[Her unsmiling lips finally give in to a bit of a smile. Just a little. A bite is taken of her fries and it's crisp and fluffy, salty and decadent.]
I won't comment if you don't comment on how bad I look. Deal?
[As the fries disappear and their beers are emptied, there are several things to learn about Eva. Surprisingly, one of her favorite colors was pink though she lamented that it was hard to wear (it was the red hair that made it clash). She was actually near sighted ("But I forgot my glasses at home.") and it didn't help that she liked reading books late into the night. Favorite genres? Most fiction books were her passion though she was partial to folklore and modern adaptations and spinoffs (on this, she was very opinionated, going on a derail about how modern authors these days clearly did little to no deep research that enriched their writing, focused on following trends and what their editors deemed would sell best to a young and uninformed audience).
If she had all the time in the world, she'd focus on gardening. But some potted plants, herbs, and durable flowers were the best she could do now that she has a new job that would demand most of her attention. Eva contemplated on getting a cat, but wasn't sure if they liked her or if she liked the idea of one.
After their fries are cleared away, the bartender gives them hand wipes and two hard green apple candies in lieu of actual mints. She didn't seem to mind and unwraps her candy as they leave the bar and the scent of the artificial fruit lingers on her lips; the conversation seems to have lightened her up if nothing else.
Now there's one last thing to do, one last thing to confirm as they stand on the street corner and she looks at him, her red hair gleaming under the lamplight.]
[The deal is struck, and rather than comment on one another's appearance, they proceed to get to know one another as they work their way to the bottom of their respective bottles. Nothing deep, perhaps, but likely more than what most people would offer someone they only intended to spend the next few hours with, and once they get started, Gale chats rather freely, his earlier melancholy seeming to have melted away to reveal a warm and gregarious nature.
His favorite color is purple, particular the deep, rich shades with just a bit of red in them; he has a weakness for good wine and enjoys books of all kinds, but especially classic literature, poetry collections and paperback thrillers. He loves art and music, but regrets having no natural talent for either. As she'd suspected, he was an academic— an astrophysicist, to be specific, and admits to predictably being fond of stargazing.
He loves cats and plays chess, but enjoys strategic games of all sorts. If he were to choose another line of work, he would have liked to become a pastry chef, but it was better for his waistline that he'd looked to the stars, instead.
Once outside, he's already pulled his phone from his pocket and begun to arrange for their transportation through his rideshare app when she asks her question, and he looks to her with an easy smile that makes the slightly hesitant man she'd met at the bar earlier seem to be a world away, the light from above catching against the wisps of silver in his hair.]
You've been such excellent company already, how could I possibly say no?
[It's only a single evening, he knows; after tonight, he'll likely never see her again, but her company and conversation have been a soothing balm that he had been in even more desperate need of than he had realized. She is decidedly charming; if they had met under different circumstances, if he were someone else entirely, he thinks the way their interests seem to align might have been promising— but that was not the point of tonight.
They had both come out seeking a distraction. A connection, however brief, was a pleasant distraction, indeed.]
A car is on its way. We can go to my apartment, unless you would feel safer somewhere more neutral.
[His apartment would likely be more comfortable overall, but her comfort matters, and he would hardly begrudge her for wanting to take precautions.]
[She may have grown up socially stunted in some ways but she isn't so blind as to not see and feel how this... Feels, not "right" per se, but perhaps fitting. It's supposed to be a short detour for them both. When the morning light comes, they can part on good terms.
(It's that simple, she tells herself.)
His question about their destination gives her pause. The uncertainty is brief, however, and she replies with a nod, making a note to send Berna the address (or rather Oren; Berna would make him pick her up most likely).]
Your place then.
[It's set in stone. For her, she's not about to turn back. As they wait, she leans against the streetlight pole taking a deep breath.]
... You look decidedly more cheerful.
[Hey, technically she's not commenting on how sad he looks. Loophole.]
[The question is asked rather cheekily as he tucks his phone back into his pocket, looking her over as she leans against the streetlight, his gaze steady and deliberate, his smile quirking to one side.]
You've been an excellent conversationalist; that alone would be more than enough to lift my spirits.
[Flattery from most, perhaps, though from him it manages to sound remarkably genuine. It's not as though he has any reason to try and win further favor; she had propositioned him, after all. He takes a step forward to narrow the distance between them, and for the first time that night, he reaches out to touch her— a light hand against her waist, and he feels his breath hitch in his chest at the sudden surge of anticipation, the whiskey empowering him to be bold.]
