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]

[He is as well. It's sloppy, having to pull back every once and a while to breathe and grin, but she doesn't seem to mind.]

[waitedforyears]

[ That's quite all right, she's still enjoying herself. A lot. ]

[conesoldstober]

[So's he. Maybe a little too much. His hands snake down a little further, between her shoulder blades and then down to her waist.]

[waitedforyears]

[ There's no too much in this, okay. Her own fingers are dancing over his chest, down and then a little further, teasing and light. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Such a tease. His hands come forward again, tracing along the edge of her breast with just his fingertips.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Who's the tease now? Arching into the touch a little, nipping at his lower lip. ]

[conesoldstober]

[If it's invited, then. His hand slips up, cupping her gently as he goes back to kissing her, wet and happy.]

[waitedforyears]

[ invited and encouraged, even, and she's wrapping her arms around him again, pressing closer. ]

[conesoldstober]

[You realise that this is going to get certain other parts of him interested, Amy. He's wet and there's a naked woman pressed into him. There's only a few ways for this to go.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Like she'd complain about that. She doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it. She may also be pressing herself against him quite intentionally. ]

[conesoldstober]

Bloody hell, Amy.

[Pressing back in again. This damn woman.]

[waitedforyears]

You complaining? [ Because they can stop. But she doesn't really want to. And she doesn't think he does, either. There's proof of that pressed against her hip. ]

[troubler]

[ Clint is in the water, splashing around in his own little world, but then he crosses their path and he can't help himself.

He clears his throat, to let them know they've been caught in the act. ]

[conesoldstober]

Like I would.

[He keeps kissing her, leaning into her hands until- oh well. Hello. He pulls back with a bit of a wet pop from Amy's mouth, turning over his shoulder.]

Evening.

[waitedforyears]

Hmm, good.

[ She's not happy about the interruption. Well. Until she sees who it is, at least. Then she's just smiling. ]

Clint, hey.

[ She's also not taking her hands off Howl. ]

[troubler]

I'd ask how it was hanging, but I don't think it is.

[ He splashes closer. ]

Room for one more? It's getting deep up there.

[conesoldstober]

[Howl's eyes meet Amy's with a wicked twinkle before he turns back over his shoulder.]

You know, I think there might be.

[waitedforyears]

Get over here already. [ Because hell yeah. ]

[troubler]

[ He splashes over, shrugs like it's no big deal, but he's eyeing up the goods, pressing up behind Amy with his hands grabbing Howl's hips. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Oh yeah. The only thing better than a warm, naked body pressed against his is two of them. His hand goes back to where it left off over Amy's breast, kneading gently as he goes back to kissing her. She's so slight that he can easily reach around her to place a firm hand on the small of Clint's back.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy certainly has no complaints about being sandwiched between them; moaning softly into the kiss then Howl's hand finds her breast again and pressing herself against Clint, rolling her hips. ]

[troubler]

[ He lowers his mouth to Amy's neck, kissing up and down the stretch of white, nipping at her shoulder and soothing it over with his tongue, his hands sliding up Howl's sides, brushing over his chest. ]

[conesoldstober]

[His hips are rocking unapologetically now. He's got four sets on hands on him and he's have to be half-dead not to react to that. He's interested to see how Clint's reacting, hand trailing down to feel along his ass.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy's alternating between pressing herself back against Clint and rocking back against Howl, the water making every move a little slower, languid almost. She twists, one hand reaching back to curl in Clint's neck, pull him in for a sloppy kiss. The angle's all wrong and she can't bring herself to care. ]

[troubler]

[ He leans into the kiss and works around the angle, and there's nothing pure about the noise he makes as he pushes up against her when Howl's hands wander. But he's very much interested, reacting in all the right ways, and he does nothing to hide it. ]