'I knew you were brainy,' Vince comments, when she says she was there doing a science thing.
He doesn't usually go for smart girls; not that there's anything wrong with intelligence, he just likes people who are more on his level. But Iman clearly has hit a balance of smart and fun, so that's all right.
'And a proper Casanova as well, nice.' Vince has had loads of improbable adventures, but basically none of them involve sex. If fucking a beautiful lady astronomer in a desert under the stars is Iman's idea of not a great story, her actually great stories must be wicked.
He shifts up a bit to let her shuck her blazer, appreciatively eyeing the shape of her under her t-shirt, and lets one of his hands skim up under the hem of it, resting against soft warm stomach and stroking over the convexity of her ribcage.
The fingers under his chin send another frisson of pleasure down his spine, and impulsively, he ducks his head to catch the tips of her index and middle fingers between his teeth, drawing them into his mouth to lave softly with his tongue.
'I don't have a list,' he laughs when he lets them go, butting his cheek up against her now slightly spitty hand like an invitation to get back involved with the hair. Howard probably has, Vince thinks. He's pretty sure Howard hasn't ever had sex, but he just reckons he's got a checklist of how he wants it to go the first time he does. Vince prefers to wing things.
'Dunno, I'm up for whatever, pretty much. It's all a bit of a laugh, innit? Unless you're into something seriously weird. What d'you like?'
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He doesn't usually go for smart girls; not that there's anything wrong with intelligence, he just likes people who are more on his level. But Iman clearly has hit a balance of smart and fun, so that's all right.
'And a proper Casanova as well, nice.' Vince has had loads of improbable adventures, but basically none of them involve sex. If fucking a beautiful lady astronomer in a desert under the stars is Iman's idea of not a great story, her actually great stories must be wicked.
He shifts up a bit to let her shuck her blazer, appreciatively eyeing the shape of her under her t-shirt, and lets one of his hands skim up under the hem of it, resting against soft warm stomach and stroking over the convexity of her ribcage.
The fingers under his chin send another frisson of pleasure down his spine, and impulsively, he ducks his head to catch the tips of her index and middle fingers between his teeth, drawing them into his mouth to lave softly with his tongue.
'I don't have a list,' he laughs when he lets them go, butting his cheek up against her now slightly spitty hand like an invitation to get back involved with the hair. Howard probably has, Vince thinks. He's pretty sure Howard hasn't ever had sex, but he just reckons he's got a checklist of how he wants it to go the first time he does. Vince prefers to wing things.
'Dunno, I'm up for whatever, pretty much. It's all a bit of a laugh, innit? Unless you're into something seriously weird. What d'you like?'