You might be surprised to learn it's not every day I find myself approached by someone as lovely as yourself.
[He leans down to kiss her beneath the glow of the streetlight, the press of his lifts warm and impossibly soft, his lips just slightly parted in invitation. He can taste the sharp sweetness of the apple candy on her lips, catches the clean scent of her shower gel or shampoo, and steadily takes her waist with both hands. The kiss is gentle without being hesitant, cautious and yet full of promise.]
[As he approaches her and slips his hand around her waist the first two lines of "Before You Came" by Faiz Ahmed Faiz comes to mind.
"Donโt leave now that youโre hereโ Stay. So the world may become like itself again..."
The world would never feel right again now that he was gone. Was it so wrong that she would try to run and hide away into an imagined world between her and Gale if only for tonight?
And then he kisses her and the taste of green apple candy amplifies and mingles with the whiskey and beer they both had the hour before. Her hands dangle by her side until he holds her waist in both of his. She reaches up to cup his face in a palm, fingers idly brushing some of his hair behind his ear. There's caution in his kiss, considerate, and dangerously treading tenderness that was going to make her think twice.
So she doesn't. Her hands rest on his upper arms as she parts her lips and takes his invitation without necessarily rushing. It's a languid response as her tongue touches and teases his. There's bold curiosity and little fear as she focuses on burgeoning sensation and the guarantee of a long night.]
[He exhales into their kiss as she returns it, curling his tongue into her mouth once she's touched it with her own with the intent to drink her down and sate his own curiosity. It's deliberate, rather than hurried, and he curls his fingers into the fabric of her floral dress so that they dig just slightly into her hips, that caution of his ebbing now that she's accepted his invitation so freely.
Her hands against his arms prompt him to move closer, all but pressing her against the pole at her back, and he raises a hand to thread his fingers through her hair and letting it slip between them before he cups the side of her face, cradles the back of her head. He's drunk enough that everything feels just a bit warmer, pleasantly hazy, but he remains steady, secure, and his kiss grows a little more insistent, searching, breaking only long enough for breath before he chases her lips for more, eager for another taste.]
[When she made her decision to fall into a stranger's arms tonight, she didn't have many if any expectations. She just wanted to be foolish and forget, replace the lingering sorrow with something else. What she didn't expect was this. A soft moan emits from her throat as her back presses against the pole and she feels his fingers through her hair and then the back of her head. He searches and she responds in kind, seeking something within their kiss.
This is bad. Good, but bad in that now she's starting to feel a creeping heat down her spine, impatience stoking base desires... She's better than this.
She drinks him in, long and drawn out before pulling back. Her face is flushed and she's breathing heavily.]
How... How long does it take to get to your place?
[That soft moan of hers immediately stokes the embers of desire in him; he feels it go straight to his cock and god, he's either too inebriated or has gone far too long without to find himself caring much about undignified it is. When she pulls back, seeing the way her face and neck have flushed makes his pulse quicken, and he knows his own face has colored as well, can feel the way his lips are already threatening to become kiss-swollen, his own breath coming just a bit short.
Even as she asks, he glances past her to see an approaching pair of headlights and blue Lyft sign on the dash above them, his phone signaling them from his pocket, and he lets out a soft huff of breath along with a chuckle.]
Mere minutes.
[His hand glides backwards to rest against the small of her back as he steps away from her, just enough to draw her forward and steer her towards their ride as the car slows to a stop in front of them.]
[She purses her lips and nods in understanding. When they get into the car, her hand finds his way around his fingers giving them a light squeeze before she lets go and seats herself.
Not a word is exchanged except for some cursory pleasantries with the driver. Her eyes are directed outside the window as if she feared that she'd be too reckless if she looked into his eyes. She needs to keep her head above water just a little longer before diving into unknown depths.
There's barely any traffic but the trip to his place felt longer than it should have, a pause that made the string between them pull tighter and it's almost unbearable as their ride finally slows to a stop. That's when she finally turns to glance at Gale, to see if this was their final destination.]
[That brief touch of hands makes his heart threaten to skip a beat before they part ways. Once seated, he, too, averts his gaze; he steals a glance or two her way, his hand threatening to creep across the backseat to see if he might give her fingers another cursory brush, but he manages to keep to himself and wordlessly stare out his own window, the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears near deafening in the silence.
Once they arrive, he gives her a nod of confirmation, then proceeds to thank the driver before he steps out and circles around to open her door for her. The moment her feet hit pavement, his arm is around her waist once more, pulling her against his side as they walk towards the front door and through the lobby of his building— a rather upscale-looking place in the Sea Ward, with a clear view of the harbor at their backs.
