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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace's room is on the smaller side, or it could be that it just appears that way after her slight modifications. The bed, covered in an almost indecent number of quilts and comforters, has been shoved up against the wall at some point. Another corner is occupied with a desk practically snowed over with pages of semi-scientific type scribblings and notes. In a third corner, under the window so she can watch the exploding stars, is what was once an asture bench-type seat, but has been covered with so many blankets and pillows it looks rather comfy. Ace loses all momentum at the doorway and looks up at Tim nervously.

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*Tim lets his hands slide back down, then up, beneath her shirt. He's hesitant again, making sure this is okay with her. He's nervous, shaking slightly. He wants this so bad...but he doesn't want to ruin anything between them. He continues the bite however, because she seems to enjoy it.*

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Ace tenses, nervous again, but not scared. He's not hurting her... rather the opposite, really. And she is enjoying the bite, wondering how exactly it can feel so good. Well, wondering with the functioning braincells, anyway. The rest are on holiday. So she relaxes, and decides that turn about is only fair play, sliding the hand at his hip under the edge of his shirt, and up his back to better explore those muscles she found earlier.

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*Tim releases the bite, his eyes roling back at her touch. His back, well wiry, is also pretty scarred, as if he had been ina fire or something. His hands with the utmpst care and atention, lift her bra, slipping it upwards, above her chest. His hands caress the exposed flesh, softly, carefully. He'd heard nipples could be sensitive, he didn't want to hurt them.*

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Ace, on the other hand, is rather on the unscarred side... if only because the messes she tends to get into don't cause scars, generally. Not physical ones, anyway. She ghosts her hand up his back, frowning slightly at the damage she finds. Mentally, with the brain she's got left, she adds a yet-unnamed person to her list of people she wants to personally introduce to the joys of nitro. In a final sort of way.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*The person responsible for said scars has not met nitro. They have met Tim. Oooh, scary badass. He kisses her cheek, then kisses down her neck, to her shoulder blade, lightly nibbling. He like doing that. And then he tries an expierimental squeeze of the chest.*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She time-travels. She'll find a way. She's rather determined like that. Speaking of determination...
She's determined that she rather wants to kiss Tim, but can't if he's going to be nibbling like that. And while the nibbling is decidedly of the good, I believe I mentioned something about a determined Ace. She frees, awkwardly, the hand she had tangled in his hair and uses it to gently catch the side of his face as she ducks to kiss him fully.
Score one for Perivale.

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*Tim is no issue. It's more the fact that that universe doesn't exist anymore. Like i said, Tim, major badass.
And Tim is fine with that. He kisses her, deeply and passioantely, his hands quite happy where they are. Tim quite happy where he is. With only one question.
Whats Perivale?*

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Ace would like to respectfully state that she thinks Tim's ass is quite nice, actually.
She begins to trace idle patterns across Tim's shoulderblades as she does her best to see how long she can go without air. Thoughtfully, or what passes for thoughtfully at the moment, she catches Tim's lower lip between her teeth and nibbles, just a bit.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim would be more then willing to return the compliment. He is skinny geek.
Tim enjoys the nibbling. Tim likes ANYTHING she does to him.His hands are currently busy , seeing exactly what amount of pressure makes her happiest. He's gonna try something daring soon. He hopes she won't slap him.*

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She tries not to slap people she actually likes, and seeing Tim's gotten this far, she rather more than likes him.

And right there, her hands freeze as she gasps her brain shutting down entirely for a while, trembling under his hands.

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*Tim is never sure. For example, if he rammed his hands down her pants, she...well, she wouldn't slap him, she'd gutpunch him and stomp on his nuts, right?

Tim freezes, concerned.*

Ace? You all right?

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....
Not quite. It'd be decidedly more bloody.
...


Ace blinks, dazedly, attempting a restart on a brain that has ended business for the day.
"I think... I think this qualifies as more than 'all right'." She muses, stunned.

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*Tim sighs happily. Then proposes somethign that might get turned down.*

Uhm...maybe...uhm... you might want to take your shirt off and get more comfortable.

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Ace bites her lip, torn between being terribly flattered, and agreeing it'd be much more comfortable, and being embarassed, since she doesn't really think there's much to look at under there...
The point does seem moot, at the moment, doesn't it? Swallowing hard, since this does require a bit of courage on her part, she slips off the now-rumpled shirt, and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, giving Tim a shy sidelong look.

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*Tim gulps. *

tease.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Says the man who has his shirt on. Unfair advantage." she manages, though she's losing the battle of the blush.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim snaps his fingers. poof, no shirt. on him. Yup, the scars are all over his front too. Burns, gashes, claw marks, bite wounds.... He smiles at her, then traces the blush with a finger, as it makes it's way down.*

Easily accomplished.

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She shivers, and reaches over to run her fingers lightly against what looks to have been a particularly nasty gash at one point.
"Who did this?" She'd like a name to go with the death wish. It helps. Her eyes are sad, worried, bloody furious.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim looks away from her.*

I did.

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Worriedsadconfused she reaches out to turn his head back to face her, not letting him hide away. She doesn't say anything - she doesn't understand, and doesn't want to make things worse.

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I....

*Tim shakes his head.*

I don't remember if you were there. I got stuck outside of the bar for six years one night. Jumped to voer two hundred worlds, fighting evil versions of myself. It..left some damage.

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Ace considers this. She doesn't remember that, though it could possibly have happened while she was still freaking out over being in the bar in the first place. So many scars...
Very gently, she begins to kiss each scar, as if that could make things better, somehow.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim smiles watching her. His hands stray to her bra, tugging at it gently...*

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Oh, right, the bra. Ace had forgotten about it. It takes a bit of concentration to undo the hooks, but she manages to accomplish it without dislocating anything. She pulls it off, feeling decidedly defenseless at this point.

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*Tim stares, a smile creeping across his face.*

Wow.... perfect......

*And he lowers his head to one breast, looks up at her as if seeking permission...then takes the tip into his mouth, tongue dancing across it.*