[ The question catches Reggie off-guard, his brain currently only capable of very basic and mostly instinctual functions, so it takes him a few seconds to process Gwen spoke, what she said, what the words mean. He just wants to keep kissing, dammit, not talk.
He exhales slowly, trying to catch his breath a bit. ]
I dunno... rock, pop, hip hop, that kinda thing. Why?
[ Despite the question, Reggie tries to catch her mouth again in another kiss, squeezing her ass a bit as he continues encouraging the mounting friction of her hips grinding down and his hips rocking upward. He's a bit hard by now, which he hopes isn't too obvious, but... well, he doesn't care that much. Even if they don't go any further -- which is what he assumes, he's not expecting more -- it's the obvious consequence of any form of high contact heavy petting. ]
[ so basically everything but country and heavy metal? is what she would have quipped if he hadn't kissed her, but. y'know. being kissed again isn't a bad thing. she's trying to keep herself in check, maybe, like they can mostly make out but maybe talk a bit and that'll stop her from dragging him to her room. not that she's desperate for it, but maybe she's a tiny bit desperate for that mind-shutting-up business.
he grabs her ass and her back arches, because. well. yeah. she knows she has a nice butt, that's just one of those things all spider-totems seem to have, but she does wonder if they all also like having it, y'know, squeezed and whatever else. likes being held onto like that. it's like, kinda dirty, especially when she grinds down against him, and it's absolutely the best kind of dirty too. makes her moan a little into their kiss ]
I'm just into music. [ it makes her smile against his mouth, but it's the truth ] I don't know, I usually at least vaguely know the people I'm making out with. [ she's still moving her ass on his lap though so like really how much is she behaving here? she leans back a little bit ( still moving, that.. won't stop for a bit ), pushing his hair back and watching his curls get a little messed up from it. hah. she might really like messing up his hair ] Unless you like being the mystery guy I accidentally sent a sexy picture to? I won't judge.
[ Oh, country too, but he's more reluctant to admit that on the first not-date, as Reggie finds it just slightly embarrassing. At least, he doesn't want to give people the impression that he's some kind of a backwoods farmboy hick, especially people he wants to...
Get to know more. Maybe.
Reggie tightens his hold on her, squeezing her again in a deliberate, fond sort of way; slow, appreciative, not necessarily chasing more. Open to more, but not chasing it. Gwen's butt is quite satisfying enough to fondle on its own. ]
Are you sure that's not what you're into? Cuz it doesn't have to stay a mystery. [ He grins a bit into their kiss. ] My name's Reggie.
[ Whether or not he's already told her that before -- he can't remember -- is besides the point; the point is that he's okay with getting to know her, and not necessarily just vaguely. Reggie pulls her closer, against his lap, indulging in the stimulation of friction between their grinding hips. It'll get a bit uncomfortable soon, the harder he gets inside his jeans, but for now it's fine.
I'm not, I'm not, I swear- I asked about the music, remember? [ the suggestion makes her laugh though, a little breathless. because kissing and talking and laughing is hard ] I'm Gwen. [ she kisses him again, twice, maybe three times. ] It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Reggie.
[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
[ Reggie laughs a little anyway into the kiss, squeezing her ass as he responds: ]
Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]
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[ The question catches Reggie off-guard, his brain currently only capable of very basic and mostly instinctual functions, so it takes him a few seconds to process Gwen spoke, what she said, what the words mean. He just wants to keep kissing, dammit, not talk.
He exhales slowly, trying to catch his breath a bit. ]
I dunno... rock, pop, hip hop, that kinda thing. Why?
[ Despite the question, Reggie tries to catch her mouth again in another kiss, squeezing her ass a bit as he continues encouraging the mounting friction of her hips grinding down and his hips rocking upward. He's a bit hard by now, which he hopes isn't too obvious, but... well, he doesn't care that much. Even if they don't go any further -- which is what he assumes, he's not expecting more -- it's the obvious consequence of any form of high contact heavy petting. ]
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he grabs her ass and her back arches, because. well. yeah. she knows she has a nice butt, that's just one of those things all spider-totems seem to have, but she does wonder if they all also like having it, y'know, squeezed and whatever else. likes being held onto like that. it's like, kinda dirty, especially when she grinds down against him, and it's absolutely the best kind of dirty too. makes her moan a little into their kiss ]
I'm just into music. [ it makes her smile against his mouth, but it's the truth ] I don't know, I usually at least vaguely know the people I'm making out with. [ she's still moving her ass on his lap though so like really how much is she behaving here? she leans back a little bit ( still moving, that.. won't stop for a bit ), pushing his hair back and watching his curls get a little messed up from it. hah. she might really like messing up his hair ] Unless you like being the mystery guy I accidentally sent a sexy picture to? I won't judge.
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Get to know more. Maybe.
Reggie tightens his hold on her, squeezing her again in a deliberate, fond sort of way; slow, appreciative, not necessarily chasing more. Open to more, but not chasing it. Gwen's butt is quite satisfying enough to fondle on its own. ]
Are you sure that's not what you're into? Cuz it doesn't have to stay a mystery. [ He grins a bit into their kiss. ] My name's Reggie.
[ Whether or not he's already told her that before -- he can't remember -- is besides the point; the point is that he's okay with getting to know her, and not necessarily just vaguely. Reggie pulls her closer, against his lap, indulging in the stimulation of friction between their grinding hips. It'll get a bit uncomfortable soon, the harder he gets inside his jeans, but for now it's fine.
He moves one hand up her shirt, slowly. ]
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[ she thinks she's super funny
but it doesn't matter much either way because she's not giving him time to laugh, or not laugh, she's leaning back in to kiss him properly. she makes a little sound when she feels his hand under her shirt, but it's definitely not bad and she's definitely not moving away from it. normally she has no patience - impulsive is her worst trait, isn't it? - but maybe she wants to see how he plays this. hard to get isn't usually her MO, but maybe she's curious if he'll get bold here, take the lead a bit. she gets a little more bold herself, her hand being a little less gentle in his hair now, gripped at the back near the crown of his head. still not pulling, but she's holding on, slowly adding more to the rocking her hips, like she wants to get out of these jeans now.
and if he doesn't move things along, she'll just do it herself. she's curious to see what he wants to try to get away with here, but not that patient. ]
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Likewise.
[ And then gets back on task, cupping his hand over one of her breasts and leaning pressure softly against it with the heel of his hand before making any efforts to get under her bra-- not yet.
He groans against her mouth when she starts digging harder into his hair, grinding harder against his lap, and pulls her close to kiss more deeply before he rolls them over, laying Gwen down on the couch while he leans over her, still kissing with increasing messy impatience. He's still hard, pressed against her through the layers of both their jeans, but that's less urgent to him now that she's not sitting on it; now they have space to do a lot more.
Reggie breaks away from her mouth, tipping Gwen's chin gently so he can kiss her jaw and down her neck. ]