Hot and Burning

[Edwin]

Continued from here

The ride ended and Rhi was in his lap. He had pulled her there moments after she had begun to guide his hand outside of her thigh. Her eyes pulled him in until he was intoxicated by her, her allure stronger than the scotch he had drunk at the Manifesto.  Still, despite the scandalous display in the back of a cab, they moved slowly, exchanging kisses until they arrived at his place.  He was certain neither one of them wanted this to end in the cab.  Eddie didn't think about how this was the first time he had reacted this quickly to a woman's charms.  The woman had enthralled him, pulling him in slowly, but surely. At first, he had waited, almost asking permission to continue, but as time kept going, everything had begun to open like a floodgate.

Reluctantly, the pair had to calm down just long enough to get into the apartment. He paid the cabbie, certain that he had gotten a wink from the man as he did, wrapped his arm around her waist and led her inside.  When the door shut behind them, they returned to their passions as Eddie gently guided Rhi slowly and carefully to the bedroom. With the bedroom door shut behind them, he pinned her to the door, kisses trailing down her jawline to her neck. Eddie's hand traveled up from her waist, up her back, finding the zipper, he began to pull it down.

[Nesrin Aziz]

He pulled her onto him, which had rather been the point of the teasing gesture up her leg, though she was still surprised when he did it. Made her smile, though. She went as easy as liquid, letting the dress ruck about her hips as her arms twined about his neck. The feel of him underneath her did nothing for her sense of temperance. The heat was intoxicating.

When they arrived, Eddie paid for the cab while she smoothed herself into a little more modesty. The driver seemed amused, as well he might for the free show. From behind Eddie’s shoulder, Nesrin only winked back.

Inside she saw precisely nothing of the apartment, which hadn’t exactly been the original plan, but Nesrin lived in the moment – and when plans changed, so did she. She moved as he wished, remembering the way he’d taken charge at the club to get her out, though if that had been a fascination, this was charged with desire. Nesrin enjoyed chasing as much as being chased, but the sweet-spot was in between; the push-and-pull tug that worked both ways. Eddie wasn’t mindful anymore; he was as caught up as she was. And the way he pinned her was frankly hot.

As the dress began to come off she was half aware of the hidden Key, but it wasn’t anywhere he was going to notice it. Most of her thoughts were caught between revelling in the moment of worship, in the electricity of his mouth travelling down her skin (where she was more than keen for it to go), and simply wanting to get Eddie out of his own clothes. When the dress puddled she tugged at his shirt and pushed him at the hips, urging him back onto his bed. So many damn buttons. Probably a few casualties there, unless he was in the mood to be more careful.

Even in the shadows the revealed bruise on his stomach was dark. Nesrin paused long enough to glance up at him under her lashes. The look was half inquiry, half something lust-drunk. Because he’d earned that protecting her. Her fingers traced gingerly across the muscles of his abdomen. “Does it hurt?” she asked, lips brushing the warm skin after, uncertain if the quiver was pleasure or pain.

[Sage]

Bode and her beau got out and Sage noted the address. He'd do more digging with the information. He set a monitor for movement and would make sure that she was not disturbed and that he followed her when she left.

[Edwin]

Eddie found himself succumbing to his desires, basking in the give and take of their interactions. Pinned against the door, her dress began to fall, pooling at her feet revealing more of her bronzed skin. Eddie was filled with need and desire - chief among them, the desire to remove the rest of her clothing and his own as well.

But Rhi took over, tugging at his shirt and pushing at his hips, forcing him into a seated position on his bed. Buttons flew and Eddie removed his shirt revealing the muscular body of a soldier. Her decision to take charge only fueled his desires more. There was an almost combative nature to it both of them vying for complete control, but at the same time, wanting to surrender to the other. And it was hot as fuck.

Rhi went to his bruise, an injury that Eddie had completely forgotten in the rush of hormones and lust. She looked at him questioningly, but he could see the burning desire in her eyes. He had earned that protecting her, and that turned her on. "Only stings a..." he began to answer, but stopped as a shiver of desire ran through him. It really didn't hurt too much, but what pain there was was driven back by her light touch. Ripples of pleasure soared through Eddie, eliciting a moan that would tell Rhi the pain was irrelevant right now.

Filled with need, Eddie pulled her onto the bed and laid her on her back. This time he straddled her, ripping his belt off and throwing it aside. His lips started at her throat and slowly he worked his way down her chest and torso while his hand slid up her leg. He stopped both and went back to the beginning and starting again with a smirk. It was a tease, an offer suddenly revoked.

[Nesrin Aziz]

Her smile was pure sin. The flicker of her tongue joined the warmth of her lips, gratified by the sound she elicited from him as her head dipped lower. Most men would have laid back and submitted to the anticipation, and she was perfectly eager to please, but she found herself pulled underneath him instead. Appreciation hazed her gaze, and her eyes drank him in above her, arms lifting languidly to pin her own hands above her head in decadent offering.

Despite his eagerness in discarding his belt, his worship over her was the slowest torment. But he purposefully left her aching. It was the knowing smirk that undid her, eliciting a wicked smile of her own. Turned out Eddie was unexpected. But Nesrin was a woman who knew how to get what she wanted, and all she wanted right now was the totality of his attention under her spell. The second time her body writhed for him, the guide of her fingers tangled in his hair as he worked his way down while his hand teased up. Every arch of her back and roll of her hips encouraged what she needed. Every moan and breath let him know exactly how good he felt.

