Internship, Possible Travel (Closed)

Nailini thought that over while she watched him walk away. She could have her stuff packed in barely an hour and getting up early was no problem, but she didn't want to cause him anymore trouble and he was offering her to stay there. It would be quicker if she just stayed over and, if she was still tired, she could always sleep on the flight over to Italy. It did amuse her somewhat how he mentioned having a pilot, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"If you're sure its no trouble, I'd like to stay the night here." she replied before considering his last question. "I'm fluent in Spanish, which uses the same phonetics. I believe that if I get one of those phrasebooks to read through the flight, I'll be alright by the time we get there. Everything else I can just look up in a dictionary."
 
"I had four semesters of classical Latin in college myself," Ryan added. "Between that and your Spanish, we shouldn't be too badly off. If all else fails, we can hire an interpreter, I suppose."

He shook his head. Money really wasn't an object any more for him, but it still went against his grain to spend money like water. He'd long since accepted the idea that they'd be flying to Europe and paying for accomodations. Hiring another full-time person was a new idea to him.

"No vaccinations are required for travel to Italy," Ryan said, turning back from the desk and walking back over toward Nailini. "So, welcome to the team. Remember, when you're packing, that even though it's springtime, Rome is still at the same latitude as New York. And that in order to visit many churches and other places that we may be going, the dress codes there are much more conservative than we observe here in the United States. Long sleeves and dresses."

Stepping up directly in front of her, he spoke more softly again. "You're sure that the sexual part of this won't be a barrier to you? Tell me if it is. As much as I'd prefer you were my partner, I suppose that I can find someone else for that as well."
 
The young woman nodded quietly at his comments about the language barriers, and the possible interpreter. The news about the 'dress code', though, almost made her wince. She really disliked going shopping, being so picky that she even ticked herself off sometimes. And she was not normally a dress or skirt girl.

"I will take a bit longer then. I'll have to go buy more appropriate clothing." she said before she looked up at his face, his soft words making her hesitate before she answered truthfully "I don't think it will be a problem. If that changes, I'll make sure to find you a beautiful Italian woman to replace me."

Feeling a little crowded and nervous, she stood up and started making her way towards the door, the soft leather boots she wore making no noise against the floor. "I better get going if I have to pick up those clothes. Is there anything else you need from me? Anything specific I should pack?"
 
"Nobody will replace you, Nailini," Ryan told her. "Unless you change your mind about wanting to be part of this project, you're an essential part of this team. If it comes to it, there are always prostitutes."

He followed her over to the door. "Any idea what time I should look for you back here tonight?"

[Sorry to be brief, have to hurry off to work]
 
Nailini felt herself smile a little. He was being nice and it almost made her feel bad about being cautious around him. Maybe she should try getting to know him better later tonight and during the flight, if they weren't both sleeping. Hearing his question, she shrugged a little.

"I'll try and hurry. If I'm lucky, I'll be back here in three hours. If not, I might just call you and see if you can magically get me nice clothes without me having to go shopping, which i don't like." she said as she opened the door, looking back at him as she said "I'll be back before nightfall. Thank you for holding the job for me."

With that, she started walking back to her apartment, her fingers fiddling with the top button of her shirt, the first one he had undone.

A couple of hours later, she rang his doorbell once more, her luggage at her feet and a small knapsack hanging from her shoulder. She was clad in a simple sweatpant/jacket set in black with light blue designs running down one side. Her hair was up in a ponytail, some loose curls framing her face while she waited for the door to open.
 
Ryan answered the door in a minute. He too was differently clad, having taken a shower; now he was wearing cords and a long-sleeved pullover shirt with a polo collar, almost all in black.

"Well!" he exclaimed, "You're back even sooner than I'd hoped. Come in, come in." Once again, he pulled the door open and stepped to one side, smiling broadly.

"I've been working on the clothes spell," he said, once the door was closed. "I can't do that yet, but I think that I might be able to whip up an illusionary change of clothes. I don't know how well that will work yet, but maybe you can tell me."
 
Having smiled when he opened the door, Nailini grabbed her luggage and dragged it inside, resting it carefully on a corner next to it. Standing straight, she felt her eyebrow raise at his words, a laugh leaving her lips while she pulled the jacket zipper down, revealing a simple white tank top beneath.

"You do realize I was joking, right?" she asked him while tucking her hair behind her ear. Her hazel eyes took in the change in clothing, silently approving. He looked much more relaxed in those clothes than the ones he had worn before. "Umm... Is there somewhere I can leave all my stuff that won't be in the way?"
 
