The Burlesque Lounge

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

Damn if he hadn’t asked a loaded question, especially as her lips left his. She blinked and cursed softly. At that moment, she had a one word answer for him, one that remained unspoken except in her mind.

You.

Instead, she cursed ever so softly and slid off his lap, tugging down her little black dress that hugged her form. She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. She still could feel the gentle impression of his teeth there. Yep. Temptation. Turning on her toes, her eyes searched for her black jacket and her purse.

“A burger and fries, please. Maybe a milkshake too.”

It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but it would have to do. As much as her senses were screaming for her to take him home and fuck his brains out, she knew she wasn’t going to do it. She wanted to swear at her momma for raising her a lady because right then and there, she felt anything but.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He grinned wickedly as she cursed under her breath and slipped from his lap, like a little kitten resisting temptation, her tongue flicking over those luscious lips. The taste of them was still lingering somewhere over his own. He watched in amusement as she tugged that sexy little black dress down her curves and turned to grab her things. The things he wanted to do to her.

"Burger, fries, and milkshake it is then."

He smiled, finally rising from the chair, grabbing his jacket and taking a step forward. Suddenly pausing as if he had remembered something, Charlie's hand slipped into the back pocket of his trousers while Starlin's back was turned to him at that moment. He chuckled and let out a soft laugh, pulling out the folded bill from his pocket. So that's what she was doing a few minutes ago. Sneaky little kitten. He liked it. This was going to be more fun than he had imagined.

"I think this should cover it. What do you think?"

Charlie moved close to where she was standing just as she turned to face him, the hundred dollar note held up between his fingers. As he approached her, he calmly slipped it back into his shirt pocket and grinned, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I hope they have change. Let's go."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~


She glanced over her shoulder and grinned when she noticed he was holding the folded bill in his fingers.

“I don’t know where you come from, Charlie, but the last time I checked? Burgers, fries and milkshakes don’t cost anywhere near a hundred dollars.”

She gave him a wink, tossed her jacket over her arm, shouldered her purse and headed for the door to her dressing room.

“I know this little diner down the street. It’s a little hole in the wall place but the food is to die for.”

She left her bag in her dressing room. She’d come back for it when they finished eating. Stepping out, she waited for him to join her. They left the lounge and headed down the street. He asked her questions and she answered them. Mostly about her studies. He held the door open for her at the diner. The place was relatively quiet so they had their pick of booths.

The meal was as enjoyable as the company. He told jokes. They laughed. It wasn’t that she was surprised that he would be good company, but her mind had been more overwhelmed by her awareness of him sexually. This, this had been nice. But, eventually, she glanced at the time. It was time to go.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He grinned back as she tossed the jacket over her arm and headed out the door, unable to resist commenting on his spending habits she assumed he always followed. Charlie walked out of the dressing room right after her.

"Sounds good to me. I prefer places like that to the fancy restaurants. At least the food is tasty and reasonably priced. And don't need to wait in those lines."

The food was good. But he wanted dessert. She laughed at his jokes. Even the ones which weren't that funny. He didn't divulge much personal information, especially about his profession. She was wise not to ask him any more questions about it. It wasn't that late. He was wondering what was going through her mind. He paid with the hundred dollar bill and left a handsome tip for the elderly lady who had served them, collecting the rest of the cash and stuffing it into his jacket pocket.

"My car is parked right down the street from here."

He took her hand into his and smiled, unaware that she had to go back to the lounge to pick up her bag.

"Let me take you home."

He glanced around as they stood on the sidewalk before his gaze returned to her face.

"I won't take no for an answer."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

“Well, you’re going to have to. I need to go back to the lounge for my bag. I left it in my dressing room.”

She stood there, her hand in his, looking at him. That tension was back again. It was a subtle thing. An undercurrent under the civility.

“Listen Charlie, I’ve had a good time tonight and I’m almost sure you’re not some hatchet killer,” she grinned at him in jest, “but I’m not ready to let you know where I live. I hope you can understand that.”

She was going to be blunt and truthful. Of course, if he didn’t ask her something directly, she didn’t have to offer. It was just that simple.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie wanted her. He wanted to feel those lips of hers against his mouth. To touch those tender curves and slide his hands over them while her toned and delicate body crushed against his. He wanted to rip that little black dress right off her in the middle of that street and...

