NYE Continued for Trixa

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If he pressed, she wouldn't say know. Elevators were certainly places for bad decisions... or good decisions as the case might be. Trixa had no illusion about what she was looking for tonight and as such she leaned back against the elevator wall and ran a finger down the edge of his jacket.

"Suits you. The southern gentleman in Victorian garb."

Trip was unable to stop himself from looking down, following her finger. "Ya think? The clothes have been giving me a hell of time. Stuffier then my ole' uniform, that's for sure." Then he lightly ran a hand down her hip. "I shoulda done the ignoring it route, like it you. Not that ya wouldn't have stood out in the crowd tonight anyway..."

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Once the jacket dropped, Trip was already onto the next piece of clothing, helping her with her shirt. For his part, his shoes were flying behind him as he kicked them off.

"Been wantin' this all night ta be honest..." Trip replied with a chuckle himself, before move to kiss at her jaw, lightly nipping every once in a while. "An' the stars are patient. Believe me, I know."

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The shirt was simplicity itself and Trixa shrugged it off easily, but she knew the corset would be another matter - for all that she'd picked the simplest she could find, leather with latches instead of laces, but it was tight and accentuated her modest assets which was why she wore it. This had been, after all, the point of the evening.

Chuckling a little at the flying shoes, she leaned her head back, pressing her body against his, enjoying the feeling of it against her now-exposed arms and shoulders. Her head tilted to the side to give him all the access he could want for those warm kisses of his, and so she could glance downward to check the fastenings of his pants, nimble fingers quickly going to work, opening enough fabric to slide her hand inside so she could give him a tease of her own.