It's an absolute miracle, he thinks, that they make it to the elevator before he breaks down and kisses her again, hitting the button for the sixth floor with one hand while gripping the back of her dress at the small of her back with the other, nudging her back against the wall of the elevator itself as he leans down to kiss her heatedly, the minutes he'd had to go without touching her in the car an eternity in which his need and anticipation had grown exponentially.]
[Initially, she had thought she would have been leading since she had been the one to suggest this in the first place, but there's a sense of sweet relief and pleasant surprise at how eager and hungry he is for her. She barely has time to take in the building and their location in Sea Ward before his lips meets hers once again and she finds her back against the elevator wall and her hands cupping his face to return the heat.
The jacket around her is shrugged off so that it hangs on her arms and elbows to reveal her bare neck and shoulders. Cool air hovers over her skin and quickly replaced by his presence over her, filling her with longing and increasing that inner ache.
Although she isn't going to fully undress in the elevator before they even get to his room, what she is going to do is start the process and make it easier on his end. As she kisses him deeply and hungrily, in between a breath, her hands find their way to buttons of his shirt and they're swiftly undone starting from the top.]
[Efficiency— he likes that. He has just enough presence of mind to make note of the way her jacket drops to reveal her shoulders as they continue to kiss, heated and hungry, his hand gliding down the curve of her neck and over her shoulder with warm, steady fingers as she makes her way through his buttons. He surprises even himself when he groans softly against her lips, their tongues warring with one another, and he's only stopped in the process of pressing himself flush against her by the fact that the elevator comes to a stop and the bell notifies them of their arrival, the doors sliding open.
He pries himself away from her, his gaze dark and lustful, pupils blown as he tugs her towards the door by her waist, breathless.]
This way.
[Thankfully, there are no neighbors out in the hallway to catch a glimpse of them, and they don't have far to go— he can't even bring himself to full separate from her as they make their way two doors down, and he draws a hand back only to fumble in his pocket for his keys before unlocking and throwing open the door to apartment 7, drawing her inside with him.]
It's upstairs—
[He steals another urgent kiss as the door swings closed and latches behind them; he's tempted to pull her onto the nearby sofa, but they'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom, in addition to needing to locate certain necessities. He's being a terrible host at the moment; any other circumstances and he would have offered coffee, a tour, but they don't have time for either of those things, and he's already tugging her jacket off the rest of the way so he can toss it over the back of the leather couch before shrugging his way out of the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him already.]
[God, she's really doing this. They're really doing this. The weight of his body, flush against hers before they even leave the elevator feels like it's already left a mark. The rational part of her brain should have been screaming at her right now, heaping another truck full of self-loathing (that might come later, tomorrow perhaps) at how she's trying to escape the grasp of sorrow by running into the arms of another.
But maybe she isn't running.
Her heart thunders in her chest as they enter his apartment, and she loses her jacket to the couch. Her eyes are only for him as he kisses her and then shrugs off his own shirt. Automatically, as she nears the top of the stairs with him, she pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor.
[There's no room for rational thought here, not tonight— it will undoubtedly return to him, too, come morning, but they had made their agreement and were here and for the love of all that was good, didn't they both deserve something nice? An escape, a connection that burned bright even if only for one night. He thinks that they must.
They're a tangle of limbs and eager, hurried kisses as he guides them towards the open door to his bedroom, the breath punched from his lungs as she takes a moment to shed her dress and leave it behind. His mouth goes dry, his tongue heavy and leaden within it as he rakes his gaze over her hungrily.
Bright and stunningly beautiful— if only he had met her six years earlier.
He draws her into another kiss with his hands on either side of her face as he all but stumbles backwards towards his bed, pausing just long enough to drop his trousers, leaving his briefs in place before dropping back onto the mattress and pulling her into his lap by her hips, swallowing hard as he frantically tries to toe his socks off.]
You are exquisite.
[The words are all but murmured against the curve of her neck as he kisses his way down, then across to the hollow of her throat, erection pressing against the inside of her thigh with only that last flimsy barrier between them.
He wants to lose himself in this, in her. Even if they never see one another again— he wants for it to be a night they'll both consider worth remembering fondly.]
[She gasps into his kiss as he pulls her into his lap. Her socks and shoes are long discarded and all that's left are her bra and underwear. With one hand, she unhooks the bra herself, but lets it hang on her shoulders as he kisses his way down. There's no way that she can't notice his length pressing inside of her thigh and she chuckles, a little out of disbelief and some pleasant surprise.]