"Fair enough."

He was smiling into her eyes as she spoke, holding his hand. She didn't have to tell him where she lived. He was not a killer. He was correct about that. It made him chuckle. But a girl had every right to protect herself as well as privacy, especially from strangers.

"Let's go back to the dressing room then."

It was not a question. Charlie's smile faded and his fingers slipped away from between hers as his hand slid to the small of her back and rested there firmly, his body pressing against hers from the side, almost pulling her towards him, his eyes bore down into hers. They were filled with lust. A hunger that was just waiting to surface and swallow them.

 

[Light Ice]

Sharp pleasure, and a burst of pain hit me when his teeth dug into the sensitive nipple in his mouth. The contrast of that compared to the warm, wet, soothing embrace of his mouth was stark. The moan that forced itself passed my lips stole my breath, and when he plunged inside me, I could only offer a silent, open mouthed cry. I had forgotten how full he could make me feel, pressing urgently against my cervix; tight, quivering pussy struggling to accommodate his heavy length.

My nails dragged along his shoulders as I sucked in a deep breath. When we met each others eyes he saw the agonized pleasure in mine, and I saw the predatory lust in his. It was beautiful, and I never broke the gaze as he took me savagely again, hard and ruthless, massive cock stuffing my sopping, velvet sex. I squealed as the heady pleasure rippled through my frame. Squeezing. Milking. Relishing him buried within my silken sheath. My whole body rocked with each violent stroke. Just like that, he had taken control. I had thought that I had taken initiative, but all it took was a movement.

His girl.

My hand pressed against his chest as we carried on our tempestuous fuck, breasts bouncing from the force of it as he wrenched the moans from deep in my belly. "Nn... Nn... Chris, I..."

Again my nails dug into his skin. I felt muscles in his chest move beneath my fingers. I felt my stomach tense, and in turn, seemingly every muscle in my body. I felt an impassioned scream rip from my lungs, back arched with the delicious, raw sensation. I felt my heated pussy clutch desperately at his aching manhood, clinging for all its worth about its thick length. I felt blissful, heavenly orgasm, racing through my nerves.

My world was shattered. I never thought a girl could cum so hard. And with him, it didn't seem strange that he had brought me to my peak so quickly.

He was my man.

A man's fortune sometimes escaped him. I'd seen it. Men, from all walks, were vulnerable to going blind to life's small and unexpected pleasures. You could lose the small and special moments when they were veiled in the shadow of accomplishments. They'd slip through your fingers like sand and haunt you, caught in the shoe of your memories, impossible to entirely shake and impossible to recapture. Every man had his share of regrets. I wasn't any different - except I'd learned.

She would not slip through my fingers. I held her, rooted her against me, trapped her soft hips against my own as they bucked and jumped and shuddered. She came apart in my hands, splintered, and beneath those full lashes her eyes fluttered and pinched shut. Beauty was a rare thing. The world around us was dark and grim, gray and laden with the many thin imitations that it could muster. I was not fooled. She was special. The earthy sensuality of her cum, the way her fingers flexed against my broad chest and she clung to me, took me with her.

Around my prick her sex ran hot, slick. It milked merciless, instinctual, with the timeless ease that a woman's body could master a man's. I'd not been close, not really. She'd rushed me to this moment, my girl. She'd carried me there as her ass crushed to my thighs and her hips locked tight to mine, grinding me inside her, working her through that climax until my own restraint snapped and I felt myself join her.

"Dammit." I cursed beneath my breath, forced out the words through gritted teeth as my body arched beneath her own against the assault of sensations.

I poured myself into her. Splashed her walls, flooded them with a torrential cum that sparked white lights behind my eyes. I felt her collapse atop me and was late to recognize my hand in her hair, the fire of that mane wound in my fist. When had I taken hold of her? When had I pulled her down? It didn't matter. She was there. Her full breasts crushed to my chest and our breath mingling in heated, gasping puffs of air as her little forehead leant itself to mine.

"Mine."

I did not recognize my own voice and it startled me with its certainty. The claim a dark, twisted promise atop the sheets as we lay bound to one another. There was a promise in this moment that was new to me. It surged as the after-tremors of pleasure finished with us both and left us, glassy eyed, to look at one another in the dark. This place would not due. It was unfit for her. For us. I'd find us something fitting in the next day or so.

