words so { slick } ----- * / regan

[ashton mitchell brindle]

strip uno was never a good idea, especially when there was no drinking involved. it wasn't like regan wasn't incredibly attractive, because she most certainly was, but ashton knew how things like this always ended up. they would end up being naked by the end of this game, and then the only thing that could happen after that was sex. of course he wouldn't object to that. after all, he was a guy and it was the guy kind of thing to want to do things like that, and regan was more than qualified for his standards, but they weren't dating and it didn't feel right to do anything like that with a girl he didn't have feelings for. but then again, maybe he was feeling something for her. after all he was completely baffled when it came to girls and romantic feelings -- the two just simply did not mix well one bit. he figured she'd come onto him tonight if she felt feelings for him, otherwise he'd try to forget any type of romantic relationship with her that ever could have possibly existed. it may have seemed impossible to anyone who knew of his last relationship with kat, but no matter how much they discouraged him, he would always ignore them and act as if he could forget about feelings for just about anyone he wanted to, almost like it was as easy as the 123's or the abc's.

but the brown haired boy had other issues to maul over at the moment. he was losing terribly at a game, and it seemed luck was just not having him tonight, and he wasn't having it, either. he was already slightly upset because last time around she had told him to take off his jacket, and this time he could only assume the next thing that would come off was his shirt.

bullocks,

[/i] he grumbled as he stared first at his jacket that was thrown onto his sofa, and then his hand of cards. of course, lucky little him had already lost his jacket last round, and it seemed something else would have to go now because he was never good at card games and he blamed it all on his rotten luck. honestly, this is why ashton never got into poker and gambling: it just wouldn't end well (for him anyways) and a lot of money would be lost.

needless to say though, ashton was getting a little angry that he was the only one removing his clothes and there regan was, perfectly dressed and sitting across from him. okay, so what is it now?[/i] as his face flushed red with frustration and a tiny little vein on his arm bulged from his pinkish flesh. a hand reached for the bottom of his shirt and slowly began to lift it up, revealing the tight expanse of his abdomen, which sported a healthy (and very yummy looking) six pack. he grinned mischievously as his green eyes wandered once more over to where regan sat. i think you should take a layer off just because i said so.[/i] he arched a thick brow and tilted his head slightly as he stared her down, sort of hoping for her to strip like the game insisted while the rational side of him told his heart to stop beating so fast and prevented his mind from going to a dirty place.


she was, after all, just a friend. ashton quickly retracted back into the couch cushions and closed his eyes while turning his face up to the ceiling. i don't think it's fun that i'm the one losing all the clothes,[/i] he added as an afterthought, hoping that it would save him from his previous statement, but he soon realized that it would only make things worse. luckily for him, ford stirred in his bedroom and was soon walking into the living room, his eyes watching regan and ashton carefully before he jumped up onto ash's lap. the boy grinned and stroked the canine's back gently, tracing along the long spine that was traditional to his favorite breed of dog: the dachshund.

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[regan lilly costello]

Regan still wasn't quite sure why her gaydar hadn't gone off when she had first met Ashton. He was gorgeous, that much was for sure, and he seemed like he was straight when she'd met him. But she knew there was no way that he could be when he'd finally taken her home and then things got to the point where they were going to have sex and the man had wanted to cuddle. What man in his right mind just wanted to cuddle when they had a woman such as Regan in their bed? She hadn't been able to understand it when she'd met him, and she understood even less why she had decided to spend the night anyway.

The red head wasn't a cuddler, she wasn't the sort of girl that wanted to snuggle up to someone. Even with her husband she didn't really like it, but, she supposed that she had just been drunk enough that night. Even if that didn't explain why the next morning she had decided to stick around instead of getting up and leaving the moment that she'd woken up. Fact of the matter was that she had run away from having those kinds of mornings. She had left her husband behind because she wasn't ready to be domesticated. Yet, she'd hung around. She'd eaten breakfast with him. And everything that was included in that.

She'd learned one thing if nothing else upon staying there that morning. That Ashton really was a sweet guy, and that it was alright to have a guy friend that you didn't sleep with. Especially if they were gay. From that morning forward she had been convinced of this fact.

So when Ash had invited her over to play strip uno. Something she'd never heard of in her life but fuck she was more than willing to try. Even if it seemed a little strange. She'd been expecting other people to be there too, but nope, it was just her and Ash, another thing that didn't quite add up in all this mix. Maybe he was just curious about what being straight would be like. She wasn't about to give herself a headache about the whole thing. Instead she'd just gotten dressed in a couple layers -a dress, slip, bra and panties, leggings, boots, and a jacket to be exact- and then made her way over to his home with a smile on her lips.