And you are exceeding expectations...
[There's a pause as her breath is cut short, shivering as his lips paint her throat. Biting her lower lip, she undoes her hair so that loose red locks cascade down her back and curtain her face. Her hands find purchase on the sides of his torso before moving down to the edges of his briefs.]
I do aim to please. I would be a very poor host, otherwise.
[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]
[Her breathing is slightly ragged as his hand covers her breast. She focuses on kissing along his jawline and then at his neck as her hands deftly tug his briefs down over his hips and then she uses one foot to skillfully slide them off completely.
Even in the dim lights she can make out the definition of the muscles in his arms and his abdomenโ maybe this is all working too well. They're past the point of no return, in a bubble of skin, sensation, and desire and she can hardly wait to see what else he has in store for them.
Without wasting another second, she removes her underwear herself and it joins their scattered clothing on the floor. Her fingers dance across his thigh, teasing him as she lifts her head and gazes into his eyes, green into soft brown.]
Your move. I'm fine with sitting unless you have something else in mind.
[Her hips are dangerously close to sinking down on him but she has enough rationale and curiosity left to ask him first.]
[He doesn't miss the ways she skillfully disposes of their underthings, graceful despite the desperation of their actions. It would be so, so easy to pull her onto him with a single sharp tug— and though he can see that eagerness in her, too, feel the heat ramping up bet between him as every touch sends sparks across the surface of his skin, it would be a terrible shame for them to become so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that it's all over too quickly. He groans softly as she teases her fingertips against his thigh, meeting her gaze with his own, his pupils blown wide with desire, with raw want.
There's no barrier remaining between them now, which becomes all the more apparent as he pulls her flush against him before cupping the side of her face and drawing her downward into a searing kiss, with enough force that it crushes their lips together, exhaling once it breaks, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a wicked smirk.]
Come here.
[He moves so quickly that the actual mechanics of it are lost in the moment; she's on her back in moments with him crouching over her, kissing his way down the column of her throat as he rolls her nipple teasingly between his thumb and index finger. He trails a series of kisses downwards, along her sternum and the valley between her breasts, craning his neck to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue.]
I promised you a distraction— [His voice is low and husky with need, the heat of his breath rolling against sensitive skin, one hand gliding over her hip.] —and I intend to deliver. It would be such a shame to rush things. It should be a distraction worth remembering.
[It's becoming more drawn out than expected; it's becoming less of a "distraction" and full blown entanglement which she should be concerned about but then he smirks and that does something to her, makes her think less. His kiss burns but she drowns herself in it and gasps when he gets her on her back and beneath him. The thrill flows and pulses through her veins as his lips leave their mark all over her throat and chest. There's a low hiss stifled by the back of one palm as he teases her breasts and she squirms under him.
And he's so confident. Where the hell did that come from? Not that she'll complain but there's some impatience as her hips search for his and she manages to rasp out a heated reply.]
If you're planning to keep me here until morning, it better be a damn good distraction, Gale.
[She hadn't planned on saying his name either, neither did she plan for anything resembling rapport and yet...]
[Thinking, at this point, is very, very overrated. That hiss, the way she writhes under him— it only serves to fuel him further, and he laughs against her as he takes her nipple fully into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue as he continues to tease and pinch the other between his fingers. He lifts his head and litters her with kisses as he crosses to the other side and seeks to give her other nipple equal attention, the hand at her hip sliding downwards so that steady fingers can play against the inside of her thigh.]
Oh, I think you'll be pleased.
[A shiver runs through him when she says his name like that, all the way down the length of his spine, and he catches her between his teeth again, while his fingers against her thigh skim upwards so that he can steadily part her folds, stroking her experimentally with his index and middle fingers.]
[Damn it all. Words are going to be useless with his breath over her skin and the attention that he lavishes on her body. Some strange sense of pride makes her determined to not let her voice give so easily, not even as he gives careful attention to her breasts, not even as his hand glides down her hip and the side of her thigh.
... Which turns out to be a tall order as he parts her folds with his fingers and strokes, causing her to emit a whimpering gasp. Her arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage and she bites her lower lip as the whole of her shudders. At this point, she's still too proud to beg but it feels so good and her body feels relieved at the sweet pressure. Her hips move to against his digits her breathing uneven but trying to find a rhythm that works for them both.]
