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[ Tipsy Thursdays, at her favorite local college bar, The Electric Bao, are a highlight of her week.

She's extra grateful to be going out this time, with midterms past her and a very full schedule in the coming week. Said schedule is a problem for a future version of herself, though, as she intends to get very giggly drunk, dance with her girlfriends, and cap off the night eating cheap noodles around the corner from her flat. Her phone chimes out as a flurry of group texts go off and she pauses curling her bangs to look down at the conversation blobs, a bunch of bouncing "typing" dots flickering off and on. Laughing at the cat gif demanding where r u hoes???, she finishes the curl on her hair, picks up her phone and her purse, and makes her way to the door.

Along the way, she checks her reflection, smoothing out her skirt and double checking she had her wallet and keys. Satisfied with all those things, she pulls on modest heels and a leather jacket, tapping out a message to the rowdy group chat to let them know she's on her way. Door pulled shut and locked, she takes the shortcut through the nearest alley to the busier street a couple blocks up, feeling the stress of the week slough off as she blinks against the neon glow of the nightlife, the occasional bass reverb settling through her bones as she passes by clubs.

Tucked between a retro game shop and a dental office, The Electric Bao is the same as it's been for at least a decade, glossy wooden door creaking in a familiar way. Immediately, she spots the small gathering of her friends, at the one end of the bar that Ming Xia got here early to try and claim. It's not yet too loud in the bar, with the night just starting to kick off, and their excited greetings fill the space.

By the time everyone has shown up and settled, the bar is in fuller swing, the music loud in her ears, and her two drinks infusing her whole body with a pleasant warmth. She lets Jia Ling pull her into a dance (and then another, and another after that), before she heads back to her seat for some water and a shot. As she's leaning onto the bar top to flag down Richie, the bartender, the sight lines clear for the first time that night. And in so doing, she spots the obvious foreigner, at first amused he managed to find this place instead of ending up at one of the tourist bars further up the strip.

Her second thought, as Richie deposits her water glass and alcohol, is he looks like he's by himself. The third thought, which collides with her asking Richie what the tourist is drinking, is that he's extremely cute, with his brown curls and long lashes. When she gets her answer–with a bonus tip, he's Kerch–she puts another of the same on her tab, downing her shot and winking over at the stranger when his drink is delivered. ]

Date: 2024-08-20 03:46 pm (UTC)
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[ the last year had been something of a blur. between graduating law school, taking the bar, passing the bar, and the deaths of his parents within months of one another, tomassen felt he was entitled to a well-earned vacation.

it wasn't as if the deaths of his parents was a surprise, necessarily -- they had had tomassen when they were likely much too old to have one. an elder brother died in an accident far before tomassen was born, so tomassen was something of a surprise, he imagines. and his parents had been nothing but zealously overprotective and warm, which was both a blessing and a curse. tomassen didn't quite know what to do with his newfound freedom, now.

at any rate, between the chaos of suddenly managing a massive estate, becoming an attorney, and having to bury both of his parents within three months, he felt he was entitled to a break. a gap year, if you would. and with his father's firm in safe-keeping, well-managed and an oiled machine until his return, tomassen elected to travel.

first, he had gone to ravka. a delightful change from dreary ketterdam, with bright houses and rich cultural history. he thinks he had far more fun being drawn into a suli performance for the evening than he did amongst the impressive museums of the capital, but it was still a trip well worth having. from ravka he traveled to novyi zem, enjoying the beaches and the rich food. and finally, the last leg of his trip landed himself in the distant land of shu, where he had elected to explore the city and wind up where he wound up.

which is why is he in the electric bao. something of a dive bar, as he finishes his drink, where actual people his own age came to enjoy themselves. he thinks his mother would die of disapproval if she knew he was wandering about the seedier parts of the shu capital without any real plan, and tomassen smiles to himself before nudging his drink away, only to be served another by the friendly bartender.

he blinks, brow furrowing in confusion -- had he ordered another? but the mysterious benefactor of said drink is soon made obvious -- a beautiful woman just down the bar that he had been watching (not in a creepy way, he convinces himself) dance earlier. she had long legs and a brilliant smile, the cut of her skirt tantalizing, and he hadn't worked up the nerve to ask her if he could buy her a drink. overthinking everything, his modus operandi, had gotten in the way. but it seems she had beat him to the punch of introducing herself.

he considers that before picking up his drink and stepping away from the bar, moving down a few spaces to slide in next to her, leaning forward so she could hear over the music: ]


Thank you for the drink.