They were a bit into the game at that point and he was losing, much to her pleasure because damn he was not anything bad to look at if she did say so herself. A laugh left her lips as he cursed and she raised one of those brows of hers. "Gettin pissy there beautiful?" she spoke in teasing tones then as soon as he had to draw a card she smirked as he pulled off his shirt seeming more than aware on what she was going to ask to leave his body before she could even say it.

Now to say that she was a bit shocked by what she saw was an understatement. Eyes grew wide for a moment and her jaw hung open as she just oggled him. The woman cleared her throat before tearing that shameless stare away from his body and she ran her fingers through her hair. "Well, I think that wouldn't be fair that I need to lose clothing just because you aren't very good at this game. You're the one that suggested it sugar plum. Now it's only fair that you play it right," she said with a teasing expression. "Then again, it is kinda warm in here," she commented off handedly before taking off her jacket and tossing it onto the couch.

Seemed that she had done that a bit sooner than she needed to because when she looked at her cards then at the pile a pout took over her lips. "Damn," she muttered before drawing a card. "Alright, what am I losing mister?" she spoke in an almost purring tone her blues locking on his greens for a brief moment. He really did have the most beautiful eyes that she'd seen on a man in a very long time.

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[ashton mitchell brindle]

ashton stared at her, trying his best to contain the grin that was surely about to tear away at his lips. he had tried his best to maintain a serious face when she was lecturing him. he casually kept stroking ford as he stared down at his hand of cards, ignoring regan for a moment. if he played his cards right (literally) and she was unlucky the rest of the game, she'd be stripped down in no time.

but was that wrong of him to think like that? wasn't that degrading to her if he only saw the surface, and not the true beauty within? what the hell was he even talking about, dignity and all of that shit; she willingly came over after he tossed the idea of strip uno around, so clearly she was after something.

of course, letting his mind touch that subject was a very dangerous thing to do. it was thoughts like those that made him think things that were venturing far from the truth. and although he wouldn't act like he saw her staring at him when he took his shirt off, he did. that's all it took for him to get the wrong (or maybe it was the right one) idea. he got up slowly and walked across the room, casually stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he stood next to her. he peered over at the top of her head and chuckled softly, rolling his green eyes. up, he said shortly, pulling her up into a standing position. his hands found the bottom of her dress. being the cheeky fellow he was, all he could do was grin and stare down at her before actually speaking, you should've worn more than just a dress.

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and that brought up another point. who wore a dress to a stripping game? obviously a person who wanted to get naked quickly. then again, he had no idea how many layers were underneath that dress of hers, all he knew was that it was coming off and she obviously wanted it to. and in ashton's mind, that could only mean that she wanted him, but in an on sexual way although she had failed to prove that the night before.

as nonchalantly as ever, ash began slipping the fabric up her thighs in an attempt to clarify his request for what was supposed to come off now that she was losing. but he just didn't want her to take it off, he wanted to take it off himself. his hands traveled up her body as they clenched her dress, taking a few inches with them at a time until the article of clothing was finally over her head and tossed carelessly behind him. he looked down at her instantly, expecting a teasing view at bra, but he was greeted instead with a slip. he rolled his eyes and shook his head before walking backwards and falling back into his seat, picking up his cards and setting one down on the pile. you're not supposed to dress in layers, either.[/i]

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[regan lilly costello]

Ashton was a mystery to her in a way that she couldn't describe. Of course, she had only been gathering an understanding of men in the past months that she'd been in this town, but the point still stood, she couldn't figure him out. He was different than the other men that she'd slept with. The handful or so of one night stands that had taught her that a lot of what men wanted was to get their rocks off and never see the girl again. He was different. He'd had every opportunity in the world to sleep with her the first night that they'd met and he hadn't. Something that she still didn't quite understand. Though, what was transpiring between the two of them was most certainly throwing a wrench in her theory that he was gay.

Regan would be an idiot to say that Ash wasn't an attractive man, just the sort of man that she would have no problem having her way with if only given the chance. During the time she'd spent with him, though, that wasn't spent thinking of him sexually, she'd grown to like him as a person. They could talk, they could hang out, they could watch a movie and simply just cuddle up to one another. What Ash had been giving her in the weeks of knowing him was so much more than she was looking for when it came to men, but she couldn't find it in herself to deny him. It had to be because she hadn't slept with him, that was the conclusion that she'd come to. There was no other explanation.

A smirk pulled onto her lips when he moved over towards her and it took all that she had not to reach out a set of lithe fingers and touch his abs. Especially when he got so close to her. Regan stood and locked her eyes on his after they trailed up that bared torso finding the view of it so close to be a bit of a tease. And then a curious look took her features over. She let out a small giggle at his words, if only he knew that she had prepared for this game more than she was sure he had.

