Blaines lips puked at her chest roughly, his tongue flicking and playingbwith the stuff buddy and. Planting bits on her chest. He pulled away, dragging her up tye stairs to his side of the hall, shushing her as he pushed his way inti his room. It was organized enough, sparsely populated by discarded clothing in the floor. It had his musk floating in the sheets, in his laundry, mingling with incense trying to make in inoffensive to others. His bed was low to the floor, and the he had more local weights and pads for personal workouts tucked along one walk, with a TV across from the bed. He dropped her on the mattress, a instant rustling and unzipping iver her head as he was jumping right to the point. "Let's see- if you mean what you say-"