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Hey, it's Pidge. Can't answer right now-- Rover quit it! --so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.
Rover, what did I say--?!?!

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[Pidge panics for half a second there, suddenly worried that she actually might have offended him by comparing him to a dog. But then she realizes that there's no hurt edge to his voice and just sighs, releasing that moment's tension and relaxing into his hold once more.] First of all, dogs aren't mindless. Certain breeds are very smart. [She then pulls herself back ever so slightly, just enough so she can meet his gaze with her own. Because she's giving him a very amused smirk and deeply rouged cheeks, since she absolutely thought back to that first night they all spent together.] Second of all, you've definitely licked me.

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Pretty sure chihuahuas aren't one of those breeds, but hey, I'm a sharpshooter, not a vet. What do I know?

[Nothing. That's what.]

Okay, well, point there, but you liked it.

[Peering back at her and her red cheeks, Lance smirks, dipping his head down to pressing his lips against the shell of her ear.]

I sure wasn't hearing anything but my name all those times I licked you. Kinda wanna hear it again.

[It's really not the time to let his hormones go buckwild, but the teasing is also a distraction. If Pidge pushes him away, he'll accept it for what it is. This time, Lance is really following her lead.]

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[The sad thing is, Pidge honestly tries to remember whether or not the chihuahua is one of the smarter breeds of dog. She's no vet either, unfortunately, and this is exactly the kind of thing that falls way outside of her realm of expertise. Which ends up being kind of irritating since she's used to knowing things. She ends up making a face, nose wrinkling as a show of that irritation, and she really wants to have a snarky response to that whole thing-- Except then Lance is back to talking about the things his mouth do, and his lips are brushing against her skin, and he's gotten extremely up close and personal, and Pidge's cheeks are back to being a flaming red. She doesn't push him away (perhaps against her better judgment), just tries to repress the little electric shudder that runs through her. And play off the hitch in her breath as the start of a chuckle.] I-- don't remember liking it. [Lies. She did.] I remember you liking it, among other things.

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Oh, I know I liked it. That's why I wanna hear it again.

[His hands slip under the back of her shirt, sliding against the smooth skin there and he chuckles as her shudder. For all Pidge likes to pretend, she's just as easy to heat up as he is and that's something Lance is learning rather quickly.]

Maybe I should try licking you again and see if it refreshes your memory? Then you can tell me if you liked it or not.

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[Apparently Pidge has not turned red enough for Lance. Because he's just made the color in her cheeks deepen, and in a way that's really upsetting. On the other hand it's very... not upsetting. It makes her fingers flex into the fabric of his shirt and her eyes start to list shut and this is all very, very rude. But she's still not pushing him away. In fact, she might be subtly tugging him closer. And arching slightly under his touch.] I say your name all the time, you horndog. And my memory is perfectly fine. [And that sure doesn't sound like a "no".]

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[Luckily for her, the room is rather dark and Lance is currently working on worrying a nice little hickey on her neck with the edges of his teeth so he can't really see how much of a tomato Pidge is transforming into.

In between nibbles, he laughs into her skin, knowing Pidge is just putting up another damn act because he can feel her pulling him closer.]

Yeah, but not like that. I wanna hear it like that again. And make sure that you remember things myself.

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[Her eyes are definitely shut now. And she also definitely seems to be easing herself onto her back, letting herself be pressed into the mattress and be left almost suspiciously vulnerable to anything Lance might try. But her mouth keeps running, even as her voice starts to grow breathless and weak.]

I think you're-- imagining things. [Besides the way her fingers start to slide up into his hair. That part is definitely not Lance's imagination.] I say your name the same way every time.

[More lies. But Pidge is not about to lose at a game of her own making, dammit. Lance will have to force that breathy desperate "Lance" out of her.]

[spacebaloney]

You're a shitty liar, Pidge.

[Feeling her nails against his scalp, Lance can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. It's obvious that he likes this sensation, something new to add to the long list of turn-ons he's discovering.]

You know damn well you have a certain way of saying it when my head's between your legs, sucking on your clit.

[How crude. But he's pretty sure Pidge isn't about to kick him out of her bed.]

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[The words send a fresh pulse of heat through her, blooming exactly between her legs because dammit Lance, how dare you remind her of such things. She ends up squirming beneath him, the leg she had hooked around his seeming to tug him tighter against her and that hand in his hair fisting around the short locks.] 'Scuse you. I'm-- a very good liar. [That would've sounded a lot more sure and confident if her breath hadn't hitched in the middle. And if she weren't starting to sound needier by the second.] You're-- distracting me.