"I'll take care of you." A promise that I meant. Words in the dark. My palm gliding across her cheek and my thumb across the pout of her lips.

 

[DemureDryad]

In the aftershocks of such an earthshattering climax, basking in that warm sun of bliss. The tensing of my inner walls continued as he flooded me with his seed, as he had that night. I looked into his eyes, and saw his pleasure. I saw his ravenous hunger satiated. Never would I stop loving giving him that satisfaction. I whimpered weakly as he pulled me roughly to him, a fistful of dark red tresses in his hand, my thoughts still clouded by the torrent of lustful abandon. I saw that he was still lost in his pleasure.

We listened to each others excited, staccato breaths. His voice rumbled, echoing to the depths of my mind as it always did.

"Mine." The possessiveness in his tone sparked nothing but affection for him. I felt close to him, not just because of the way my body contoured to fit against his, or because he remained buried deep inside of me, both of us still shuddering from the faint tremors of our orgasm.

"I'll take care of you." Tantalizing whispers, and promises. I could hear the meaning in his voice. I didn't think about them, as I hadn't when he had asked the question at the lounge. It was a given. Predetermined. The words were in place before they had been spoken. His sincerity resonated in the way his thumb caressed my lower lip, parted with the effort of my breath.

"I was waiting for you to come back."

There was no choice but to kiss him when the words had left me.

 

[Light Ice]

Our lips met and all of a sudden it wasn't just her breath, that sweetness, but the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her tongue as it urgently curled to mine. This was not an elegant affection. My heart ran on ahead of me beneath her breasts, pounding, distracting me from the softer and more tender intricacies of kissing. We were desperate and sudden, soft but weighted in haste. When she pulled away it wasn't far. Her cheek on mine. The stubble along my jawline nuzzled by those perfect lips and my fingers working tenderly across her scalp and through her silken hair.

I was hardening inside her again, filling her. Unable to help myself as she remained close and we spoke in whispers under the veil of darkness.

"I know." I told her.

In my mind I was preparing tomorrow already. Shopping. Giving her what she deserved. She was not a trophy kind of woman. I knew it. She'd protest. She'd argue. But in the end, I needed her to have what she wanted. I needed the satisfaction of providing for her. The clothes. The lingerie. It'd never replace these moments. It was not a supplement. But it was, in a way, a trade.

She was smart. I'd fallen for that. The passionate spark between us had never swallowed it up. It'd been a choice for her to be here, despite the gun that lay on my floor, despite the money. The empty apartment that I'd brought her to. My business was a criminal one. A dangerous one. And she'd made the choice to stand beside me for it.

I could not, however, bring her into it.

The wealth I'd drape her in was a trade for that rift between us. A silent promise that in the event the nature of my work took me from her, incase I could not outrun the consequences, she would not be left with nothing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

That look in his eyes. The devil lurked in their depths. She was playing with fire. She knew it too. The question in her mind was, how far? How far before the fire ignited and engulfed her? And could she walk away from it? She felt like she could. So why didn’t she feel more confident of that?

He let go of her hand, but she soon felt his at the small of her back. His eyes held hers captive. Her breathing turned shallow and quick. It took every ounce of her will power to start walking back toward the lounge. At least he gave the respect of backing off when she wanted it.

There was a great deal on her mind as they walked back so she could retrieve her bag. The first and foremost was the fact that they had just finished eating. They had polished off their food amid laughter and a good time. Charlie, however, was looking at her like he could eat again and she was the meal.

 

[DemureDryad]

"I know."

I was the perfect thing to say. As I was imagining what it would be like, to be his girl, I realized that I didn't know. I had only this inexplicable affection, this strange need, to assure me that it would be alright. But it seemed to be enough, as I held myself against him, stocking clad thighs astride his strong frame. Our shared lust still lingered, like a color filter on the lens of a camera, coloring the world in shades of our excitement. He stiffened in the tight confines of my pussy, still ready for more.

My hips rocked slow against him, puling away only a little before again sinking to the base of him, eliciting a soft moan. My gentle kisses rained down upon his broad shoulders. My heart skipped a beat. It felt so good to feel his hands on me again. My lover...

