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Bottle. The bottle of daquiri godliness was being presented to him.

Because he had to return the favor. Favors were meant to be returned, because that was all right and fair, and fair was fair.

Fair was also nice weather, and fun carnivals. No wonder people always wanted fair-ness. God, it made him want some fair-ness.

A good way to get that fair-ness was to return the favor. Return favor, get fair-ness, yay!

Aznimal ran a hand down the front of his overcoat. There were no buttons, no zippers. That was odd, he could have sworn he got it on today without pulling it over his head. Odd. Where the hell were the coat's fasteners? Maybe they were on the back, that was just crazy enough to be logical. He reached behind him and - lo and behold - there was a zipper. Aznimal unzipped the coat, arching his back a little to shrug it off. After the coat there was nothing, it was a warm coat, more layers would make him boil. Boiling wasn't half as nice as fair-ness.

Now that the coat was out of the way Aznimal rolled over to lay on his back and poured the daquiri in a diagonal line from his chest down to his stomach. It was could, brr.

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Æana sat up more to let Aznimal lay down. He poured the daquiri over his chest in a straight line. A straight line? How unimaginative. She took her hand and smeared it over him better, getting it over more of his chest, and smearing it down past his bellybutton.

Æana: That's better!

She then set out to clean up the mess she had just created. But first, her mind had to attempt to process the situation, despite the alchy-hol. She knew very little of the male body. Sure, she knew what they had, but not how everything worked or, more specifically, what felt good to them. She could only go by what felt good to her, and try not to screw it up. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, straddling his legs as she licked up the daquiri. She started at his chest, licking and sucking it up when she needed to. She stopped at a nipple, sucking it a little harder than other daquiri-smothered areas, hoping this felt nice to him.

Æana *thinking*: Gee, hope I'm not doin' shumthin stupid...

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Cold, cold daquiri. Smearing. Cold. Cold heavenly daquiri.

Pushshy

What? I can't reflect on the coldness?

There'sh a difference between reflection and whining.

It was reflection. Dammit.

What-ever, pervert, don't think I didn't notice you putting the daquiri in a line sho she could shmear it over you. Shmooth move.

That didn't sound nice... It had to be jealous. Damn jealous voice, couldn't it go off and find another voice to play with. Aznimal decided to ignore anymore of the voice's comments and focus on what was happening now. Because what was happening now was infinitely better than the voice.

Aznimal grinned, enjoying the play of Æana's tongue across his chest. Then she descended on his nipple and Aznimal squeaked, again. At least it was a happy sounding squeak.

Fair-ness was a great thing...

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Æana smiled when he squeaked happily. She wasn't doing something stupid. She got a surge or confidence at this, and the her tongue get to work more quickly. She cleaned off the other nipple and licked a sloppy trail down his stomach, trailing her fingers in the daquiri to move more of it to a spot right between his bellybutton and the waist of his pants. She took extra care to suck all of that off, and let her chest rub against a few parts of his anatomy while she was at it. She licked right along the edge of the waistband on his pants before travelling back up to finish off the cleaning of his chest.

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Ah fair-ness.

It was getting better and better and better. Like wine. No, better than wine. Wine was pulverized grapes, Æana's tongue on the daquiri was *s-i-g-h*, so much more superior.

And it just got that much more superior. Those were Æana's breasts. Those were Æana's breasts hanging right over him. Those were Æana's breasts leaning into their biggest fan. So to speak.

Hmmm. SInce he took... damn more than one shot of daquiri off Æana he wondered if she would take another off him. Should have poured less, well it was like a tall glass full.

Aznimal moaned softly as Æana cleaned up the daquiri at his waistband.

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Æana smiled. Moaning is good. Moaning is very good. That and the reaction she got from a certain part of his anatomy let her know that she wasn't screwing up at all. She continued to lick up the daquiri, but let a hand slide down his already-cleaned stomach to the front of his pants. She hesitated for a moment, still a little uneasy, before her brain cells, by a majority vote of 68.9% said 'what the hell' and she groped him through his pants. She blushed a little, but continued to lick him clean. She was almost finished anyway.