He definitely liked the tank top, but he had liked the look of the sweatsuit too. It emphasized her slenderness. For the moment, he made no comment about her having been joking about the clothes.

"I've opened up a guest room for you," Ryan replied. "It's not as if I haven't got more space than I could use. It isn't a room I've redecorated since my uncle owned the place, but the linens are new. You'll have to let me know if the matress needs to be replaced."

He reached for what looked to be the heaviest of her bags, and turned to lead her over to the staircase going upstairs. "What would you like in the way of dinner? We could go out, or I could cook for us. Better, I suppose, to use up the food here. We may not be back for a while."

There were still times when he thought like a college student. The cost of the spoiled food would never make a difference for Ryan now.
 
"Thank you." she answered him quietly before grabbing her other bag and following him up the stairs. Her eyes quietly traced the frame his shirt hugged, wondering for a brief moment how his body would feel pressed to hers. Blushing at the thought, she pushed it away. She supposed she would find out soon enough.

Hearing his question, Nailini nodded. "We should have dinner here. I can help you cook and clean up afterwards."
 
"We'll be eating out a lot, I suppose," Ryan said, turning down a long hallway which seemed to run down the length of the second floor, heading in both directions. "We might be glad to have had a home-cooked meal tonight. Are you hungry yet, and what would you like? I'd suggest something other than Italian food."

He turned again, into an open bedroom door on the right. There was a window on the far wall which looked out over the front lawn, and a big, four-poster bed extending out from the left. There were bureaus and bookcases matching the bedstead, and the carpeting was a deep indigo, while the walls were a light blue.

"I call this the blue room," Ryan said, setting the bag down atop a low dresser with two rows of drawers beneath, leaving plenty of room for the other bag next to it. His muscles did move beneath the pullover, which seemed to cleave to his skin.

"So," he asked her, turning to face her, "Have you figured the magic out yet? If not, I think I've done a pretty good job."
 
"Whatever you'd like to cook is fine. I'm not picky." Nailini replied as her eyes took in the room. The furniture looked expensive and beautiful and, it just so happened, that her favorite color was blue. Briefly she wondered if Ryan had known that, but that was impossible. They had rarely spoken before now. The bookcases made it feel even more like her room, since she was an avid reader. Placing her bag next to the other one, she turned to him.

At his words she frowned, looking at him carefully once more. Her eyes opened a little wider as she realized what he was telling her. Slowly, she reached a hand towards him, allowing her fingertips to brush along his abdomen. "The shirt?" she asked quietly, her eyes watching the movements of the shirt under her fingertips.
 
When Nailini's fingetip came into contact with Ryan's stomach, she felt only his smooth flesh, and no fabric. Ryan nodded to her, and brought his own fingertip to the skin exposed beneath the bottom of her tank top, mirroriing her action.

"Exactly right," he murmured, and the shirt disappered as if it had never been there. His chest was not quite hairless, and the muscular, but not nearly musclebound contours of his chest were exposed to her. And here's an even better trick, one of my most sophisticated so far."

He seemed to concentrate for a moment, and Nailini's jacket rather quickly fell -through- her body. A telekinetic push from Ryan sent it backward so it would not pool around her feet or occupy the same space that her feet or shoes did when it landed.

"Say stop if you mean stop, Nailini," he said quietly. "But if you don't say stop, I'm not going to stop." All four of his fingertips traced their way along the skin of her tummy, around to one side, where his hand settled around her waist. "I want you something fierce, and I don't want to wait another single minute."
 
It took her a moment to realize she was touching his skin and, as soon as the illusion disappeared, she found herself brushing her fingertips along his skin once more, her eyes examining his chest quietly. It was a very nice chest too. Not too muscular, toned and smooth except for the couple of hairs that rested in the middle, almost guiding her towards his navel. The fingertip that touched her felt warm and made the butterflies in her stomach move around.

When the jacket fell through, Nailini bit her lip, holding back the urge to rub her arms where the skin felt tingly. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just unexpected. Just like his fingertips brushing along her skin before his whole hand rested on her waist. The contact made her take a deep breath and shiver lightly, enjoying the warmth his hand radiated against her skin. It still surprised her the way she could react with the right touches and, this one, she liked. It skirted a fine line between careful and almost sort of possessive.

"You said you wanted more than sex with me, yet you don't want to wait until we know each other better? That's a bit contradictory, isn't it?" she asked in an equally soft voice, not really telling him to stop either. Lifting her hazel eyes to look at him, she waited for his answer, curious.
 
