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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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[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...