[ it's said in relatively decent shu, but there's a pause before tomassen laughs, resting his hip against the bar with something of a sheepish grin before switching to Kerch. ]

I'm afraid that's the extent of my Shu, so I hope to the gods you speak Kerch, else this will be a very short-lived endeavor.

Date: 2024-08-20 11:36 pm (UTC)
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[ the relief is palpable when she responds in kerch, and he shrugs a bit, accepting her laugh at his expense. his shu is truly terrible. he thinks he can manage a "where is the kerch embassy?" -- the necessary phrases one needs in a foreign country, of course. ]

Passable, hardly. [ with a chuckle, taking a sip of his drink. there might be a slight tinge of blush along his cheeks. pretty little head. something about her drew him in closer, to make the conversation a bit more private. hard to do, in a loud bar, but he does his best. ] It's perfect.

[ at her question, though, he hums to himself and sets down his drink on the bar. ]

Holiday, I think. [ is a midlife crisis at the age of twenty-eight a holiday? it is now. ] I've decided traveling for a few months rather than jumping directly into the practice of law was better for me, so ... here I am, in your excellent company.

[ he pauses, there, and offers her a warm smile and a slight wave of his hand, in greeting. ]

Tomassen. You are?

Date: 2024-08-21 01:51 am (UTC)
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[ her fingers linger on the collar of his shirt, and his breath catches. something about her was intoxicating. it isn’t as if he was unpracticed; he’s certainly slept with people and gone on a variety of dates, but he thinks this is the first time someone has approached him who truly has no idea who he is. which means she just likes… him.

the thought causes a brighter smile, and he catches her hand with his own, bringing her fingers to his lips in a soft kiss before saying: ]


Tom is fine. [ with a laugh; he has no need to be a lawyer here. he takes half a step forward to loop an arm around her waist, his half-finished drink left behind on the bar. at minimum, a more private corner will grant him the opportunity to get to know her more. ] And this is your haunt, not mine; lead the way, Sofia.

Date: 2024-08-21 02:43 am (UTC)
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[ she leads him to a small seating area tucked away in the back of the bar, a booth that had been abandoned. she presses in against him, warm and happy, and tomassen easily adjusts himself so she can be comfortable leaning against him, an arm draped along the back of the booth. not quite around her shoulders, but easy to do so if he wanted to. ]

However long I want, really. My plans are flexible.

[ he tucks his head down a bit to speak closer into her ear, to lessen the feedback from the music. and maybe to be a bit closer. he resists the urge to kiss her cheek, to brush his fingers along her shoulder. ]

Technically, though, my plane leaves in a week.

[ back to ketterdam, and reality. ]

Date: 2024-08-21 06:01 pm (UTC)
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[ he is not one to go home with a woman he just met. he's not entirely sure why; he supposes he was never really granted the opportunity. being the heir of one of the oldest names in ketterdam meant his options for partnership were limited to those who could secure further standing within the city. having fun was never really an option. and perhaps he's too much of a romantic; a need for connection over physicality.

all of that seems pointless in the face of feeling her fingertips exploring the inside of his thigh. ]


Hmm. [ his tone is thoughtful, seemingly unbothered by how it would only take leaning forward half an inch to kiss her. ] You're promising quite a lot for a dive bar in Shu Han, Sofia whose father is from Ravka.

