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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

TOPLESS PARTY

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The stamina of the dragon lord, ladies and gentlemen.

[ The nuzzles find their way right back into auburn hair as Jack tugs him down to the bedsheets, pulling the soft covers up so they can settle in together for a nap. ]

Get down here, Haddock.

[She laughs.]

Well, it wasn't my idea, but once these things get started it's pretty hard to stop it.

[God, and he actually shudders. The grip in her hair tightens; his kiss grows hungrier, until they've officially moved on to making out. Probably people are watching, but god, he doesn't care.]

[Hiccup laughs as he's pulled down, wrapping arms around a waist to cuddle in for warmth. With a smile plastered on his face that may never disappear for days, he repeats himself just for good measure.]

I really do love you.

I guess so. [ Not that he's ever experienced that, but... Sure. He can imagine. Whatever. ] I'd hate to see you guys scraping the bottom of the party idea barrel. Who knows what else you'll come up with.

[ Kissing all over a nose and forehead, Jack draws him into the crook of his neck and wraps them up in limbs and blankets, in their own little world. ]

I love you more ... now shut up and go to sleep, sweetheart.

[ The nickname isn't a teasing one (or not much), soft and affectionate as Jack nuzzles a ruddy crown. Instead of a dig, that might just be his inner romantic squeezing through. ]

Really?

[ He's surprised to hear that, with how Elsa clammed up, but maybe she was just afraid of losing control? Hans can sympathize. ]

Will I get to return the favor later?

[ She can see that, unable to help her laughter as her teeth bash lightly against the rim of the bottle. Woops. ]

Oh, not at all, Mr. Mystery. That's what I love about you, [ she teases right back-- yeah, she's drunk, topless and a little brave. Besides, she promises herself she'll pull back if he reacts anything but well. ] I never know what you're thinking.

[ But she's still in jest as she sneaks in nearer, before whispering loudly in his ear, a little too inebriated for the concept of quiet: ]

Are you gonna get 'em? That 'someone in particular'? They're not gonna kiss themselves.

[ ... Obliviously. ]

[ FUCK AROUND INDEED. Anna sputters, little bits of chewed up chocolate projectiles and landing on the floor. ~~Sorry to whoever's cleaning up the next morning.~~ ]

... Win the game? Are you crazy? [ she lets out, face flushing a little at the thought. ]

[That's what I love about you. Geez, really, don't go saying stuff like that, even if it's just friendly. You're gonna make a guy explode over here.]

Exactly, it's the best device for my charm that I've got. Keep the girls guessing, right?

[Stop making yourself out to be a stud that you clearly are not. But speaking of being a stud, how could he possibly follow her advice without looking absolutely crazy now?]

And how would I know if this person even wants to be kissed, hmm? [So much for denying it a moment ago, though.]

[ There's something exceedingly exciting about how he returns the banter, and Anna grins, looking a bit like a dope as she bats her eyelashes. And she stands back, unable to help admiring his chest all over again. ]

That's for sure. [ But there's the more important issue of this certain someone that she's addressing-- and she ponders for a moment, taking a swig of her beer... ]

... Well, there's no harm in just doin' it right? I mean, we're all topless here. [ Let's just keep bringing attention to that, yes, sounds good. ] But now you've got me curious.

[ Biting her lip in thought, she peers out to the doorway of the kitchen. ]

Oh come on. Yours are out on display-- I'm sure mine will be nothing new.

[ Look. at. her. tugging. the hem. of her. shirt. ]

[ She'll squeeze him closer ]

Play your cards right and maybe.

[ she inhales here, gathering her confidence before crawling around to his front-- then lightly pressing her lips to his cheeks as she sits perched on the edge of the bed ]

I'm sorry for being so jumpy. I've just-- never done anything like this before.

[ A couple of kisses sure, but anything more than that? Nope. ]

Well, duh.

[Now he's fully shirtless, unable to hold back a grin. He comes closer to grab his glass.]

Do I really seem like that much of a stick-in-the-mud to you, Anna?

[Please don't say yes.]

I figured as much.

[ Hans chuckles lightly, setting his arms around her waist. The naive, innocent-type never really gets very far with him, but Elsa is neither of those, clearly. ]

Your enthusiasm more than makes up for it, don't worry

[ Anna finds herself staring a little, face pink as she admires his newly exposed chest as discreetly as possible. (which isn't very much so given all the alcohol.) ]

No! You just seem-- really intense, you know? [ she blurts out before she can stop herself, silencing herself from making any further dumb remarks with her chocolate milk. Although what she does notice are scars upon scars, and she peers at them curiously. Being covered in freckles was one thing-- they were natural. These scars had a story, she was sure. ]

[ She huffs softly, wanting to bring up that he was the one who got enthusiastic first-- he just dragged her into his madness. She presses her face into his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his arms around her. ] It just felt-- good.

[ Her fingers trace along the lines of his shirt idly-- remembering what was underneath. ]

Well, that's good to know.

[ Hans strokes his hand down her back. Just the contact is good-- whatever Elsa might want to do can happen now or later. Whatever these "benefits" turn out to be, he plans to make the best of them. ]

If you feel good, I'll feel good. I'm easy like that.

[ Or at least, watching Elsa get off is pretty damn hot, okay. ]

[ She'll chuckle soft and low. ]

At least you admit to being easy.

[ She wonders what that makes her.

Though now she'll ask with a playful lilt to her voice ]

So... do friends with benefits get to have sleep overs?

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Oh, of course. We'll sleep together, braid each other's hair and gossip about your roommate's sex lives.

[ He smiles, a mix of sarcasm and-- whatever else. Hans doesn't really do friends. He hasn't had any for most of his life, not really. Elsa, are you ready for this stunted idiot to actually be friends with you because that could end with a lot more "weh my parents never loved me" angst than you'd think. ]

The last bits are all optional, though.

I like the last bits, though.

[ Really, though-- she's being cruel in her own way, she knows he wants more, he wants an actual relationship with her. But she doesn't know his character-- and she's not quite ready to hop into anything with him until she's ascertained who he is first. Especially given the way he throws up a fake smile whenever he needs it.

Really, being friends was her own way of giving him a decent shot. ]

What do you want to do tonight? We could always go back to what we were doing before -- [ a soft pink blush catches on to her cheeks ]-- I just don't want you to wreck your pants.

[ Really, if you can believe it, that's what she was worried about. Well, partially. But she's never screwed around and she's not sure how... you avoid the mess ]

You want to gossip about your roommates' sex lives? Because my hair's a bit short to braid, y'know.

[ Is that what people do at sleepovers? Because Hans honestly has no clue. He's actually missed out on a lot things, that's what happens when you've got absent parents and twelve uncaring brothers. The prospect of continuing though, that's better. It's simple-- something Hans gets. He shifts his hips just slightly, to get her attention most of all. ]

While I appreciate your concern, I can take these off, you know.

It's fine? [ She feels him shift under her and takes her bottom lip into her mouth. She could almost just sit in his lap.... ] I--I thought you wouldn't want to screw around if-- well-- [ HOW DO YOU EVEN SAY THIS NICELY ] -- we both didn't get naked.

[ ...I guess that works ]

There's multiple levels to "screwing around."

[ Hans smirks. He's almost tempted to unzip his jean himself, but that would take away Elsa's chance to do just that. ]

I'm open to whatever level of nakedness you want. You're hot enough to get off to with either.

[ HANS PLS ]

[She gives it another second before drawing back just a hair's breadth, still close enough to feel him breathing and grinning at him. She scrapes the upper point of the cross against his skin, drawing a line down the center of his chest and then letting it go.]

I take it you are enjoying this, then?

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