I clung to the moment, it had been so long. And these feelings that were so delicate they might disappear if they were spoken of.

Words once again made their failure known.

 

[Light Ice]

I rolled her beneath me, tucked her long little body under mine and spread those gorgeous stems wide around my rangy hips. She, beneath me, was an autumn-haired angel. It billowed upon the sheets, framed her gorgeous face. I stared into her perfect eyes as my hips retreated, dragging my prick slowly from the perfect grip of her slick sex. Inch by inch revealing itself, glistening in the light, shining from the cream of our mixed cum until the only bit buried inside of her was the plump, plum-like crown.

A man could go his entire life and not find this feeling. I knew it. It was a never-ending wave of affection, desire. My appreciation for those full breasts, narrow waist, soft tummy, rounded hips. The perfect stretch of her legs as they curled around my hips, kept me from escaping her entirely, bound us to one another as I curled one strong hand under her ass and took hold while my other wandered to weigh her breast in my palm.

We made love now. Slowly, as I looked down to her, my hips sank forward. Filling her. Spreading her once more with my prick, stretching her little sex around my thick length. Braced above her, looming, my chin dipped and my eyes raked down the body beneath me. Soft femininity, creamy skin. Her breast a pillow in my hand with that tight, peaked nipple against my palm. My prick looked so impossibly large as it sank into her, retreated, and sank deeply again. Her little pussy clinging to it, clutching at it, ripping a low groan from my chest as my head fell forward and rested on the pillow beside her head. Our cheeks together.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

It took her a few seconds before they started walking. His gaze left her face and focused straight ahead. But his mind was still on her. So was his hand as it remained steady against her lower back. It didn't waver or attempt anything crude or inappropriate, not yet anyway, even though his fingers were itching to trace the sensuous curves of her hips and her ass, that the little black dress hug so well. It just quietly guided her all the way to the entrance of the place where she worked and then inside. Neither of them spoke much on their way back to the lounge. They hardly glanced around at the various acts being performed in the main area or what was happening on stage. Skipping all that, they proceeded straight towards her dressing room. She had to retrieve her bag.

They made their way through the narrow, dimly lit passage as Charlie's hand moved away from her body. The sound of the music faded. They stood outside her little corner, gazing into each others' eyes. After a few moments had passed, he glanced towards the knob and then back at her, leaning against the wall with his arm pressed against it, hands now folded, waiting for her to open the door, while she stood in front of it, facing him.

"I thought you had to get your bag."

The tension was obvious. Neither of them wanted to walk away from what was about to happen. But there was a light undertone to all that was going on and he was pretty sure he hadn't pressurized her into anything, in any way. From what he had seen so far, she was having a good time with him and was confident enough to say No if she wanted to. She had done it before. He was not ready however for another No.

"Or are we planning to stand here all night?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

They moved silently through the narrow, dimly lit corridor until they came to her closed door. She was so aware of him. He was like a scent on her skin. Turning slightly, her hand touched the door knob. She licked her lips nervously, though she was unaware that she had done so.

“Charlie, thank you for dinner. I had a really good time with you, but you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll take a cab home.”

She wasn’t one to fidget, but she was. The tension was that intense. Apparently however, he wasn’t planning on leaving her any time real soon. She looked at him a little longer then turned, opening the door. Striding across the room to the small closet where she stashed her bag. She let his last question go unanswered.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He continued to stare into her eyes while she fidgeted with a nervous tone in her otherwise confident voice, his ears purposely ignoring her, while his mind actively imagined what he wanted to do to her. He wasn't going anywhere. Not yet. His eyes moved to the door as it opened and she strode into her dressing room, without bothering to answer him. He didn't care. His question had been answered when her hand had grabbed the knob and pushed at it.

Charlie followed her into the room and kicked the door shut. A few paces down and he was right behind her even as she whirled around at the sound of the room being closed. Even before she could react, his hand had slid around her hip, just below her waist, but not quite over the cheek of her ass and grabbed her roughly against him. His hand slid up to her cheek as one finger caressed from her ear down to her chin. His eyes bore down into hers, but only for a moment. The next thing she knew, his mouth had claimed her lips, pushing her back against the wall just outside the closet. His other hand digging into her arm and then pressing against her shoulder in the process before it went up behind her head and just held it in his palm while his own head tilted.