[He chuckles to himself as she finds her words cut off, giving a thoughtful hum as he releases her nipple and begins to kiss his way downwards, though not too quickly, enjoying the drape of her arms around his shoulders. He pauses to kiss the slope of her breast and lightly sucks a mark into her fair skin, adjusting the angle of his fingers to meet the eager buck of her hips as he does so, blindly circling and pressing against that sweet bundle of nerves to give her a taste of some relief.]
Quite eager, aren't you...
[He glances upwards to take in the breathtaking sight of her biting at her lower lip, and he lets out a wanton groan as he's reminded of just how badly he already aches for her; seeing her in such a state is almost enough to make him want to rush, but he sucks in a sharp breath and reminds himself to stay the course, that doing so will be well worth it.
Slipping out from beneath her arms, he works his way steadily downwards, kissing both above and below her navel before he disappears between her thighs, giving her a clear view of the way his back muscles pull taut between his shoulders as he roughly grasps her hips with both hands. She doesn't remain unattended for long, and the press of his fingers is replaced by the eager nudge of his nose and the warm, flat press of his tongue. He gives her hips a sharp tug forward against him and begins to lick and kiss and tease with enthusiasm, letting out an almost obscene moan that's muffled against her as he curls his tongue into her.]
[It is in these moments that she realizes that he's good. He's really good and it's infuriating as it is wonderful. She pants as he adjusts his fingers and although she doesn't answer his playful question, the increasing and impatient movement of her hips say everything. When he moves out of her arms, she has no choice but to rest her hands at her sides, forcefully gripping the sheets.
When he grips her hips and dips between her legs, she immediately understands what he's setting out to do and even after all that's happened so far, her face and shoulders redden. The feel of his tongue as he tugs her forward makes her gasp.]
Ahโ!
[And without meaning to it turns into a sweet cry as she arches her back. This is relentless. It's obscene and overwhelming with how much he's proving to her at how much he wants her, how effective she's been at seducing him. Oh, but the tables are turned as he fervently works her up and she moans and make other sounds she didn't know she had. He may be drinking her in, but she's the one getting intoxicated. Her arousal is more than apparent as he tastes and teases her and she tries to conceal her whimpers to no avail.]
[Every sound he wrings out of her is music to his ears; he can tell this isn't what she'd expected, and there's a certain sense of pride in being able to take her by surprise despite the fact that she'd been the one to proposition him. In his opinion, it would be criminal to do anything short of ensuring that she was completely satisfied by the end of their night together.
Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
[She twitches around his tongue and the one finger he teases her with. If she could reprimand him for his smugness she wouldโ But her mind is going blank with the sheer pleasure he's drowning her in. Whatever pride or resolve she had to try and hold back has dissolved completely. His hands, his skin on hers, the tender and lustful tasting is too much. Her eyes squeeze shuts as she pants her words a series of delirious babbling.]
I... I'm... I...!
[That's all the warning she can give before euphoria pushes her over that final edge and she comes, her voice an impassioned wail. Her center is hot and throbbing as the waves of bliss wash over her and she trembles unable to move away from him; she doesn't want to move away from him if her thighs hugging the sides of his head say anything.
God, she's gotten herself into more than she's bargained for and she doesn't know whether to congratulate or curse herself for it all.]
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I won't comment if you don't comment on how bad I look. Deal?
[As the fries disappear and their beers are emptied, there are several things to learn about Eva. Surprisingly, one of her favorite colors was pink though she lamented that it was hard to wear (it was the red hair that made it clash). She was actually near sighted ("But I forgot my glasses at home.") and it didn't help that she liked reading books late into the night. Favorite genres? Most fiction books were her passion though she was partial to folklore and modern adaptations and spinoffs (on this, she was very opinionated, going on a derail about how modern authors these days clearly did little to no deep research that enriched their writing, focused on following trends and what their editors deemed would sell best to a young and uninformed audience).
If she had all the time in the world, she'd focus on gardening. But some potted plants, herbs, and durable flowers were the best she could do now that she has a new job that would demand most of her attention. Eva contemplated on getting a cat, but wasn't sure if they liked her or if she liked the idea of one.
After their fries are cleared away, the bartender gives them hand wipes and two hard green apple candies in lieu of actual mints. She didn't seem to mind and unwraps her candy as they leave the bar and the scent of the artificial fruit lingers on her lips; the conversation seems to have lightened her up if nothing else.
Now there's one last thing to do, one last thing to confirm as they stand on the street corner and she looks at him, her red hair gleaming under the lamplight.]
So. Are you still up to being distracted?