Then his fingers were taking hold of her dress and her breath caught in her throat. That was....well, it was unexpected to say the least. And not in a bad way either. Maybe there was a reason that her gaydar hadn't gone off when she'd met him. Maybe he really wasn't as gay as she'd first thought he was, because the way that he pulled off that dress, was in a way that held far more practice than the would've expected. Or maybe he was a cross-dresser.

No, that couldn't be it. All thoughts of him being gay went away as soon as she saw the look of disappointment on his features when eyes went to take in the form of her body and were greeted with only the sight of a slip. "Oh, well, you didn't really explain the rules to me before we got into this," she spoke in teasing tones and then took a seat crossing one leg over the other. Eyes went to look at her cards and then at the pile before a pout moved onto her features. "Well...this isn't cool," she muttered before drawing a card and then finding that it was one that she could play so she laid it down. "I'm not sure if that means I'm still losing another piece of clothing or not, mind clearing that up for me?" she spoke her tone back to the lusty purr as she looked over at him setting her cards down and more than a little ready to get rid of another piece of clothing if that was indeed what he claimed was how the game went.

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[ashton mitchell brindle]

she was just enjoying this all too much, and ashton realized that when she inquired about drawing but still being able to lay a card. he arched a brow and scratched his chin for a moment, pretending to think out an answer although he had one thought up as soon as she had brought it up. there was no doubt in his mind that she was crushing on him. it wasn't because of those little signs that most normal guys would see, but because she was acting all seductive towards him. after all, in ashton's world, no one had sex with anyone unless they were dating.

well, he began, looking her over one last time before leaning over and propping his elbows on his knees. how about your boots? not too much to ask. he shrugged his broad shoulders and looked over at ford, watching the small dachshund watch regan expectantly as if he had a single fucking clue as to what was actually happening. it seemed ashton's attention was all over the place, because as soon as his dog tucked his nose into his chest and was back to sleeping soundly, ashton looked at his hand of cards, feeling the slightest urge to forfeit already. he had a pretty solid hand already, and it would be easy to win...but that all depended on what her hand looked like, too. so far they had both lost twice and taken off two things, so they were even.

but the only thing different about that was that ashton was technically only wearing two things: his jeans and then his boxers. it didn't seem fair that it would be so hard for him to see her naked, yet so easy for her to see him naked. and jesus, it looked hard enough on the poor girl because she couldn't take her eyes off of his abdomen for more than a few seconds before they were glued right back on them. now, if ashton was a cocky man, he would've let that get straight to his head, but he wasn't so he didn't.

ashton had one two wild cards left, and all of the same color: red. if he was lucky, she wouldn't have any of them. if he wasn't...well, this game would go either two ways. they would continue playing it, and it would be awkward since he would be completely naked, or they would skip the game and go straight to his bedroom. he was never one to quit something before it was over, then again, he learned to never be a guy to keep a lady waiting when they wanted something, either, all thanks to kat.

he lay down the card slowly, staring at the ebony grain on the coffee table for a few moments as if he was deciding which color to choose. how about...red?

[/i] he looked up at her quickly, waiting to see what kind of response she would have. if it was a bad one, score! a good one...well, whatever the hell was opposite of score.


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[regan lilly costello]

maybe she was enjoying this too much for her own good and maybe she should've not shown just how much she was enjoying this little game, but Regan had always been the sort of girl who wore her heart more or less on her sleeve. She could play games if she wanted to, she could play hard to get, or any of that shit, but mostly she didn't want to. Not with Ashton. Because she felt like she was finally figuring him out and she wasn't about to try to play some stupid female mind game. That could take away from what was currently happening between the two of them. Which was too nice for words to really describe.

She watched him carefully as he seemed deep in thought then gave him a little half smile before letting out a light chuckle. "Boots are fine with me," she expressed taking off the heeled knee highs. For a moment she was reminded that as soon as she stood again she was going to end up standing so much shorter than the man. Not something that she was the biggest fan of, but she couldn't be bothered to care right then. Right then, her focus was mostly on his abs, and a bit shamelessly so, and seeing if there was any way that she could still end up winning this game. Regan couldn't be really sure, though, what winning the game would include because she did not feel like she was losing right then. Not with a gorgeous man to stare at.

One of those delicate brows arched when he set down the wild care and she watched him curiously looking from the deck to her hand then back to him. The color was then selected and she looked at her cards putting on her best poker face. Truth of the matter was that she only had two red cards in her hand. It was better than none she supposed. With a bit of a smirk on those lips she laid down a card. "Red works for me," she spoke her voice sounding a bit chipper. Regan watched as he laid down another red card, and then her last one was laid down and she watched him curiously. Wondering if she was lucky enough and going to see another piece of his clothing disappear.

