Come on and put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans...

[conesoldstober]

When; Thursday evening
Rating; PG-13 for youthful shenanigans
Characters; Howl Jenkins, Amy Pond, and WHOEVER ELSE EVER WANTS IN
Summary; Who cares if it's a school night before exams? Howl's got his hands on beer and there is drunken beach tomfoolery to get up to.
Log;



text;
dad forgot to lock the liquor cabinet again. see you at the peer around 10



action;
[If anyone hits up the beach this evening, they'll find that scrawny Welsh kid soaking up the end of the day rays, mirrored sunglasses perched on his nose. A cooler is next to him, contents carefully guarded until the beach clears out.]


[ooc: Open beach party log! Feel free to assume your character was included in the text, or just have them stumble by and join in. Everyone is welcome!]

Comments

[conesoldstober]

I may need to revoke best mate status, in that case.

[He pulls one of the joints he rolled earlier from his pocket and hunts around for a lighter.]

[waitedforyears]

Don't worry, I'd do it in the nicest way possible. [ You know, transferral of liquid while kissing. That counts. ]

You gonna share that?

[conesoldstober]

What am I getting back?

[waitedforyears]

Pleasure of my company not enough?

[ Look, she'll just. Move to sit in his lap. How's that? ]

[conesoldstober]

It's a start.

[He sticks the joint in the corner of his mouth as he lights it, free arm wrapping around her waist.]

[waitedforyears]

So, what would make it better?

[ Leaning against him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He does his best nonchalant, even as his heart rate's picking up. He takes a deep drag of the spliff before he passes it over.] Now that his mouth is free there's a great bit along her collarbone he's been meaning to latch onto for a while now.]

[waitedforyears]

[ By all means. The hand not holding the joint is tangling in his hair, and she's letting her head fall back a bit while taking a long drag. ]

[conesoldstober]

You've already been in the water.

[It's mumbled into her collar bone, hand trailing up her back between her shoulder blades.]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. [ She's arching ever so slightly into the touch. ] You want another drag?

[conesoldstober]

Yeah, man. Hand it over.

[waitedforyears]

There y'go. [ Which means he'll have to lift his head, but her hand can stay in his hair, right? Good. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He takes a long drag, tilting his head up to watch under her jawline.]

You wanna shotgun?

[waitedforyears]

Thought you'd never ask.

[ Leaning in to kiss him. ]

[conesoldstober]

[His lips lock over hers, parted already as he blows in the rest of the smoke. His fingers keep trailing up and down her back, liking the way his hands slips on her slightly wet skin.]

[waitedforyears]

[ If she's shivering, that's just the wind cold on wet skin, all right, nothing to do with anything else. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He has to pull back eventually, give her time to blow it out. His hands stay where they are locked around her waist as he kisses along her neck.]

[waitedforyears]

[ she blows the smoke out slowly, enjoying it; her head tilted so as to give him better access.

a couple breaths later, she uses the hand still in his hair to tip his head back, away from her neck, to fit her mouth over his again. no smoke this time, just lips sliding against lips. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Mmmmm, this is why he likes you, Amy. No one else understands the simple pleasure of no-strings-attached drunk snogging. Although they may have to change angles, if she's going to keep doing magnificent things with her tongue while shifting over his lap. He's only human, after all.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy has made it her inofficial mission to show those simple pleasures to a lot of people. Mostly because she enjoys it a lot.

And if he wants her to move, he'll have to make her; she doesn't mind at all. ]

[conesoldstober]

[He stays like they are until it's too much to take before rolling them over onto his towel, lips still firmly locked together as he leans in over her.]

[waitedforyears]

[ that's all right, she'll go easily, one hand still in his hair and the other running along his side now.

it isn't as though they have to do anything more than this. drunk/stoned kissing is perfect. ]

[conesoldstober]

[It is perfect. The sun's gone down now and the air is starting to chill, but Amy's body is warm and soft against his. Although, after a few moments more he gets an idea, slowly pulling back.]

You feel like going back in?

[waitedforyears]

Hmm. [ No fair with the pulling back and no longer kissing, she doesn't like that.

Still, going somewhere a bit warmer might not be the worst idea. The alternative is probably getting dressed in something warmer than a bikini and that, well, who wants that? ]

Yeah, all right.

[conesoldstober]

Good.

[Going back to the kissing now, just for a bit longer. His hands slide under her back, coming under the thin straps of her bikini top.]