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

[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. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Now Howl's feeling ignored, which feel like the perfect time to slide his hand down a little further between Amy's legs, giving her an almost exploratory stroke.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy moans against Clint's lips, into the kiss, doing nothing at all to hide the sound. Her hips press closer, almost insistently. ]

[troubler]

[ He reaches around to pull them both closer, and he breaks the kiss with Amy, turns to fiercely press his mouth to Howl's instead. ]

[conesoldstober]

[Hooray! People are paying attention to him again! He makes a pleased noise into the kiss, hands speeding up a little more in between Amy's legs.]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy drops her head back against Clint's shoulder, eyes on them as she watches the kiss before closing when his fingers hit just the right spot. ]

[troubler]

[ He might not be able to see, but he knows exactly what's going on, and his enthusiasm turns the kiss into something dirtier, hands squeezing Howl's ass, fingertips dragging up and down his back encouragingly. ]