Sixth Slay [Accidental Video] Run that Girl Over

[whattingawhat]

[The video camara flickers on. At first it's just a waist level shot. There's a slayer clad in jeans tucked into a pair of camel colored knee high boots. After a moment the camera angle changes as Buffy sets the camera off to the side. She's rocking the flow-ey, wavey, movie star hair. She's standing at the outer barrier of the clock looking up at it and there's someone beside her. A little study shows that it's a_bad_guy. Buffy tilts her head and tosses the scythe up lightly in the air then catches it.]

So there's Plan A or Plan B. Plan A is---really there's just plan B. We hit it really hard until it breaks.

[ooc:Action is locked to Eliot. Buffy set her device down behind her and didn't realize it was on so the entire interaction with Eliot and the clock will be broadcast. All replies will come from post-trying-to-kill-the-clock. This has been run by mods]

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[a-bad-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah Rocky... right there." He canted his head to the side, letting her go on his neck. He probably should use her real name at some point. But... he wasn't really worried about it right now. Right now he was green light full speed ahead, hot chick, buzzed and wanting to play around and let off some steam.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

When he tilts his head up, Buffy breathes against his skin, lips trailing up his neck to press a kiss just below his jaw then she grins and nips the curve of his neck again, a little harder this time. She tugs the tee shirt Eliot is wearing up his body a bit as her hands slid up his chest. She presses one hand, palm flat against his chest just over his heart. She pauses to bury her nose in the crook of his neck, kisses his skin and then pulls back to meet his gaze directly before catching his mouth in a hard kiss. She tugs at his tee shirt with one hand, making what she wants terribly clear.

[a-bad-guy.livejournal.com]

His breath heavy with lust, he unbuttons her pants and flirts with the waist of her panties, his fingers dipping just inside. One hand tugs her shirt up along her spine and really, if he could he'd rip it off. At this angle it'd be hard to do though. When her lips meet his again, his lips part and add to it, silently asking for more with both teeth and tongue and an added degree of passion. "I want you." He whispers against her lips. Even though the words were quiet, there was a rough edge of need to them.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Oh there was so much mutual wanting. Really. And his words banish every 'we shouldn't be doing this' thought in her head. Buffy pulls away long enough to pull her shirt up over her head and toss it to the floor. It's quick, really too quick for a human and then she's kissing him again all teeth and tongues and desperate kisses. Impatience gets the best of her and with a flick of her wrist she does rip his shirt off. Oh look it comes off a lot easier now.

Her hands are all over his skin and she rocks her hips a bit, pushing against his finger. "You have to stay the night. I don't like waking up alone when I go to sleep with someone."

It's an old issue and one she's not willing to give on. That moment of panic she has on waking is a crappy way to start a day.

[a-bad-guy.livejournal.com]

He thought to make some smart-ass quip about no one saying anything about sleep. But he really didn't want to quit kissing her, not at the moment. He mumurs an 'mm-hmm' against her lips as he continues to kiss her. The hand in her pants dips lower. And the other hand smooths up her back, now bare so that he can touch her skin. For this? Yeah. Yeah, he'd stay until morning.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Buffy takes that for agreement to her conditions and she shifts, pushing her body away, her mouth still occupied with his. She manages to wiggle out of her jeans then rejoins him on the bed, straddling his hips and pressing up against him again. She hands rest at the waistband of his pants for a few seconds before she starts unbuttoning them.