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Chaucer's, Late Afternoon/Evening [NWS]

Feeling as though, with all of the excitement lately, he's been neglecting his work, Geoff puts out the 'OPEN' sign and pushes his worktable over to where he can be seen through the window.

[OOC: Open to anyone at all to stop by -- Geoff has been very bad about opening the shop lately!]

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Loz's free hand snapped out and pushed hard against the chair so it wouldn't crash into Geoff's back, sending it to collide with the wall.

With Geoff practically in his lap, Loz released his wrist and wrapped his arm around Geoff's waist to keep him pulled close to his body. "You okay?"

Wide-eyed from the adrenaline rush, Geoff shakes slightly as he laughs under his breath.

"Well. That was embarassing."

"Not as embarrassing as if you had tipped over completely," Loz said softly. He was smiliing and his arm hadn't moved from around Geoff's waist. In fact, both arms now held Geoff close.

"Not as painful, either." Geoff voice is soft as well, and the arm that Loz had released is draped lightly over the man's shoulder.

It was no effort at all. Geoff was there, so close, he wasn't moving away and how could Loz pass up the opportunity?

There was no asking this time, no waiting...Loz dove forward and crushed his mouth to Geoff's in a demanding kiss.

Not as surprised as he might have liked to claim, Geoff slides his hands across Loz's shoulders, one of them moving up into his hair.

The moan started low in his chest, vibrating up into the back of his throat. Loz shifted on the floor to keep his balance on his knees and heels and pulled Geoff further until the other man was fully straddling his hips.

His body thrummed in tension, tight with need that coursed through him. Loz pressed on, feeling the movement of Geoff's mouth beneath the onslaught of his, the sharp taste of agressiveness on his tongue.

Gasping slightly as Loz shifts beneath him, Geoff lets his full weight rest on the man, intent on the kiss. So many things have been building toward this, and he's desperate to finally have some kind of release.

Reciprocity ...it was a start. Loz's higher brain shut down after that and the secondary one took over. His hips flexed and lifted under Geoff as a sign of what he wanted.

He wanted this man. Right then, on the floor, against the wall, over the table...all of the above, didn't matter as long as he was buried in Geoff's body and soon.

The moan expressed as a growl and Loz only reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. His eyes were dark and fixed on Geoff, watching the man's expression for further indication and direction.

Breathing heavily, Geoff returns Loz's gaze. Emotions rushing from desire to embarassment to uncertainty, he hesitates for a brief moment, and then places his hands behind Loz's head and pulls him in for another kiss.

Before the man has time to respond, however, he pulls back quickly. "Window," he whispers.

"Door," Loz added with a grin. "Unless you like audiences." He didn't allow Geoff to get away from another hungry, but brief, kiss.

"Take me to your room," Loz whispered against Geoff's jaw, his mouth finding quick access to his neck to scrape his teeth lightly over a pulse point.

Geoff moans softly, then stands and pulls Loz with him. "Upstairs."

On his feet, Loz croweded Geoff again, stealing one more kiss before breaking away.

Once he released Geoff, he started toward the stairs. He hesitated at the bottom before moving swiftly up, taking two at a time and waiting on the top landing for Geoff.

Moving a little more slowly, and trying very hard to regain some semblance of composure, Geoff quickly throws the bolt on the door and then follows up the stairs behind Loz.

When he reaches the top, he slides his hand around the other man's neck and kisses him.

Loz wrapped his arms around Geoff and pulled them both until he was against the wall. Behind Geoff's back, he stripped off his gloves, allowing the leather to fall to the floor. There was an electrical whine and lisp, followed by the sounds of a mechanical catch. Dual Hound slipped from his forearm to land on the floor behind Geoff.

His hands free, they stroked down Geoff's back, fingers grabbing at material to expose the man down to bare skin. He slipped a thigh between Geoff's legs and lifted to press and rub against him.

Moaning, Geoff presses against the other man and lays a trail of wet kisses down his neck. His hands are between their bodies, pressed flat against Loz's chest.

Whispering in Loz's ear, he says, "Bed's in the next room."

With a grin, he waved his hand indicating to Geoff to lead the way, his fingers flying over clasps on his chest to start losing the leather strapped over him.

Geoff places one last urgent kiss on Loz's mouth, pressing hard against him. Then he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair, backing away from Loz and into the bedroom.

The look he gave Geoff could only be described as hungry. Prowling behind him, Loz stooped long enough to grab Dual Hound and his gloves, only to drop them inside the bedroom door.

The rest of his leather fell beside it leaving his chest bare. Unstrapping his gun and tossing it on top of the heap, his heel caught the bedroom door to slam it shut with a resounding thud.

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