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His favorite color is purple, particular the deep, rich shades with just a bit of red in them; he has a weakness for good wine and enjoys books of all kinds, but especially classic literature, poetry collections and paperback thrillers. He loves art and music, but regrets having no natural talent for either. As she'd suspected, he was an academic— an astrophysicist, to be specific, and admits to predictably being fond of stargazing.
He loves cats and plays chess, but enjoys strategic games of all sorts. If he were to choose another line of work, he would have liked to become a pastry chef, but it was better for his waistline that he'd looked to the stars, instead.
Once outside, he's already pulled his phone from his pocket and begun to arrange for their transportation through his rideshare app when she asks her question, and he looks to her with an easy smile that makes the slightly hesitant man she'd met at the bar earlier seem to be a world away, the light from above catching against the wisps of silver in his hair.]
You've been such excellent company already, how could I possibly say no?
[It's only a single evening, he knows; after tonight, he'll likely never see her again, but her company and conversation have been a soothing balm that he had been in even more desperate need of than he had realized. She is decidedly charming; if they had met under different circumstances, if he were someone else entirely, he thinks the way their interests seem to align might have been promising— but that was not the point of tonight.
They had both come out seeking a distraction. A connection, however brief, was a pleasant distraction, indeed.]
A car is on its way. We can go to my apartment, unless you would feel safer somewhere more neutral.
[His apartment would likely be more comfortable overall, but her comfort matters, and he would hardly begrudge her for wanting to take precautions.]
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(It's that simple, she tells herself.)
His question about their destination gives her pause. The uncertainty is brief, however, and she replies with a nod, making a note to send Berna the address (or rather Oren; Berna would make him pick her up most likely).]
Your place then.
[It's set in stone. For her, she's not about to turn back. As they wait, she leans against the streetlight pole taking a deep breath.]
... You look decidedly more cheerful.
[Hey, technically she's not commenting on how sad he looks. Loophole.]
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[The question is asked rather cheekily as he tucks his phone back into his pocket, looking her over as she leans against the streetlight, his gaze steady and deliberate, his smile quirking to one side.]
You've been an excellent conversationalist; that alone would be more than enough to lift my spirits.
[Flattery from most, perhaps, though from him it manages to sound remarkably genuine. It's not as though he has any reason to try and win further favor; she had propositioned him, after all. He takes a step forward to narrow the distance between them, and for the first time that night, he reaches out to touch her— a light hand against her waist, and he feels his breath hitch in his chest at the sudden surge of anticipation, the whiskey empowering him to be bold.]
You might be surprised to learn it's not every day I find myself approached by someone as lovely as yourself.
[He leans down to kiss her beneath the glow of the streetlight, the press of his lifts warm and impossibly soft, his lips just slightly parted in invitation. He can taste the sharp sweetness of the apple candy on her lips, catches the clean scent of her shower gel or shampoo, and steadily takes her waist with both hands. The kiss is gentle without being hesitant, cautious and yet full of promise.]
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"Donโt leave now that youโre hereโ
Stay. So the world may become like itself again..."
The world would never feel right again now that he was gone. Was it so wrong that she would try to run and hide away into an imagined world between her and Gale if only for tonight?
And then he kisses her and the taste of green apple candy amplifies and mingles with the whiskey and beer they both had the hour before. Her hands dangle by her side until he holds her waist in both of his. She reaches up to cup his face in a palm, fingers idly brushing some of his hair behind his ear. There's caution in his kiss, considerate, and dangerously treading tenderness that was going to make her think twice.
So she doesn't. Her hands rest on his upper arms as she parts her lips and takes his invitation without necessarily rushing. It's a languid response as her tongue touches and teases his. There's bold curiosity and little fear as she focuses on burgeoning sensation and the guarantee of a long night.]
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Her hands against his arms prompt him to move closer, all but pressing her against the pole at her back, and he raises a hand to thread his fingers through her hair and letting it slip between them before he cups the side of her face, cradles the back of her head. He's drunk enough that everything feels just a bit warmer, pleasantly hazy, but he remains steady, secure, and his kiss grows a little more insistent, searching, breaking only long enough for breath before he chases her lips for more, eager for another taste.]
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This is bad. Good, but bad in that now she's starting to feel a creeping heat down her spine, impatience stoking base desires... She's better than this.
She drinks him in, long and drawn out before pulling back. Her face is flushed and she's breathing heavily.]
How... How long does it take to get to your place?
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Even as she asks, he glances past her to see an approaching pair of headlights and blue Lyft sign on the dash above them, his phone signaling them from his pocket, and he lets out a soft huff of breath along with a chuckle.]
