Madame Delanie's.... (Open)

[rnld1944]

Jerome

As I wander around the living room of Chloe's apartment, looking at the pictures on the wall .... thoughts go thru my mind as to who they all are. There are a few pictures of a young boy ... I guess that Chloe is about the right age to be his mother ... but that is probably a topic not discussed until she is ready to tell me more about her background. I also see much evidence of Chloe's deep interest in music - recordings, stacks of sheet music, volumes of lyrics.

I hear her coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray with coffee and some pastries. Turning toward her, I smile and take a seat on the small couch that she indicates. As she sits beside me, pours a cup of coffee and hands it to me, I allow my hand to linger on hers for a moment as I take the cup from her ... maybe it is just the warmth from the cup, but still the warmth of her hand against mine is stimulating. Adding just a bit of milk to my coffee, I lean back on the couch as Chloe fixes her cup and sits back.

I sense some nervousness in Chloe - perhaps a little fear that I will ask some questions that will make her uncomfortable. Turning to her, "If I didn't know it already, I can certainly tell from your living room that you really love your music." Leaning forward, placing my hand on your knee, "Do you have a favorite recording or singer that you would like to listen to as we talk?"

 

[alli_cat]

Chloe

I'm finding it very hard to think of music with Jerome's palm resting on my leg. His hand is so large and strong-looking, and a little shiver runs though me as I imagine the feel of that hand over my body, the sound of his voice whispering in my ear...

Reluctantly, I stand and pick up the first recording I find, a 1926 Bessie Smith. As the smooth, brassy tones of Joe Williams' trumpet drift across the room, I gladly return to Jerome's side, placing myself a little closer to him as I sit on the sofa, so that our bodies are touching. I gently rest my head against his shoulder and sigh, inhaling his warm, masculine scent. I close my eyes and smile, amused at myself as I realise how much I'm longing for his hand to return to my leg.

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome

As Chloe moves toward her collection of music, I take the opportunity to just watch her float across the room .... damn, she is really getting to me .... not sure just what she is in the mood for tonight, so I want to be careful, but, since she did invite me up here for coffee .......

As she returns to the couch, she sits a little closer than before; actually sitting right next to me, close enough that our bodies are touching .... I know that Chloe can very quickly pick up on a man's interest in her, but I really don't think about what she does at the club .... being in her apartment, alone with her, I can put our "work" situation out of my mind and just focus on her.

OOC: I'm going to change to a "first-person" dialogue from here on .... ok?

IC:

As you sit on the couch, you lean your head to my shoulder with a sigh, closing you eyes, seemingly lost in the music .... I know you are tired, but I think there is more to your head on my shoulder than just being tired. If you were really that tired, you would have just let me drop you off and be on my way. Setting my coffee cup back down on the table, turning toward you, I take my other hand and tilt your chin up, leaning in to kiss you lightly on the lips .... yet, firmly enough to let you know that this is more than "just a kiss" ... hopefully communicating to you that I do have thoughts about you ....

 

[alli_cat]

Re: Jerome

OOC: I'm going to change to a "first-person" dialogue from here on .... ok?

Sure, but only 'cause I like you And as long as you don't mind if I don't!!


IC: Jerome's lips feel so warm and soft, pressing against me but still undemanding. The gentleness of his touch stirs me in a way that no customer could, going a long way towards reassuring me that he actually cares about me, and will allow me to take things at my own pace. I lightly run my fingers through his hair, cupping his head and pulling his mouth more firmly to mine. All trace of tiredness is gone now, my body responding to the nearness of his. Our lips part slightly, and his warm, moist breath causes a shiver to run through my body, starting in my chest and curling at the base of my stomach. I can feel his heart beating faster as well, and I raise my free hand to his chest, pressing my palm over his heart and feeling its strong rhythm. I feel his hand on my leg, just resting against my thigh softly. I long for it to climb higher, to stroke and massage me, but the unfulfilled desire is exciting in itself. I can't remember the last time that I actually wanted to be touched, and I delight in the heady sensation, kissing Jerome more fervently as our bodies are drawn closer together.

 

[rnld1944]

Jerome

As our kiss carries on, lips beginning to press together a bit more firmly .... opening slightly .... my tongue traces gently over yours .... hearing a gasp as my tongue touches your lips. I drop my hand to your leg, just about your knee, feeling the softness of your inner thigh. At the same time, I feel your hand on my chest, resting just above my heart ... I'm sure you can feel the pounding in my chest .... and I trust you know the reason for the pounding.

As our kiss continues, becoming more passionate, I feel the press of your body against mine. I can't help but feel the softness of your breasts thru your blouse as you lean into me .... and yet as we kiss, I begin to feel the hardening of your nipples poking into my chest. Gently, but very definitely, I begin to caress your thigh with my fingers, staying just above the knee, but feeling your legs begin to open just a bit ....

I do move my hand slightly up your thigh, but not rushing .... I want you, but I want this to be something that we will both want at the same time .... not just something in the "heat of the moment"