[ he shifts his weight a bit so his free hand can find the side of her face, a thumb (gently, not to mess up her makeup) sweeping over her cheekbone, fingers brushing through her hair. he considers her for a moment, eyes falling to her lips. ]

I'm something of a museum person, myself. Also partial to a romantic dinner and a long walk on the beach.

[ grinning, just a little. she can make the first move, if she wants it. ]

Date: 2024-08-21 09:49 pm (UTC)
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[ her hand is dangerously close, and tomassen is about to ask her where exactly this place might be when she ends the suspense. one light kiss, then another, and tomassen melts into it with a noise of approval, his hand slightly to the back of her head as he returns her kiss.

this was, probably, stupid. being from ketterdam, he knows better than to go to an isolated dark corner with a woman he's only just met. he's liable to be robbed, or worse. but this woman felt... different, for some reason. this sparkling little gem in an otherwise very dour year. ]


You said you knew a place.

[ it's a murmur as he pulls away long enough to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, before dipping down to kiss her neck. his touch is gentle, and not assuming -- even though he's fairly entangled with her in the booth, sofia has more than enough leeway to leave, if she wanted to do so. ]

Tell me.

[ a quiet request from her neck. ]

Date: 2024-08-21 11:58 pm (UTC)
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[ that sounds lovely. the ivory empress' gardens. he had read about it on the flight from novyi zem to shu han. a beautiful paradise of foliage and peace. there were private villas to rent for those who want an all-inclusive vacation experience, complete with a spa. not really in line with his wandering around the world with little more than a suitcase, but with a pretty woman, he could make an exception.

which, actually, is a good thing to posit. maybe she would be crazy enough to go with him. maybe, in this insanity, she would tag along on a whirlwind week-long trip to the gardens, where he could get to know her. he could easily cover costs, and --

-- oh.

there's a sharp intake of breath at the tug to his hair, along with palming him between the legs. it's dizzying, and there's a choked laugh into her neck. ]


Ghezen, woman --

[ he drags his lips along her neck, teeth nipping at the shell of her ear. ]

Do you want to go? [ refocusing on the conversation, he can do this. ] Let's say tomorrow. First class train tickets to the Ivory Empress' Gardens. My treat.

Date: 2024-08-23 12:18 am (UTC)
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[ she tilts his head, and he easily follows her guidance. he grins a little, sheepish -- alright, fine, he may be being slightly ridiculous. but she was positively intoxicating; sue him for being a little overly ambitious.

she's clearly interested, after all, judging from her wandering hands and leaving him half-hard in a bar he wandered into after thinking the neon side on the front was cute. ]


Mm, home. [ he agrees, though he seems reluctant to let her out of his sight. he turns his head slightly to kiss her again, a bit cheeky before he settles back into the booth, amused. ] I'll need a minute before I follow.

[ due to her TEASING!! ]

But I'll pay the tab in due order and we can be on our way, unless you wish to stay here a bit longer. I'm in no rush.

Date: 2024-08-23 01:57 am (UTC)
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[ he has enough time to remove his shoes at the door before sofia drags him into a kiss. he catches himself before he stumbles, pulled into her small bedroom before she pulls away. he has enough time, in his peripheral, to make note that her apartment is clean, well-decorated, and there was a large terrarium in the corner of her bedroom.

he’s soon distracted, though, by Sofia’s dress suddenly dropping to the floor, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight. her tattoos paint a perfect mural over her skin, her underthings matching perfectly with her stockings, which accentuate her long legs. she’s built like a model, he thinks in a daze, and her request —- no, command, has him a bit lightheaded.

he regains his composure quickly, though, taking a few steps forward to take a hand in his own, lifting it up to encourage a slight twirl, so he can get the full view, of course. where to touch first… he could get undressed himself, but he won’t deny the lady what she wants.

he soon takes a seat on the edge of her bed, tugging her closer to stand between his legs, so he can press a kiss against her stomach. hands find her hips, then the small of her back, as he explores her stomach with small kisses, edging up to the curve of her bra with a soft hum. ]


You’re beautiful.