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Bye bye Æana's breasts. Make sure to stop by again soon. Very soon.

Hello Æana's hand. Oh, aren't you a friendly little thing. We loves you, oh we loves you very very much.

Aznimal moaned again.

And got the sudden desire to put a hand in Æana's hair. It didn't have to wait too long before it was satisfied. He ran his fingers through her short hair, twirling one finger a little to twist her hair around it.

His hand wasn't satisfied with stroking Æana's hair though. What it really wanted was to free Æana's boobs from their prison. The hair thing was just a test to see how easily it could get something. After finding out that it took no problem at all it went right into the main objective and slid down her back.

The hand doubted bras got any easier to undo in all these years, so it called for reinforcements, hand two. He grabbed each side of the clasp and pushed both ends together, moving the side with the eyelets down and the hooked side up. Ha, success. He felt like patting the back of one hand, but decided to devote that energy to another little pleasure-noise and let go of the clasp.

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(OOC: We already warned you once, but it's heating up some more, so if you have a problem with sex, don't read any further.)

Æana leaned into Aznimal's hand when he ran his hand through her hair. She liked it when people played with her hair. She arched her back a little when she felt his hands travel there, not sure what he was doing, but enjoying it anyways. Then she felt her bra come undone. The slightly cool air in the room hit her breasts and made her nipples harden quite a bit. She pulled away from Aznimal long enough to slip the bra off and toss it over to where her shirt lay.

Æana: Well, what're you thinkin' 'bout, huh?

She licked off the last bit of daquiri on his chest, then kissed her way up his chest and to his neck, where she sucked on the skin and nibbled at it lightly.

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Thinking?

"Thinking?" Aznimal's mind apparently liked its first cohesive thought so much that it decided to share it with Æana.

As the seconds passed it dawned on him that the thought was quite... dull. There had to have been something better for him to say. When he actually thought about it he hadn't really been thinking the last few minutes, just feeling and reacting for the most part. He had a few thoughts, but they were quick and usually pretty vague and weird. Like the voice thing... where the hell did that come from?

He had to make up for not really answering her question. Actually answering it would be a nice first step. Her mouth on his neck was distracting him, it was a good kind of distraction though. He tilted his head up a bit to give her better access and saw her ear. It was pretty close.

He leaned forward a little and put his teeth loosely around her earlobe. "Gueshh," he kinda sorta answered, his tongue flicking against her earlobe and teeth tightening around it when he said the word.

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Æana moaned loudly into his ear when he licked her ear. She rolled over onto her side, so that she was laying beside Aznimal. She tangled a leg around one of Aznimal's legs and bit his neck a little harder. She licked the bite marks a few times before letting her hand travel down to his crotch once again, this time gathering up a bit more courage and slithering underneath his pants. She grabbed his cock and squeezed gently, running her thumb up the shaft and tracing the head. She was running purely on instinct now, because she had absolutely no experience in this department.

Æana: You like dat?

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Aznimal let her ear go when she rolled over.

Didn't there use to be a kiddy song about rolling over in bed? How the hell did that sucker go. It had something to with someone constantly complaining to the others to roll over to the selfish bastard could have the bed all to themselves.

When Æana bit his neck he forgot all about the bastard song. Teeth, neck, good. Very good. Aznimal squeaked again and grinned, his eyes unfocusing for a second.

Æana's hand! Welcome back! Yes, come in, come in, we're so delighted to see you!

Aznimal made a throaty purring noise and raised his hips a bit. "Ye-eah." Ding! Suggestion idea! "Ushe your nailsh a little too."

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Æana blushed a dark red at Aznimal's reaction. When he suggested she use her nails, she tried to use them, but his pants greatly reduced how much her hand could move. She abandoned his neck, kissing down his chest and stomach again until she was to the waistline of his pants again. She pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his erection for her to give a bit more attention to.