His mouth finally tantalised against fabric before the electricity of skin. After the building game of anticipation it made her gasp, until she was entirely lost in it.

Afterwards she pushed herself up, still breathless, and pulled him into a deep, uncontrolled kiss. There was urgency in her touches then, desire untamed by release but inflamed by it. Hands and lips begged the need, but when she tugged at his waistband it was not in supplication. Tonight Eddie was entirely hers as she wished.

[Edwin]

Things started moving fast.  Eddie was doing well with the teasing and the back and forth they had, but raging hormones had other ideas.  They were screaming to get on with it and feel the bliss of release.  The same was happening with Rhi and she took complete control of the situation. The desire in her eyes fueled his own as she pulled at his pants, digging to get underneath.  Eddie made it as easy as possible for her, before reciprocation.  He let her take the lead then.

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Eddie woke up the next morning. He had not known what he had expected when he had gone to Manifest last night, but it certainly hadn't been attempts at drugging drinks, clandestine business meetings, mysterious fogs, a fight with a random woman, or even sex.  Eddie had had his adventures of course, but this was the first time he had done so quickly after meeting someone.  He tended to be a "three dates first" kind of guy.  Not that Eddie regretted it.  They both were adults, both had been willing, and he was willing to bet they both enjoyed it.

He was up early, as was usual among soldiers. He hadn't put anything on to go to sleep, so he got dressed, and left the room to make some coffee.  Rhi was still there and he let her sleep.  She could take her time on that. The business card from the night before was still in his jacket pocket, which lay thrown across a chair in the living room.  He retrieved the coat and hung it up, leaving the card in the pocket.  The appointment was for the next day, so he had time to relax for a bit while coffee brewed.

[Nesrin Aziz]

Nesrin was aware when he moved, but she made no move to follow. Eddie’s bed was comfortable, even without him in it, and she was in no great rush to vacate. She ached in the good way, and she was still sleepy and content tangled in his sheets. It was only the tantalizing prospect of fresh coffee that eventually convinced her to rouse, though even then she was languid as a cat, running her gaze over the inside of his bedroom as she sat up, stifling a yawn and brushing her thick black curls back from her face. She poked about a bit, but only out of curiosity for the sort of man he was – she didn’t take anything. Then she folded up her dress, checked the Key was still there, and showered in his bathroom.

It wasn’t unusual for her to stick around after a night like that – well, not unless it was plain bad sex, and that was just the risk you took for exploring a spark with a stranger. Nesrin’s own life was rootless, and she was always a little inquisitive to see how other people lived – to live alongside them, in that sometimes curious morning-after pretend, even if only for a moment. She helped herself to one of the shirts in Eddie’s closet. Still securing the buttons, it was all she was wearing when she padded out to discover where his kitchen was.

It amused her to see he was already dressed and pristine. Usually that might be a subtle indication the welcome was overstayed, but she doubted it was the case with him. Her gaze roamed unabashed, tallying his neatness now with the unexpectedly steamy passion of what she’d discovered underneath. The tilt of her smile was sly and pleased – he could make up his own mind if that was for last night’s memory, or because he was making coffee.

“You must have some serious skeletons in your closet, Eddie,” she said in jest as she joined him. Because she couldn’t fathom a single reason why a man like that was single.

[Edwin]

Eddie smiled as Rhi enter the kitchen, his eyes traveled up and down her body noticing she was wearing one of his shirts - only one of his shirts. Her smile made him wonder how much she had enjoyed the night before. He smirked at her and laughed at her jab. "Haven't had much time for dating. Should I take your comment to mean that I'm a catch?"

He went to the counter and grabbed a mug and poured a fresh cup of coffee and brought it to her. He greeted her with a brief kiss. He wasn't sure if this was going anywhere, but he figured a kiss wouldn't be unwelcome after the night they had just had. He handed her the cup, "Cream and sugar?" he asked, gesturing to a chair if she wanted to sit.

He then went back to pour himself a cup and took a sip. No cream or sugar for him. He smiled at her in his t-shirt. "You know, dressing like that is going to get me all riled up again, and I'm not sure I've had enough sleep for that." He said in the same tone in which she had asked her question.

[Nesrin Aziz]

“Hmm. Well, I’m not sure yet. I’m waiting to see if you offer to make me breakfast before I decide.” It was only a tease, though not one she'd turn down. She doubted there’d be anyone in Kallisti’s building this early, and the moment she left his apartment it’d be back to the uncertainty of her reality. Not that there wasn’t an undeniable level of thrill in the risks she took, and frankly there was plenty she needed to do today, but she was in no hurry to leave.

He kissed her before he passed her the mug of coffee. Nesrin was surprised, but not uninterested in the relative sweetness of the gesture. Amusement played at the edges of her lips, hidden by the sip she took – no cream or sugar for her either. He definitely didn’t do this often. But it was kind of adorable.

She didn’t sit, just leaned against one of the counters, knowing it pulled the shirt tighter about her hips. Her long legs were crossed loose at the ankle. In the soft morning light she looked perfectly at home.

“You were up early,” she agreed with a smirk, perfectly innocent. “Old habits? You said you were new to Moscow, before. But there can’t be much work for a soldier here. Are you staying? Or just visiting?” Mostly his place looked sparse – which might mean it was temporary, or just that it was as new as he was. For the tease in his tone she looked down at herself with the slow blossom of a sultry smile. One hand plucked at a button. “You don’t mind right? Because I can always give it back if you do…”