[Excellent idea. She kisses back readily, only just stopping short of hiking her leg up over his waist - and when the elevator doors slide open, she gives him a little push, attempting to back him up against the back wall. She's small, but she's a lot stronger than she looks.]
[He moaned into the kiss, unwilling to miss a moment to make it clear that he was interested in this. He felt the shove and even moved with it because there was no point not, and he hit the button to his floor before he settled back against the rear wall and gestured at her to come in close and personal. It was at least twenty second ride and who has time to waste those seconds standing around?]
[New game: how much can she get away with in twenty seconds? Anything he can't easily fix as soon as the doors pop open is out, so she won't try to unbutton his pants or remove his shirt - but she will try to get her hands as far up under his shirt as she can, her short nails digging lightly into the bare skin of his back. Ready, set, go.]
[He growled a sound of pleasure as her hands pulled his shirt from being tucked from his belt, and he returned the favour to at least get one hand up the back of her shirt or at least hike it up enough that he could smooth his palm across the small of her back. He moved in to kiss along her jaw, biting her earlobe the elevator began to slow.]
you sent me a "sorry for the delay" tag a few days ago and now here I am rolling in 2 weeks late...
[Shaw lets out a sigh of mild exasperation, because really, elevator? You're going to stop, make her stop feeling up this dude's delectable back and chest, and walk fifty feet to his apartment? The least you could have done is get stalled between floors. This is why she always takes the stairs.]
Which one's yours?
[She says hurriedly, as the doors slide open as she stumbles out into the hall.]
[No stalling. They were rolling out onto the hallway floor, and he reached out to scoop her up around the waist as charmingly and yet unceremoniously as he could hopefully get away with.]
This way. I've got it.
[He headed down the hall to his apartment, unlocked the door and stepped inside. No point wasting any more time when it was clear what they were here to enjoy with each other. He was gentlemanly enough to not make a scene in the hall at least.]
[It's a good thing he's on the ball, because Shaw is shameless, and absolutely considered making a scene in the halls. She does have enough common sense to know that such a thing is generally frowned upon by potential sexual partners, though, and there's no sense in ruining this before it's even begun, regardless of her extreme thirst levels.
Once they're inside, though, all bets are off. If there's a bad in immediate view, she'll angle them towards that; if there's a couch, that's closer, she'll nudge him in that direction.]
[There was a couch in view and the bedroom was around the corner. Of course, the couch was actually large enough to allow him to lay down if he wanted to, so it was probably a good choice for a quick flurry of movement and backing up.
He was pulling at her clothing, intent to remove it and leave it a scattered tale over his floor as they headed for the couch.]
[This is absolutely the sort of decision-making that Shaw is also operating on, so thank you for being in sync with her, Vander; "large and easy to maneuver to right the fuck now" is the optimal choice. Off goes her t-shirt, off goes her sports bra, and though she'll wait until she's more horizontal to take off anything lower than that (struggling out of pants while also trying to walk doesn't sound like a good time, and she also has a condom in her pocket that she doesn't want to lose track of), she'll let him unzip her jeans.
He won't get away with staying fully dressed, either. The literal second she's able to remove it, that shirt of his is coming off.]
[This was not his first rodeo when it came to a hurried fling; he knew his business end of things well. He helped her remove her top and bra, even assisted in the removal of his own shirt as he continually propelled himself backwards to the couch. His big warm hands slid down her sides and urge to follow before removing his belt with its clasps which could be oddly complicated for those not familiar with his people's clothing fixation methods.
By that point, they had reached the couch, and he seated himself down upon it, drawing her in close so he could pepper kisses up her abdomen as his hands reached down to help remove her footwear.]
[When it comes to sex, Shaw couldn't be called picky, but she does have some definite preferences - and hoo boy, is being outsized one of them. She knows his hands aren't actually big enough to fit around her waist, but in this moment it feels like they could be, and she lets out a quiet noise of satisfaction against his mouth, letting him tug her down after him. Luckily, her boots are simple zip-ups, easy to undo and take off. While he's busy with that, she'll focus on her jeans (also a simple button and zipper deal), rescuing the condom from her pocket while she's at it.]
[Vander smirked into the kiss at her noise, understanding. He had met a lot of people that liked a big guy; there were many reasons he had been popular with people back in his prime. And if he weren't so intent of helping them both out of their clothes, he would take far more time exploring her body. There would be time for that, especially as he showed some skill removing her shoe one handed on each side he rubbed the his chin on her fit abdomen.
Then his hands grabbed her jeans at the knees and pulled them down, lifting a hand to grasp her hip to provide stabilization as he steadily tugged the material down her legs and then off to join the growing pile on the floor nearby.] You good with the couch?
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you sent me a "sorry for the delay" tag a few days ago and now here I am rolling in 2 weeks late...
Which one's yours?
[She says hurriedly, as the doors slide open as she stumbles out into the hall.]
lol
This way. I've got it.
[He headed down the hall to his apartment, unlocked the door and stepped inside. No point wasting any more time when it was clear what they were here to enjoy with each other. He was gentlemanly enough to not make a scene in the hall at least.]
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Once they're inside, though, all bets are off. If there's a bad in immediate view, she'll angle them towards that; if there's a couch, that's closer, she'll nudge him in that direction.]
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He was pulling at her clothing, intent to remove it and leave it a scattered tale over his floor as they headed for the couch.]
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He won't get away with staying fully dressed, either. The literal second she's able to remove it, that shirt of his is coming off.]
jokes on her, he has no idea what a condom is :)
By that point, they had reached the couch, and he seated himself down upon it, drawing her in close so he could pepper kisses up her abdomen as his hands reached down to help remove her footwear.]
lmaoooooooo
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Then his hands grabbed her jeans at the knees and pulled them down, lifting a hand to grasp her hip to provide stabilization as he steadily tugged the material down her legs and then off to join the growing pile on the floor nearby.] You good with the couch?