She grabbed ahold of his dick again, this time slightly digging her nails in before pumping up and down his shaft slowly. Æana watched her hand, and Aznimal's reaction to all this. She briefly thought of doing something with her mouth, but he hadn't asked her to do that. He just asked for nails, and he knew what she should do better than she did.

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Aznimal's head began to feel funny. It was like someone put a tube in his ear and started pumping raw cotton in his brain. Fluffy, airy cotton that padded itself any where it could.

It was sporting enough to let him keep his sense of touch though. What a nice brain fuzz.

Aznimal moaned when Æana used her nails on him, the ends of his lips curling up a little further. Her nails were like... like... something. Something he couldn't quite get due to all the cotton in his brain. Well, whatever the something he was trying to find was it was definitely a good something. "Yessh," he slurred. "That'sh nice."

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Æana smiled. She was glad that she was doing this right. She liked Aznimal, so she didn't want to mess up. She kept her hand and nails going on his shaft whe  she noticed a bead of liquid at the top of the head. She leaned her face near his cock and looked up at him for approval or disapproval. He didn't seem to be paying as much attention to her as he was just laying back and enjoying it. She took a gamble and let her tongue dart out and lick the bead of liquid off. It was really bitter and salty. Her face scrunched up a little at the taste. She decided to just keep stroking him for now, but if he asked her to, she would use her mouth on him.

She decided to experiment a little while she was there. She figured it wouldn't hurt. She moved her other hand to his crotch to fondle and squeeze his balls, then waited on his response.

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Deep within the alcohol-sated and ecstasy-indulging recesses of Aznimal's brain a rational thought managed to surface. It dragged itself to the shore of his consciousness and was almost swept away by the wave of raw enjoyment her tongue brought out. It wouldn't be defeated so easily, and clung tightly to the shore. Once the wave passed, the thought shook itself off and stood.

Aznimal blinked and propped himself up on his elbows. He needed to do something, other than lie back and letting Æana do everything. Maybe not now, but definitely sometime. Definitely, something, sometime, check.

He sighed when she brought her other hand to his balls, closing his eyes and tilting his head back a little.

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Æana was pleased with herself for causing Aznimal to produce all these happy sounds. She decided that she would experiment a little, since he wasn't saying much. She let her tongue lick the head of his cock again, but this time keeping it there. She licked all around it before taking the whole head into her mouth, sucking softly while her hands kept doing what they had been doing. Her drunken mind was amazed at how well she was multi-tasking.

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Ah, that was nice.

His hand got the itching desire to run its fingers through her hair again, but this time he ignored it. Didn't want to mess up Æana's rythmn or anything. That would be bad, his hand could wait like a good lttle appendage.

Looking at the inside of his eyelids eventually started to bore him, so he opened his eyes and looked at Æana's head. He almost had to fight to keep his eyes open, every little sigh and groan made them want to slide closed again.

At least until a familiar tingle running up his shaft effectively nailed that reflexive twitch. He grinned widely and looked back down at Æana's head.

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Æana looked up at him and blushed when she met his eyes. Despite the alcohol, a bit of shyness returned to her and both hand and mouth left what they were doing. She crawled back up the bed to come face-to-face with him. She kissed his cheek a few times and kissed his neck. She kept him distracted like this while she slipped off her pants and let them fall to the floor on the pile of previously discarded clothes.

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Æana's distraction worked quite well - even if it hadn't worked Aznimal was far past the point of complaining what she was distracting him from seeing.

And this was just as good a chance as any to satisfy that one sturdy little bit of semi-rational thought. Aznimal ran a hand through Æana's hair and nibbled along her jawbone while she kissed his cheek. As she moved down to his neck he shifted up to her cheek and her eyebrow, slipping in a few kisses between the bites.

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Æana froze up when he started nibbling. Her body decided it was going to shut down and enjoy the feeling for a moment. Æana moaned, this time rather loudly. She craned her head back, letting her mouth slip away from him and giving him better access to her. Her body decided to let her move again after a few seconds, and she decided to voice something she had just thought after she removed her pants.

Æana: Aren't you a little over-dressed?