His lips pressed against hers. Passionately. It was by no means a gentle affair. There was lust and wanton hunger that needed to be satisfied. Both of them had had enough of the games and the small talk. His hand slid down over the firm globe of her buttock, sandwiched between the softness and the wall, squeezing it firmly, before it slid lower and clutched her thigh, his own body pressing her back.

When the kiss broke, it was not because he was done. He wanted to kiss her. Again. And again. The sweet taste of her mouth lingered on his lips as he spoke.

"I don't think I want to go home just yet."

His hand slid around from the back of her head to the front, forefinger tracing down her throat all the way to her cleavage, pausing there, his eyes looking back up into hers with a primal desire, while his other hand squeezed her thigh.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

What had triggered it? The slamming door? The civility they had indulged in up to this point? She didn’t have time to think about it. He didn‘t allow it. The slamming door registered. Then he did. He was all over her, against her, like a bee on and in a flower, extracting honey. The very moment he pushed her back against the wall, feeling his lips on her own, she damn near melted into liquid and flowed to the floor. Instead, she simply flowed into her panties.

Oh, dear god, it was sinful to be so damn sexy.

He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want gentle. He was pressed against her. There was no exposed surface of her body that wasn’t touching his. The hem of her dress had hiked to the top of her thighs. She needed his body pressing her back against the wall or she was going to fall.

He spoke. Her eyes were focused on his lips before they reluctantly drug up toward his, finding his and wishing she hadn’t. She couldn’t look away and had the strange sensation of drowning without being submerged in water. She wanted to struggle. To flee. And yet, her limbs refused to obey. She felt the tip of his finger on the top of her breasts. Her skin tingled where his finger had trailed.

He didn’t want to go home yet?

She didn’t either.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Their eyes met. And stayed. His lips wanted another taste of her. His finger moved away from her chest as his hand went to the back of her neck, fingers curling around it. Charlie's head tilted one more time as he kissed her. Just as passionately but not as rough as before. Their tongues met. Breaths mingled. Bodies pressed against each other. There was no air between them. His hand found the softness of her ass once again, fingers slipping underneath the dress this time while his prick hardened inside the trousers, pressing against her abdomen. Their kiss deepened. Soft moans were exchanged between mouths.

Charlie moved his hand away from her neck and dropped it between them, all the way down to her upper thigh where the fabric of her stocking merged with bare flesh. Fingers clutched before releasing and finding their way underneath her dress and to the heat that lay between her gorgeous legs. He didn't invade. Rather just brushed his fingers slowly over the material of her panties that concealed her wetness. When their kiss broke, his mouth didn't leave her skin, rather moved closer to her ear and nipped at the tender flesh of the lobe. A husky voice whispered in her ear.

"You are wet for me. I like it."

Then his teeth dug into her neck before he leaned back and looked into those beautiful eyes. His body didn't budge. It remained pressed firmly against her, pinning her to the wall. She couldn't flee even if she wanted to. He wasn't going to let her. Not now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

He robbed her of breath one moment, then gave it back to her in the next. Breaths touched skin. His on her. Hers on his. Their tongues didn’t duel, they caressed. His hand was on her ass, pressing her against him even while his body had her pinned to the wall. She could feel the rigid length of his cock against the softness of her lower abdomen. A soft, low moan escaped the confines of her throat.

She was aching or rather, starting to. His hand slid along her stocking clad thigh, squeezing her tender flesh just at the rim where the material stopped and uncovered flesh began. Starlin felt herself soaking her panties. His fingers slid under the dress, hiking it even more as they journeyed between her thighs. Her lower body tensed as she waited for his fingertips to find her. They did. They teased the fabric there as his mouth continued to cover hers. She needed air! Great gulps of it. His mouth came away from hers as if on cue. She inhaled deeply only to have it whoosh from her lungs as his lips traced over tender skin to her ear and his voice, low and silky, spoke in her ear, making her shiver.

“You are wet for me. I like it.”

She pressed her lips to his shoulder, stifling the moan that wanted to escape her. It became a low mangled sound instead. His slid down to her neck and she felt sharp teeth sink into the vulnerable flesh of her neck. Her fingers were griping his forearms and her nails sank into his skin, even when he leaned back and stared into her eyes. Her own were dilated.