Mere minutes.
[His hand glides backwards to rest against the small of her back as he steps away from her, just enough to draw her forward and steer her towards their ride as the car slows to a stop in front of them.]
I swear to be a gentleman until we get there.
[For the sake of their driver, if nothing else.]
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Not a word is exchanged except for some cursory pleasantries with the driver. Her eyes are directed outside the window as if she feared that she'd be too reckless if she looked into his eyes. She needs to keep her head above water just a little longer before diving into unknown depths.
There's barely any traffic but the trip to his place felt longer than it should have, a pause that made the string between them pull tighter and it's almost unbearable as their ride finally slows to a stop. That's when she finally turns to glance at Gale, to see if this was their final destination.]
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Once they arrive, he gives her a nod of confirmation, then proceeds to thank the driver before he steps out and circles around to open her door for her. The moment her feet hit pavement, his arm is around her waist once more, pulling her against his side as they walk towards the front door and through the lobby of his building— a rather upscale-looking place in the Sea Ward, with a clear view of the harbor at their backs.
It's an absolute miracle, he thinks, that they make it to the elevator before he breaks down and kisses her again, hitting the button for the sixth floor with one hand while gripping the back of her dress at the small of her back with the other, nudging her back against the wall of the elevator itself as he leans down to kiss her heatedly, the minutes he'd had to go without touching her in the car an eternity in which his need and anticipation had grown exponentially.]
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The jacket around her is shrugged off so that it hangs on her arms and elbows to reveal her bare neck and shoulders. Cool air hovers over her skin and quickly replaced by his presence over her, filling her with longing and increasing that inner ache.
Although she isn't going to fully undress in the elevator before they even get to his room, what she is going to do is start the process and make it easier on his end. As she kisses him deeply and hungrily, in between a breath, her hands find their way to buttons of his shirt and they're swiftly undone starting from the top.]
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He pries himself away from her, his gaze dark and lustful, pupils blown as he tugs her towards the door by her waist, breathless.]
This way.
[Thankfully, there are no neighbors out in the hallway to catch a glimpse of them, and they don't have far to go— he can't even bring himself to full separate from her as they make their way two doors down, and he draws a hand back only to fumble in his pocket for his keys before unlocking and throwing open the door to apartment 7, drawing her inside with him.]
It's upstairs—
[He steals another urgent kiss as the door swings closed and latches behind them; he's tempted to pull her onto the nearby sofa, but they'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom, in addition to needing to locate certain necessities. He's being a terrible host at the moment; any other circumstances and he would have offered coffee, a tour, but they don't have time for either of those things, and he's already tugging her jacket off the rest of the way so he can toss it over the back of the leather couch before shrugging his way out of the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him already.]
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But maybe she isn't running.
Her heart thunders in her chest as they enter his apartment, and she loses her jacket to the couch. Her eyes are only for him as he kisses her and then shrugs off his own shirt. Automatically, as she nears the top of the stairs with him, she pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor.
She's being swept away.]
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They're a tangle of limbs and eager, hurried kisses as he guides them towards the open door to his bedroom, the breath punched from his lungs as she takes a moment to shed her dress and leave it behind. His mouth goes dry, his tongue heavy and leaden within it as he rakes his gaze over her hungrily.
Bright and stunningly beautiful— if only he had met her six years earlier.
He draws her into another kiss with his hands on either side of her face as he all but stumbles backwards towards his bed, pausing just long enough to drop his trousers, leaving his briefs in place before dropping back onto the mattress and pulling her into his lap by her hips, swallowing hard as he frantically tries to toe his socks off.]
You are exquisite.
[The words are all but murmured against the curve of her neck as he kisses his way down, then across to the hollow of her throat, erection pressing against the inside of her thigh with only that last flimsy barrier between them.
He wants to lose himself in this, in her. Even if they never see one another again— he wants for it to be a night they'll both consider worth remembering fondly.]
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And you are exceeding expectations...
[There's a pause as her breath is cut short, shivering as his lips paint her throat. Biting her lower lip, she undoes her hair so that loose red locks cascade down her back and curtain her face. Her hands find purchase on the sides of his torso before moving down to the edges of his briefs.]
Need this taken care of?
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[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]
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Even in the dim lights she can make out the definition of the muscles in his arms and his abdomenโ maybe this is all working too well. They're past the point of no return, in a bubble of skin, sensation, and desire and she can hardly wait to see what else he has in store for them.
Without wasting another second, she removes her underwear herself and it joins their scattered clothing on the floor. Her fingers dance across his thigh, teasing him as she lifts her head and gazes into his eyes, green into soft brown.]