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[Lance smiles against the curve of her shoulder as the feel of Pidge squirming under him. He's not the only one getting a reaction out of that so when Pidge pulls him closer, there's certainly someone poking her down below. And insistently so.

And if she's going to accuse him of such a crime like this, Lance is at least going to make sure he does sin the biggest sin he can possibly think of at this moment and slides his hands up the front of her shirt, cupping her breasts. He's still no dude with professional experience here, but he knows what he likes and that's the feel of her nipples on his palms.]

Distracting you from what?

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[There's a sharp inhale the moment Lance's fingers start to glide over bare skin and her body arches involuntarily into the touch. She must be extra needy today, desperate for that affection, sensitive to the warmth of Lance's hands. It's weird but she likes it, and her brain must have short-circuited for a second because she honestly can't understand why Lance thinks he's distracting her.] From.. uh... [It takes several seconds for the thought to come back to her - she's too busy enjoying the press of his hands on her chest and lips brushing her shoulder and the growing bulge between her legs - but when it does she lets out a frustrated curse. He's distracting her from her lies. That's not an answer that's going to fly.] From thinking clearly.

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[Deep down inside, Lance is just as needy. The affection is warm and welcoming and most of all, it feels safe. Like nothing else can hurt them like losing Hunk did. Not now, at least, when Lance continues to explore Pidge's body with his hands, thumb circling around stiffening nipples. This is comforting and somehow protective. The more he concentrates on making Pidge's voice hitch like that again, the less he'll think about the third person not in this room.]

Thinking clearly about your lies?

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[She lets out a soft groan as he brushes over her nipples, head lolling back and exposing more neck for Lance to get at if he wants to. Her other hand has come up to clutch at his shoulder and she has no idea when that happened but she's holding onto him like she's drowning and he's her only lifeline.] Thinking-- about your lies. [That kind of makes sense, right? Pidge can hardly tell anymore. What she does know is that the pleasure singing through her body is making it more and more difficult to think, and that she just wants Lance's body to envelop her like a warm, comforting blanket. She was hurting today - they both were - and somehow this feels like the best way to start healing.]

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[It would be so easy for Lance to just go for her neck this way, but when has he ever taken the easy way out of things?]

My lies, eh? [He moves away from her neck and then her breasts, working to get her pajama shirt up and over her head without having to stray too far away from Pidge.] Says the dwarf who claimed she was a very good liar five minutes ago.

[She can lie and claim he's a liar all she wants, but Lance knows the truth. And he knows exactly how she'll respond the moment he flicks the tip of his tongue across this buds then taking one whole in his mouth to suck gently.]

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[Pidge honestly doesn't even notice when her top comes off. Lance really was distracting her with the feel of his hands and his tongue, the slide of skin on skin... Really the next thing she's fully aware of is the feel of Lance's mouth closing over the peak of one breast and his tongue on overly sensitive skin. It's unfair that he knows this will get her to really start unraveling, gasping loudly as she claws a hand into his hair and wraps both legs around his body.] Ah- Fuck-- I am... a very good liar.. [Just not right now, clearly. And she may be losing the battle of keeping a level head here, but she's at least determined to hold off on moaning out his name the way he wants her to. He'll have to earn that, and she knows she'll enjoy making him work for it.]

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[Lance hums against the flesh in his mouth, lips curled into a disbelieving smirk before pulling off of Pidge with a soft pop.]

You're lying right now, sure, but it's still a shitty one that I know isn't true.

[He wonders how long she can keep this act up. After all, he's barely begun working his way across her body and right now, he slides a hand down her ribs and along her hip, slipping those long fingers under her waistband.]

You might as well give it up now, Katie. We all know I'm the winner here.

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[Oh but that's unfair. On top of the heat of his mouth and fingers on her skin he has to go and use her real name and it's just plain unfair. She always gets a stupid little thrill at hearing him call her 'Katie' and bringing it to the bedroom feels like cheating. But dammit all, she is not going to submit over that. She's too much of a troll and definitely way too stubborn in general to give Lance that satisfaction.] N-No. [She has to try to clear her throat and quickly wet her lips to try to get rid of that needy tremor in her voice. Don't mind the way her hips buck up ever so slightly to give him more room to slip past her underwear.] I'm-- not losing that easy...