She wasn’t escaping him. Not now. Not for awhile to come. Her heart thumped in her chest like a cornered wild thing.

 

[DemureDryad]

I rolled her beneath me, tucked her long little body under mine and spread those gorgeous stems wide around my rangy hips. She, beneath me, was an autumn-haired angel. It billowed upon the sheets, framed her gorgeous face. I stared into her perfect eyes as my hips retreated, dragging my prick slowly from the perfect grip of her slick sex. Inch by inch revealing itself, glistening in the light, shining from the cream of our mixed cum until the only bit buried inside of her was the plump, plum-like crown.

A man could go his entire life and not find this feeling. I knew it. It was a never-ending wave of affection, desire. My appreciation for those full breasts, narrow waist, soft tummy, rounded hips. The perfect stretch of her legs as they curled around my hips, kept me from escaping her entirely, bound us to one another as I curled one strong hand under her ass and took hold while my other wandered to weigh her breast in my palm.

We made love now. Slowly, as I looked down to her, my hips sank forward. Filling her. Spreading her once more with my prick, stretching her little sex around my thick length. Braced above her, looming, my chin dipped and my eyes raked down the body beneath me. Soft femininity, creamy skin. Her breast a pillow in my hand with that tight, peaked nipple against my palm. My prick looked so impossibly large as it sank into her, retreated, and sank deeply again. Her little pussy clinging to it, clutching at it, ripping a low groan from my chest as my head fell forward and rested on the pillow beside her head. Our cheeks together.

Another meeting with that man, Chris. A practical stranger. Another blissful night of lovemaking. Only this time, it was different. Now he was mine, and I was his. How strange, that it did not trouble me, as my eyes slowly opened, clinging to his slumbering frame like a lifeline, my hand upon his chest, my cheek resting on his shoulder. My body bore the ache that comes after such a vigorous coupling, still nude except for my stockings. Clothes still littered the room, the sheets still rumpled and mussed to no end. No attempt was made to cover one another, and we lied together, naked, too tired to do anything but sleep in each others arms.

I listened to him breath, my breasts crushed against his side, feeling warm. Safe. Happy.

My man...

I yawned in the middle of a satisfied smile, my hand trailing over his strong chest. On a whim, I kissed his shoulder. Lazy, wet, soft kisses. His collar bone. His neck. The rough stubble upon his jaw. My voice penetrated the serenity of soft morning sunlight, of early birds chirping. Or maybe it was in harmony with it. It was the feverish whispers that dominated the night before, with the volume turned down.

"Baby... Wake up."

It felt nice to say that. He stirred, still half asleep, as my gentle lips moved over his chin, beside his nose, before returning, with patient affection, to his neck, purring into that cranny of his body. "Baby..."

How did this happen?

 

[Light Ice]

I'd left the curtains open and they belched light into the room, great gouts of it that slashed their lazy golden glow across the sheets that draped us. There was no confusion. I felt her, heard her, curled my arm around that lissome little waist and pulled her closer until she draped herself across me beneath the ruffled sheets. The apartment around us was ugly. Almost empty. Cream colored walls. Drab, neutral carpet.

My hand drifted, flowed lazily across the delicate line of her back until it curved her nude backside. I watched the sheets move, watched the shape of my hand and her body beneath them, before my eyes cut to her own.

"Hey." My voice sounded sleepy, even to me, thick with laziness and contentment.

Her little mouth brushed my skin, warmed it. It was amazing how quickly my body woke to her, sparks of sensation arcing sharply through my rugged frame and briefly provoking my hand to tighten on her ass. Pulling her even tighter to me. Indulging in the way she fit against my side.

 

[DemureDryad]

"Hey."

I purred as his strong hand gripped the pert curve of my bottom, crushing me against him. My leg curled about his, straddling his thigh. A tangle of limbs once more. God, how I loved that mans voice. My lips dragged gently along his jawline, still blinking the grit from my eyelids.

"I might have been fired over you, you know. I don't really care... I can always bar tend somewhere else."

I really didn't care, which was odd. I had never liked working there anyways. but a job was a job, and not caring felt a little irresponsible.