It didn't seem that luck was on her side though as he laid down yet another card. Blues went back to her hand and her brows knitted together. "Damn," she muttered and drew another card. "Seems like I'm not doing to well at this game tonight," she spoke and then set down her deck.

This time she knew that whatever was going to removed from her body would end up showing off some part of her that was a bit more sexual than the last two pieces of clothing that had been lost. Regan stood and made her way over to the man, positioning herself so that she was standing between his legs, looking down at him with those blue eyes of hers. "So, what am I losing this time?" she spoke with a little half-grin on her features as she moved to run her fingers through his hair gently at first then gripping the locks for a brief moment. Even if she did end up losing the card game, she was more than a little sure that she would end up winning something so much better than just the title of uno game winner.

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[ashton mitchell brindle]

he had noticed her eyes were shamelessly glued to his abdominal region. he sneered at her and blinked slowly, watching as she began to walk over to him, placing herself between his legs in a standing position. when she inquired about what she should take off next, he arched a brow and bit his lower lip. hmm...

[/b] he thought out loud as he pushed ford off of his couch so that she would have room to sit down next to him.

well, that was an entirely too hard of a question for him to answer on the spot like that, but he was afraid if he waited too long to think about it that he would look extremely corny. besides, that's how all pornos started, and if their sex life was going to be fake and acted out then he didn't want to even explore that feature in their relationship. but honestly, it was all a question of what he wanted to see first, and both were fairly interesting. he still wanted to be modest about the whole ordeal so that she didn't feel like he was taking a complete advantage of her body, which was what made the decision more difficult than wanting to see everything all at the same time. if he was one to whine, ashton would put it simply that it just wasn't fair.

well...[/i] he began slowly, casually slipping both his hands onto her sides and under her shirt. his fingers gently dug into her back as he grabbed onto her and pulled her down onto his lap. he glanced over at the large window in his living room, ensuring that the thick drapes were covering them, before returning his full attention to the redhead in his lap. ashton pulled her shirt over her head and flung it onto the arm of the chair that was farthest away from him. and then his eyes landed on her face, examining every soft little feature about her that made her seem so innocent and calm. he then looked at his deck of cards which he left upturned on the cushion beside him. i think you should give up now,[/i] he said lowly, his hands dragging down her sides. his fingers danced along her hips, slipping underneath and on top of the elastic of her leggings.
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[regan lilly costello]

In all truth, this was moving in a completely different direction than she'd thought it was going to go. She'd honestly thought that she was going to come to his place, they were going to start stripping, then they both would end up laughing. But this, the feeling of his strong fingers on her back pulling her down into his lap, the way that he just took control of her bringing her closer to him than she had been since the night that they'd slept beside each other, oh she was not going to complain about this at all. Because god did he have a way of knowing just how to touch her, causing a playful smile to take over her lips.

Regan was coming to the stark realization that there was no way in hell that Ashton was gay. This was, well, it was far too intimate of a moment for her to be sharing with a gay man. Those all too wonderful fingers of his got rid of her slip and there she was just in her bra and leggings and of all places for him to look with her sitting there damn near half naked, it was her face that he decided to look. That in and of itself caused a slightly confused expression to take over her features, if only for a brief moment. He really was this sweet, he had to be, that was the only explanation for it. She hadn't been meaning to find a sweet man, she hadn't been meaning to find someone that wanted to look at her face like he was. Like there was more to her than her body that she'd been using to her advantage since she'd run away from home.

His fingers, though, were roaming in a way that his eyes were not and it caused that smile of hers to turn a bit lusty. Her body trembled lightly at the feel of his fingers slipping under the elastic. He was so incredibly gorgeous, she could barely handle just how simply, well, gorgeous he was. Not that she hadn't had attractive men in her past, hell, her husband was nothing bad to look at after all. But Ashton, well, she couldn't help but wonder if he even had any idea of just how attractive he was. He had to know.

Blues tore away from his face for a moment to glance down at the hand that he had laying in front of him and she pouted slightly. "Looks to me that I would be naked in the next three moves anyway. So..." she started before moving her eyes to his again and moving her body closer to his. Her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck as she locked her eyes on his bringing her face dangerously close to his. Just begging for him to make the first move, though, if one were to look at how they were sitting they would see this whole game as a first move. "Might as well cut to the chase and find out what it is that you want, seeing as, you would've won. And you're still clothed. And I would've ended up being naked." Her eyes shifted their gaze from his eyes to his lips then back up to his eyes. "So tell me, Ash, what is it that you want?" Because sometimes, a girl just like to be told things like that.

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