09-29-2014, 09:58 AM
She felt good against him, all warm and soft and firm all at the same time. Part of him was tired, but part of him wasn't. And he liked her. She was simple, direct, and honest with herself. She'd gone out for a reason and wasn't shy about it. Nor had she been shy about anything else that night. It always made him smile. See a professional woman in a professional setting and you sometimes might have a hard time seeing that underneath all those business suits and hard attitude was a woman who liked to party like anyone else. You just had to know how to treat them, how to woo them, to let them know you respected them as a person- a whole person, including sexual needs. And looking around Alex's apartment, now that he could think straight anyway, it was clear that she was professional.
As if in confirmation, she leaned over- her hair falling onto his chest, tickling him- and reached for a card by her night stand. "I have to be up in a few hours. My number is on the back. Call anytime you want to do this again. No strings attached."
Alex laid the card on his chest and laid back down against against him. "Feel free to sleep as long as you'd like, just lock up."
He looked at the top of her head against him, felt the way her body fit against his side, her leg over his, and felt a brief stirring. He picked up her card and when he read what was on it he started laughing. You have got to be kidding me! Of all the women out there, he'd hooked up with a CCD Psych. He'd called it. Professional all the way. And yet a hellcat in the bedroom. Of course, if he were smart, he'd get the hell out of there like right now. Still...he hadn't done anything wrong. Not tonight anyway. And as far as he knew, there weren't any warrants out for him. In fact, other than the situation with Boris, he hadn't been in the system for a while. Course all it would take was one quick look for her to find out his past and then who knew how she'd respond.
Still, she was something. Hellcat had been the right word. Holy shit, she had been something. Wild in all the right places. And now...knowing who and what she was, well...that just made things spicier. For some reason, he really wanted her now, as if to stake a claim or something. At least to say that she hadn't scared him away. Now, more than ever he felt deliciously evil.
He prayed and the power flowed through him. Suddenly, he felt her skin against him like it was smoother than the smoothest finest thread count silk, the smell of sweat in the air, the warmth of her skin hot to the touch, the feel of her heartbeat in her breast against his chest, the even sounds of her breathing. It was if every sense had been enhanced, the colors brighter, the tastes sharper, the smells clearer, as if he was now fully alive, and he growled in response, pulling her to him, making a stronger connection.
A memory of Nox and the kid at he gym came to him and he smiled, saying "Nuh UH-uh, "
and put his hands to her ribs and began tickling her up and down her side. She jerked her head up with a laugh and a smile and tried to grab them with his arms. He let her sort of pin them. But he sent a tendril of air under the sheets and continued to tickle her at her ribs and stomach. She squirmed and screamed, laughing. He wondered how long it would take her to notice.
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 29 2014, 10:01 AM.
As if in confirmation, she leaned over- her hair falling onto his chest, tickling him- and reached for a card by her night stand. "I have to be up in a few hours. My number is on the back. Call anytime you want to do this again. No strings attached."
Alex laid the card on his chest and laid back down against against him. "Feel free to sleep as long as you'd like, just lock up."
He looked at the top of her head against him, felt the way her body fit against his side, her leg over his, and felt a brief stirring. He picked up her card and when he read what was on it he started laughing. You have got to be kidding me! Of all the women out there, he'd hooked up with a CCD Psych. He'd called it. Professional all the way. And yet a hellcat in the bedroom. Of course, if he were smart, he'd get the hell out of there like right now. Still...he hadn't done anything wrong. Not tonight anyway. And as far as he knew, there weren't any warrants out for him. In fact, other than the situation with Boris, he hadn't been in the system for a while. Course all it would take was one quick look for her to find out his past and then who knew how she'd respond.
Still, she was something. Hellcat had been the right word. Holy shit, she had been something. Wild in all the right places. And now...knowing who and what she was, well...that just made things spicier. For some reason, he really wanted her now, as if to stake a claim or something. At least to say that she hadn't scared him away. Now, more than ever he felt deliciously evil.
He prayed and the power flowed through him. Suddenly, he felt her skin against him like it was smoother than the smoothest finest thread count silk, the smell of sweat in the air, the warmth of her skin hot to the touch, the feel of her heartbeat in her breast against his chest, the even sounds of her breathing. It was if every sense had been enhanced, the colors brighter, the tastes sharper, the smells clearer, as if he was now fully alive, and he growled in response, pulling her to him, making a stronger connection.
A memory of Nox and the kid at he gym came to him and he smiled, saying "Nuh UH-uh, "
and put his hands to her ribs and began tickling her up and down her side. She jerked her head up with a laugh and a smile and tried to grab them with his arms. He let her sort of pin them. But he sent a tendril of air under the sheets and continued to tickle her at her ribs and stomach. She squirmed and screamed, laughing. He wondered how long it would take her to notice.
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 29 2014, 10:01 AM.