PSL Overflow Part 2

[loistheintrepid]

For TFLN overflow, etc.

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[loistheintrepid]

[ Continued from here]

[ Lois has managed to sober up just a little since the first text she'd sent him, thankfully enough. The taquitos are in the oven and she's wrapped up in a robe, chugging down a bottle of water before she hears the knock on the door.

She opens it, flashing him a grin. ]

You're quick.

[red_peril]

"Hi," He had barely knocked on the door when she answered it. Smiling, he held out the paper bag to her containing the two liter bottle of vodka. Illya was quite tall. At almost two meters tall, he was just at the right height to bang his head on most door frames. "Uh... I have very long legs, so I walk fast."

[loistheintrepid]

Her lips spread into a grin and she takes the bottle, letting him inside. God, he’s tall. Like, really tall. And she’s already about 5’8” without shoes on.

“Cool,” she says, heading towards the kitchen as she opens the bottle.

“Taquitos will be ready in like 15 minutes.”

[red_peril]

Illya follow her inside, "They smell good. You have nice place." He looked around as he followed her into the kitchen.

[loistheintrepid]

“You smell good,” she shoots back. Okay, when’s still a little tipsy probably.

“You drink it straight, or on ice, or what?” She pops the bottle open, grabbing some glasses.

[red_peril]

"Uh, thank you," Illya said leaning against the kitchen counter. It seemed like she had already indulged a bit before he arrived. That could have been why he'd received the strange and alluring text. "Americans like to mix it with things. Russians drink it straight. If you keep bottle in your freezer, you don't need ice."

[loistheintrepid]

She grins, pouring them two glasses and adding some ice before sticking the bottle in the freezer.

“Compromise,” she offers, handing him his glass before clinking them together. “To... taquitos, I guess.”

[red_peril]

He accepted the glass with ice, "That works. Na Zdorovie. Or for taquitos... Salud." Illya took a drink of it. The ice was strange. But he could compromise.

[loistheintrepid]

“Na... vz... zvarovski,” she manages, grinning and taking a drink. She considers him a moment, thoughtful. “Honestly? Kind of surprised you’re here.”

[red_peril]

He chuckled at her pronunciation. It was not the worst he'd heard. "Na zda-ROVE-yeh," he pronounced it slowly. "Is cheers in Russian." Illya took another drink. "Why are you surprised?"

[loistheintrepid]

“Na... do... ROVE... ya,” she attempts, laughing and taking another sip of her drink. She shrugs at his question, canting her head at him. “When you drunk text someone, it’s not often they immediately take you up on the offer.”

[red_peril]

"Well, free food offered by beautiful woman," he said. "Let alone the other part of the offer, how could I resist?"

[loistheintrepid]

She laughs, taking another sip of her drink.

“So you DO know what a boner is.”

[red_peril]

"Yes, I know what boner is," he almost couldn't keep a straight face while saying it.

[loistheintrepid]

She grins, grabbing some plates from the cupboard and pulling the taquitos out of the oven to cool.

“I thought it was more than Mexican food that got you here in record time.”

[red_peril]

"OK, I admit. Free food and sex offered by beautiful woman." Illya said, "Mexican food is not that big incentive actually."

[ooc: I forgot to mention, did you want 1963 movie version or AU modern version? Either way, he doesn't eat a lot of Mexican food.]

[loistheintrepid]

She laughs at that, taking the tray of taquitos and putting them on the plate between them before hopping up to sit on the counter.

“Then maybe we should skip them. Get right to the good stuff.”

[ Modern AU is good! ]

[red_peril]

"Why not? They will be too hot to eat right now anyway," he agreed. Illya set down his empty glass and moved to stand between her knees his hands around her waist. She was so tiny and beautiful.

[ooc: cool. He will be covered in Russian mob tattoos. She may find them very interesting. For description of them see: https://red-peril.dreamwidth.org/2174.html]

[loistheintrepid]

She smiles and straightens as he moves towards her, spreading her legs a bit to give him room and slipping her arms over his shoulders.

"Convenient," she murmurs, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

[ ooc: Oooh, cool! ]

[red_peril]

"Da, it is," He grinned and leaned down a little just to kiss her. Having her sitting on the counter put her at exactly at the right height.

[loistheintrepid]

She chuckles, tugging him in by the collar to deepen the kiss. Her hands slip down to pulling his shirt up his stomach.

[red_peril]

He hummed into the kiss as she pulled up his shirt. "Do you want to move over to the couch where it might be more comfortable?" he asked when their lips parted.

[loistheintrepid]

She nods, cheeks flushed as she smiles up at him. Her hands splay over the flat of his stomach, her legs hooking over his hips.

“You take us there. I’ll get this off.” She hooks an arm over his shoulder as her free hand tugs his belt open.

[red_peril]

"OK," Illya slid his hands around her waist and lifted her easily from the counter. Trying to be careful so he didn't knock anything over in the kitchen, he made his way out to the living room. The couch looked comfortable enough. Rather than setting her down on it, he turned around and sat down with her in his lap. "Much better, don't you think?" hes said, leaning in to kiss her again.

[loistheintrepid]

Her eyes light up as he lifts her with ease, grinning as she straddles his hips on the couch. Grinding down a little playfully on him, she tugs open his belt and starts to undo his pants.

“Very,” she murmurs softly, kissing down his jaw. Her lips trace the faint scar on his neck, eyes trailing down his neck at the vast array of tattoos.