"Why do you have this apartment? It certainly doesn't look like you live here."

 

[Light Ice]

"You weren't fired."

There was no doubt in that. His word stretched a long way at the club, a long way. In his mind it would be her choice whether she stayed, or left, and whichever she made could not have troubled him less. She'd the right to do what she'd wanted. His hand brushed up along her spine in subtle assurance.

She spoke of the place and he answered, dipping his chin so that he could look down into her sleepy face. Beauty, etched there and timeless, stole his attention and all at once his fingers were gently slipping through her hair along her scalp and pushing the red strands back behind her ears.

"I've places all through town. I don't like hotels."

 

[DemureDryad]

"You weren't fired."

His certainty was surprising, and confusing. It made me wonder what he did, but I adhered to that unwritten rule that we had never spoken of. I was not to ask him that. I wondered how long it could go like that, briefly. For now, my ignorance was an asset to this happiness I felt.

Don't think.

My eyes closed as his fingers sifted through my hair, opening to portray affection. My hand closed around his as it trailed around my ear, pressing a soft kiss against his palm. I took in his words. "I've places all through town. I don't like hotels."

There was no need for questions. No need to ruin this. "Well, you can get rid of this one. My apartment is nearby. Stay there. With me." I paused. "Not now... It's a terrible mess..."

 

[Light Ice]

"You weren't fired."

His certainty was surprising, and confusing. It made me wonder what he did, but I adhered to that unwritten rule that we had never spoken of. I was not to ask him that. I wondered how long it could go like that, briefly. For now, my ignorance was an asset to this happiness I felt.

Don't think.

My eyes closed as his fingers sifted through my hair, opening to portray affection. My hand closed around his as it trailed around my ear, pressing a soft kiss against his palm. I took in his words. "I've places all through town. I don't like hotels."

There was no need for questions. No need to ruin this. "Well, you can get rid of this one. My apartment is nearby. Stay there. With me." I paused. "Not now... It's a terrible mess..."

There was so much unspoken. It stretched between us, forged itself into a divide, lingered there. For a moment, just a moment, I was happy to let it be. The feel of her lips against my palm, the way her little fingers wound with my own as she looked up at me, was enough to shake the thought. It'd been enough that she hadn't asked.

"Alright." I said.

And then I kissed her. My mouth briefly crushing her own, stealing from her the sweetness she'd given to me. Mine, she'd said. She'd embraced it, all of it, one foot in the dark like I'd asked of her. It didn't feel right. It nagged at me. It fought in that place of my heart that necessitated honesty, held it as a virtue in business. I found myself speaking as her lips left mine.

"My business isn't a clean one. It used to be but things have changed. Sometimes, after a long night, I don't care to go home. I don't even want to have a home to go to sometimes. I keep many. Most are empty like this one."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

A different hand slid to the back of her head this time as fingers tread through the gorgeous red hair before grabbing a fistful. He didn't quite yank it but rather just pulled her face away from his shoulder, her lips withdrawing from the fabric of the shirt there and gazed down into her eyes. She was a like a wild little cat, wanting to be tamed. He felt the sharp claws digging into his flesh even through the clothes he had on, as her hands gripped his forearms. His second hand remained underneath her dress, which had hiked up further, exposing more of the bare flesh.

"I had a really good time with you too, Starlin. But do you know why I waited?"

His two fingers applied pressure against the thin wet material. His own stiffness was pushing against her belly. The air in that little corner they were in was getting damp and warm. The noise had faded completely. All they could hear was the beating of their hearts, his voice, and the delicious moans emanating from her mouth. His mouth moved dangerously close to her ear as he whispered, fingers intently rubbing back and forth against her soaked panties.

"Dinner was good. But I wanted to eat dessert."

Saying that, his fingers found their way inside the fabric, pulling it aside with slight tension and one finger was buried all the way into the tightness between her legs. His mouth moved away from her ear and head leaned back, creating a bit of space between them even as he kept her pinned against the wall using his lower body. Eyes met again. His fingers left her hair and moved between them. Palm slid over the smooth curve of her breast as thumb and forefinger found the erect bud poking at the black material of her dress. He pinched it hard and curled the finger of his other hand inside her heat at the same time.

"And now I'm going to."