[ he says, glancing up at her, a hand running up her spine. Maybe edging to the back of her bra. Maybe. ]

You’re going to have to tell me where you got these tattoos. [ a murmur against her ribcage. ] I don’t have any.

Date: 2024-08-27 10:36 pm (UTC)
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[ he grins into her stomach at being called a charmer, his fingers quickly unhooking the latch of her bra. he lets it fall open, hands sliding up her back with a hum of approval, sliding the garment off. it does mean she has to stop touching him, temporarily, but he thinks it's worth it, at the sight. ]

Temporary? [ he murmurs, tugging her forward to nearly be flush against his chest. almost as if he's urging her to sit on his lap. ] You can permanently disfigure me for all I care.

[ he resumes his exploration of her body, though he presses a kiss to her sternum next, inching to the underside of a breast. his ministrations are slow and thoughtful, kissing delicately to her nipple, which he flicks playfully with his tongue. ]

Mmm. [ he sighs into her chest, laving a tongue over her breast before he slides his hands down to her thighs, hitching up her legs so she can straddle his lap. a better angle for her to take off his shirt, he thinks. and a better angle to continue his attentions, giving a playful nip to the flesh of her breast, soothing it with a thoughtful exploration with his tongue. ] Keep the stockings on.

[ and, because that is a bit rude, he adds: ]

Please.

Date: 2024-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)
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I don't know. [ an honest answer, remaining still as she begins to push his shirt off of his shoulders. mostly that she could do whatever she liked to him and he wouldn't have an ounce of complaint. which he's about to extrapolate on when sofia pins him against her breast.

his breath catches at the motion, and he immediately takes the hint to resume his ministrations. he hums at the taste of her skin, flattening his tongue against her nipple as she drops herself into his lap. he can't stop the groan at the weight, pulling off of her breast long enough to exhale shakily at the feeling of her nails down his chest. at the praise. ]


You're going to be the death of me.

[ he says under his breath, his hands removing from her sides long enough to shrug out of his shirt entirely. his touch isn't absent for long, wrapping his arms around her waist, tilting his head up for kiss. hungrier, this time, driven on by how tantalizingly close she is.

he wants her like this, he thinks, a hand running up her back. in his lap, where he can hold her while she takes him. but he'll let her decide what she wants to do, first. he has a vague idea, giving how her perfectly manicured nails are darting around his waistband. ]

Date: 2024-09-05 08:04 pm (UTC)
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[ having her leave the stockings on was a mistake, he thinks, as she makes quick work of his belt. he could be inside her by now if he hadn’t been an idiot. but that thought is soon overridden by how she touches herself, the noise she makes, and the feeling of the stockings underneath his palms as he slides his hands to her thighs.

god, he wants to taste her. which would require removing the stockings or ripping them. does he want to to move them? does he even have time to devour her as he wants? maybe she doesn’t want her stockings ripped.

I can buy her new ones, he thinks in his haze as he leans forward for another hungry kiss before sliding his hands under her thighs, to lift her up. she’s only in his arms for a moment as he turns to set her down on the bed properly.

one, he has to remove his pants, which he does so with an almost comical haste. two, he is almost immediately over her once he kicks off his remaining pant leg, kissing down her chest again before saying: ]


So sorry —-

[ he mumbles against her stomach as he tears a neat hole right along the seam of her stockings, pulling her lace underwear to the side. he ducks down between her legs with a swipe of his tongue through her folds. she’s wet already, and he’s dizzy with the taste as he gets himself comfortable on his stomach. ]

But I’ve needed this for the last hour and —- gods —-

[ he pulls her hips toward him before setting to his task, tongue exploring her entrance with a groan, hungrily drinking her in. he pulls back long enough to kiss the inside of her thigh and say: ]

I was going to finish with you in my lap like that, and I can’t have that.

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