"It doesn't seem like a contradiction to me at all," Ryan responded. "If all I was interested in was sex, I could find it elsewhere. It's even easier, when you're rich. Part of it is that I've wanted you for over a year, now. I wish that I'd approached you back when we shared that class. What were the odds that we would meet again? That's part of why I want to sieze the day. I'm sure that my uncle expected to come back here after his trip to Italy. Not to mention that one part of getting to know one another involves getting to know one another sexually."

He leaned closer, and for just a moment brushed his lips against hers. "Tell me that you want me to stop, and I will stop. I meant that. But no, I do not want to wait another minute."

Again, he concentrated, and Nailini realized that he had made the sweatpants fall off of her too, and away, as he had done with the matching jacket. Again, he added, "But don't stop me unless you really, really want to stop me. Because I think you want this too."

Once again, he brought his face closer, and this time, he let his lips linger on hers.
 
His answer made sense, she supposed, but Nailini was a little too distracted to comment on it. Her lips tingled where they had brushed his. His breath fell on her skin while he spoke and she could feel his skin under both of her small hands, having rested them on his chest when he moved closer. It was only then she noticed her sweatpants were gone, leaving her in a simple pair of black panties that hugged her hips.

She had to admit a small part of her was still scared, but a bigger part of her wanted this, wanted to try and give Ryan a chance.

When he moved closer once more, she kissed him back slowly, almost shyly. Her hazel eyes had closed as she tilted her head a little, her hair brushing along her shoulders while her hands moved upwards, cradling his necl in them while they continued to kiss.
 
Even as the kiss went on -- and it went on for a very long time -- Ryan's mind reeled as he realized that this was finally going to happen. He had not used any magic on Nailini's mind, not even on her body except to undress her. This was entirely her choice, though he had made every effort to convince her. Now, he had to make sure that she would never regret this choice.

His hands slid around to her back, and his arms drew her close. His chest pressed against her breasts, through the material of the tank top; that would have to go very soon now.

Ryan stepped out of his shoes and socks, and kicked them aside; he had only a little trouble casting the spell while kissing Nailini. His pants fell away too, and he hadn't been wearing any underwear all day. He was naked now.

HIs hands moved up her body, and each thumb slid beneath the white material of that tank top. On;y after that did Ryan break their kiss, to pull the top up and over her head.
 
A soft sound escaped her lips as she felt his hands move along her back, her body arching a little to press more firmly against his. Her breathing picked up a little, her skin erupting in goosebumps at the feel of his thumbs brushing along her back, dragging the thin shirt with them. Once their lips pulled away, she raised her arms the rest of the way so he would pull it off, leaving her in a bra that matched her panties. Without a word, she took off her shoes and stood barefoot in front of him, only then noticing he was naked already.

Slowly, she allowed one of her hands to brush down his back, feeling his muscles move slightly under her touch before her hand stopped at his lower back, her fingertips slowly teasing the skin there. She shivered a little, feeling slightly cold, knowing her nipples were very hard under the bra.
 
Ryan took note of the matching underwear set. If he was going to be manufacturing clothing for Nailini, he would have to remember things like that. Not that he was going to leave her in them for very long now.

"If you're chilly, there's a jacuzzi in my room, just across the hall," Ryan suggested, "or we could just get under the covers." He had a hunch, though, that they would both be feeling warmer soon. He brought his hands back to her back so he could unfasten her bra and finally see her bosom after wanting to for so long.

Ryan felt her fingers on his own back, and pressed lightly back against her digits there. He murmured another spell, in Latin, one he would normally have performed silently, to protect them both against diseases, and to make sure that Nailini didn't conceive. Magically safe sex was a very good thing.
 
"Bed sounds like a better idea..." Nailini murmured as she closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest while he fiddled with her bra. The brush of his fingers tickled and she felt herself sigh in relief once her large breasts were free, settling to press her hard nipples along his abdomen. His words tickled her ears, the words familiar even though she had never taken Latin.

"What does that one do?" she asked in a soft voice as she decided to lead him to the big bed. She walked slowly, still holding him close to her while she guided them both until her legs hit the side of the bed, her chest rising and falling with her slightly faster breathing.
 
Ryan had put freshly washed covers on the bed earlier, and turned them down for her. He had wanted to do laundry just before he packed in any case. He had looked through the bedding and found a royal blue percale set that nearly matched the deeper blue of the carpeting.

"If you like, it will be the first spell I teach you. It protects against pregnancy and STDs." It occured to Ryan only after he answered her that Nailini might be insulted that he had taken such precautions, but he said nothing. This was not a day and age where anyone could, or at least should, be unconcerned with safe sex.

He willingly let her lead him to the bed. She wouldn't have to tell him what shape the matress was in, he would know himself.
 
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