[And he rattles off his address to the cab driver, adding in little details like the graffiti on the building just beside his place, and the really good sushi bar two streets away. And then at some point...]
[Much as she likes the sound of his voice, he's getting a bit too chatty. There's only so much she can take and the warmth of his body next to hers isn't helping. Grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him toward her, she leans in and presses her lips to his, effectively shutting up. She can taste the wine on his tongue as she deepens the kiss, seeking to steal his breath. When she finally pulls away to breathe, her words come out in a gasp.]
[He blinks for a moment. If he was stunned when she leaned in, he's shocked when she kisses him, wine on her breath and tongue, but not shocked enough that he can't return the kiss. When she finally breaks away, he huffs out a short, breathless laugh.]
Maybe I need to keep talking, if you'll shut me up like that. [Then he leans forward to kiss her again, hand coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]
[Looping her arms around him, she encourages the way his lips move over hers. Her hands wander over his back for a bit before settling on his shoulders and exerting a gentle pressure to shove him down against the vinyl seat. Might as well try to gain the upper hand. She has to hand it to the driver for not raising a fuss. They're probably not the first particularly passionate pair he's had in his backseat.]
[The poor cab driver's plight is the farthest thing from Robb's mind right now. No, right now, he's much more focused on kissing her, the hand not on her nape moving to her back as he nibbles on her lip.]
[With his touch drifting down, she moves over him to press against his lips more fully, making her dress hike up in the process. If she still had half the sense she had when she was sober, she'd be glad that the streets are mostly dark. Otherwise, anyone peering into the cab would end up getting quite an eyeful. She doesn't care for modesty as she relishes the scrape of his teeth on her lip, returning it in kind. Aggression meets aggression as they both unleash their frustration in lust.]
[If he had any sense at all, he'd be backing off already, reminding himself of the last time he'd done this with her, and of how poorly that one went. As it is, though, he's too far gone to even think about it.
And then the cab comes to an abrupt stop, and they both go toppling to the floor.]
[She lands on her back and he ends up right on top of her. Her voice comes out a bit muffled from under him.]
Pay the man. You can bill me later.
[Definitely the alcohol talking. She hasn't cared so little about money since before she lost her fortune. Right now, all she wants is to get them both out of their clothes. The sooner they get to his apartment, the better.]
["This is your stop, right?" the driver asks, and Robb pulls himself up to a less horizontal position and back up on the seat to hand the driver some money, and then open the cab door.]
w/e not too late for me to use this eff the police
[Once they're both out, she doesn't hesitate to pick up where they left off, grabbing him by the shirt collar and kissing him all the way to the door and into the elevator. Going up. She'll leave it to him to remember which floor they should be stopping at.]
[She's lucky he does remember his floor, though his fumbling results in pressing two other buttons besides. Oh, well--it isn't like anyone's going to use the elevator at this time of night. He kisses back, matching her ferocity and lust with his own.]
[By the time they get to his apartment, she's already unbuttoned his shirt, ready to push it off his shoulders. She breaks away from him for a second, letting him fumble for his keys so he can get in. So they're really doing this? Again?
Seems like it.
It's no crime to seek comfort from the harsh onslaught they're facing, is it? Despite all their responsibilities, they're still two dumb twentysomethings at heart.]
[They're doing it again, apparently, and they've gone too far to stop now. He fumbles for his keys, manages to get them both inside, and then, once he's closed the door, pushes her up against the wall to crush his lips against hers.]
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[And he rattles off his address to the cab driver, adding in little details like the graffiti on the building just beside his place, and the really good sushi bar two streets away. And then at some point...]
...and they've got the best--
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Sometimes, you talk too much.
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Maybe I need to keep talking, if you'll shut me up like that. [Then he leans forward to kiss her again, hand coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]
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And then the cab comes to an abrupt stop, and they both go toppling to the floor.]
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Pay the man. You can bill me later.
[Definitely the alcohol talking. She hasn't cared so little about money since before she lost her fortune. Right now, all she wants is to get them both out of their clothes. The sooner they get to his apartment, the better.]
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["This is your stop, right?" the driver asks, and Robb pulls himself up to a less horizontal position and back up on the seat to hand the driver some money, and then open the cab door.]
w/e not too late for me to use this eff the police
the police are assholes anyway
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Seems like it.
It's no crime to seek comfort from the harsh onslaught they're facing, is it? Despite all their responsibilities, they're still two dumb twentysomethings at heart.]
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