Your move. I'm fine with sitting unless you have something else in mind.
[Her hips are dangerously close to sinking down on him but she has enough rationale and curiosity left to ask him first.]
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There's no barrier remaining between them now, which becomes all the more apparent as he pulls her flush against him before cupping the side of her face and drawing her downward into a searing kiss, with enough force that it crushes their lips together, exhaling once it breaks, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a wicked smirk.]
Come here.
[He moves so quickly that the actual mechanics of it are lost in the moment; she's on her back in moments with him crouching over her, kissing his way down the column of her throat as he rolls her nipple teasingly between his thumb and index finger. He trails a series of kisses downwards, along her sternum and the valley between her breasts, craning his neck to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue.]
I promised you a distraction— [His voice is low and husky with need, the heat of his breath rolling against sensitive skin, one hand gliding over her hip.] —and I intend to deliver. It would be such a shame to rush things. It should be a distraction worth remembering.
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And he's so confident. Where the hell did that come from? Not that she'll complain but there's some impatience as her hips search for his and she manages to rasp out a heated reply.]
If you're planning to keep me here until morning, it better be a damn good distraction, Gale.
[She hadn't planned on saying his name either, neither did she plan for anything resembling rapport and yet...]
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Oh, I think you'll be pleased.
[A shiver runs through him when she says his name like that, all the way down the length of his spine, and he catches her between his teeth again, while his fingers against her thigh skim upwards so that he can steadily part her folds, stroking her experimentally with his index and middle fingers.]
I'm something of a perfectionist.
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[Damn it all. Words are going to be useless with his breath over her skin and the attention that he lavishes on her body. Some strange sense of pride makes her determined to not let her voice give so easily, not even as he gives careful attention to her breasts, not even as his hand glides down her hip and the side of her thigh.
... Which turns out to be a tall order as he parts her folds with his fingers and strokes, causing her to emit a whimpering gasp. Her arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage and she bites her lower lip as the whole of her shudders. At this point, she's still too proud to beg but it feels so good and her body feels relieved at the sweet pressure. Her hips move to against his digits her breathing uneven but trying to find a rhythm that works for them both.]
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Quite eager, aren't you...
[He glances upwards to take in the breathtaking sight of her biting at her lower lip, and he lets out a wanton groan as he's reminded of just how badly he already aches for her; seeing her in such a state is almost enough to make him want to rush, but he sucks in a sharp breath and reminds himself to stay the course, that doing so will be well worth it.
Slipping out from beneath her arms, he works his way steadily downwards, kissing both above and below her navel before he disappears between her thighs, giving her a clear view of the way his back muscles pull taut between his shoulders as he roughly grasps her hips with both hands. She doesn't remain unattended for long, and the press of his fingers is replaced by the eager nudge of his nose and the warm, flat press of his tongue. He gives her hips a sharp tug forward against him and begins to lick and kiss and tease with enthusiasm, letting out an almost obscene moan that's muffled against her as he curls his tongue into her.]
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When he grips her hips and dips between her legs, she immediately understands what he's setting out to do and even after all that's happened so far, her face and shoulders redden. The feel of his tongue as he tugs her forward makes her gasp.]
Ahโ!
[And without meaning to it turns into a sweet cry as she arches her back. This is relentless. It's obscene and overwhelming with how much he's proving to her at how much he wants her, how effective she's been at seducing him. Oh, but the tables are turned as he fervently works her up and she moans and make other sounds she didn't know she had. He may be drinking her in, but she's the one getting intoxicated. Her arousal is more than apparent as he tastes and teases her and she tries to conceal her whimpers to no avail.]
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Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
[He's enjoying himself far, far too much.]
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[She twitches around his tongue and the one finger he teases her with. If she could reprimand him for his smugness she wouldโ But her mind is going blank with the sheer pleasure he's drowning her in. Whatever pride or resolve she had to try and hold back has dissolved completely. His hands, his skin on hers, the tender and lustful tasting is too much. Her eyes squeeze shuts as she pants her words a series of delirious babbling.]
I... I'm... I...!
[That's all the warning she can give before euphoria pushes her over that final edge and she comes, her voice an impassioned wail. Her center is hot and throbbing as the waves of bliss wash over her and she trembles unable to move away from him; she doesn't want to move away from him if her thighs hugging the sides of his head say anything.
God, she's gotten herself into more than she's bargained for and she doesn't know whether to congratulate or curse herself for it all.]
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