as his hand rested on her thigh, though he didn't push things. He didn't know what weird rules she played by, after all.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana relaxed against the seat, "And how are you planning on doing that?"

[Calvin Strong]

His hand started moving teasingly up her thigh, showing that uncanny knack for finding unlikely sensitive spots even in identical points of flesh. "Well, I did have an idea, I just wouldn't want to be too... forward," he chuckled, leaning over toward her neck again.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana let out a gasp, clearly excited. Her arms wrapped around his neck, "Is fine."

[Calvin Strong]

"Good," Cal mused, his voice low against her ear as his hand continued its leisurely ascent. "It'd be a shame if I couldn't show my... appreciation."

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana leaned her head back, her eyes closed as she let out a soft gasp.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal's fingers finally got to confirm the exact state of Lana's lack of certain articles of clothing, and then lingered a bit as his fingers were drawn to even more sensitive nerve clusters he felt just beneath her skin, his lips sliding down to her throat now.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana softly murmured in Russian, punctuated by moans and gasps as she squirmed in her seat.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal had been teased all night... so right now he held no problems in teasing her for a while. After he'd decided that he'd teased her sufficiently, though, he bit down lightly on her neck in just the right spot as he really got to work.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana swore and begged and pleaded in her native tongue, her tattoos becoming more erratic as she gripped Calvin tightly.

[Calvin Strong]

Cal smiled against her skin, and when her pleading hit just the right pitch for his liking... he finally decided to give her exactly what she wanted.

[Svetlana Zaytsev]

Lana felt her legs start to involuntarily move apart as Calvin...

((FTG 2: Reciprocations))

[Calvin Strong]

...A bit later, Cal sat back up straight again, subtly drying his damp hand on the inside of his pocket (not that Lana was likely to notice what he was doing at that exact second). "So... you enjoyed, da?"