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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. ]

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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.

[ As she had hoped, the tourist–who seems quite surprised–does make his way over, slotting between her and one of the currently vacated bar stools. This close, she gets a better look at his face, at the gentle downward slant of his eyes, the way his hair curls tucked behind his ears, his fuller bottom lip. Which. She wants to bite.

(She tucks that away for now).

Instead, she raises her eyebrows at his thanks, delivered in...well, it's not the worst Shu she's ever heard. Something about the vowels are clashing with his native Kerch. Still, she laughs and then flashes him a grin when he switches over, so thoroughly charmed that he made an attempt. ]

Don't you worry your pretty head, I'm told my Kerch is passable. [ That's an understatement, she's fluent. But then, hasn't had all that much practice conversing with native speakers aside from past teachers. She'd dreaded learning what she'd considered an ugly language when she'd been younger but: Kerch was the markets, the trades. It was everything monetary and contractual, hardly avoidable.

Sofia is now immensely glad she'd learned. ]

Are you here for business or holiday–?

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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?

[ Even in the dim bar lights, she catches the rosy blush that suffuses his cheeks, satisfied with the reaction. He wasn't about to get all upset about being called pretty, which means the first silent test has been passed. Not that she's quizzing every person she's been into. It's just easier to weed people out up front this way.

He steps in a bit closer and she allows it, gladly, leaning against the bar to equalize their heights. Just a little. It's easier to hear, this way, over the thump of the stereo's bass and the excited yelling coming from just behind them. This close she also picks out the faintest scent of cologne. Or perhaps hair product. Something like that. And decides she likes it, alongside his general bearing. Her friends, she knows, would poke fun at her choices here. He isn't, after all, the soon-to-be model her auntie had introduced her to.

But something about him is magnetic, anyway. ]

Some rest before the work piles on, hm? [ That's understandable. A couple of her classmates are going to do something similar, after they graduate, before they go onto their doctorates or begin their teaching careers. She ducks her head and smiles at his mention of her excellent company, absolutely flattered. ]

Sofia. [ At the obviously non-Shu name, she goes on: ] My father's Ravkan.

[ Boldly, she reaches over to straighten his shirt's lapel, the point of one immaculately manicured nail lingering at the finely stitched edge. ]

So, mister lawyer, how do you feel about a quieter corner?

[ 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.

[ He takes ahold of her hand, smile genuine and sweet, and then kisses the backs of her fingers. Sofia immediately feels pulled in two directions. Her stomach swoops, a bubbly, girlish giddiness setting her heart fluttering. It's a dream, isn't it? To find the person that would sweep her off her feet?

The butterflies barely settled, something hungrier settles into her marrow. She wants to devour him, leave him with souvenirs in the imprint of her teeth, the half-crescent of her nails. That feeling only blooms outwards as he slips his arm around her waist, claiming without being possessive. ]

Alright, Tom, then. [ Sofia gives him a warm smile, mirroring his motion as she sets her water glass down on the bar. Reluctantly, she steps out of the circle of his hold but doesn't let go of his hand as she gently tugs him to follow. ] This way.

[ Sofia navigates the crowded bar with familiar ease, leading him around the corner. Here, the wooden bar shelving blocks out more of the music and the industrial seating transitions into booths. With most people up and dancing, she's able to squeeze them into one of the quietest spots, ears ringing as her hearing adjusts to the volume change.

Easily, she slides in next to him, one long stockinged thigh pressed along his. ]

You said you've been traveling–how long are you here for?

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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. ]

[ Now closer than before and with as little distraction around them as the bar could serve, she feels like she's getting a fuller effect of his presence. His body is a warm and solid line against her side, his posture naturally relaxed. There's no trying too hard–he's comfortable and confident enough to simply exist.

It settles something in her as well, clicking into place like another puzzle piece. She doesn't necessarily believe in love at first sight but sitting here, she thinks: maybe. Maybe it does exist. Maybe it's the alcohol. Or maybe she's getting bowled over by the thrill of meeting someone who's connected so easily.

Whatever the case, she smiles as he dips closer, the motion of his mouth just barely grazing the shell of her ear. ]

A week, hm? [ Sofia gently settles her hand on his knee, nails slowly following the neat inner seam of his trousers. Turning her head just so, there's a fraction of space between their lips, a kind of tension she lets hang there. ] Seems we'll have to make sure it's an unforgettable time then.

[ 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. ]

[ Sofia, unbeknownst to Tomassen, has experienced one-night stands and everything between. To her, the only way to learn what she liked, what she truly wanted was to give it a try. So while a string of temporary flings isn't exactly what she envisions for her future, she thinks she'll regret it if she walks away from this one. ]

I always keep my promises. [ She says with a laugh, immensely enjoying the tension that continues to simmer in the air between them. It's exciting, those precious moments before the plunge, before the satisfaction, like walking along the edge of a knife. His weight shifts, re-settles, the soft pad of his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, elegant fingers sliding into her curls. Sofia sighs out slowly with the contact, her palm stopping right at the crux of his thigh and hip. ]

Mm, pity you're a bit far inland for the beach. [ It's not too far, but certainly more than a day trip. ] I know a place.

[ Her words are a whisper against his mouth, finally making the first bit of contact. Just the lightest brush of her lips to his, nearly chaste. Somehow, it still sends a sinuous electricity down her spine, spurring her to do it again, this time with more pressure. More resolve and less tease. ]

[ 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. ]

[ The positive noise he makes is like a match to gasoline under her skin. She feels greedy, wanting to draw another one out, wanting to collect every single sound, if only for a night.

Or, perhaps, if only for a week. Time would tell. They're just getting started, after all.

He picks up where she left off, conversationally, physically, working his way down to her neck. She tilts her chin, gives him more space, humming at the soft rasp of his beard against her skin. There's a grateful awareness, as well, that his hold on her is loose enough to break from. Clearly, he's thought about her comfort, about her safety, even in a moment as heated as the one they're entangled in. Such consideration gives her another bubbly feeling of giddiness, as though her lungs are full of champagne. ]

The Ivory Empress' Gardens. [ She replies, moving her hand from his thigh to trace the stitching on the fly of his trousers. Her free hand follows the line of his arm to his shoulder, slipping between the collar of his shirt and neck. Fingers tangling in the curls there, she gently scrapes her nails through the locks. ] Winding paths, a lake, the most serene natural spring—

[ All of this at odds with how she gives a light, playful tug of his hair. Followed by finally, finally cupping him through his pants. ]

—this time of year, the cherry trees are due to bloom.

[ 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.

[ There it is.

His quick inhalation burns her as well as alcohol, sliding to pool in her middle, syrupy and satisfying. And truthfully, the press of him against her palm adds to it, undeniable evidence he's enjoying this as much as she is. She wonders how it'll feel to climb into his lap, hips slotted along his. How bright is his gaze, when out from under the dim bar lights? How far does the flush on his cheeks extend?

All questions she doesn't think their current venue will let her find the answer to.

Laughing as he swears, she gives him a soft, teasing squeeze through his trousers, letting go to smooth the front of his shirt. ]

How about– [ She starts, moving her hand to tilt his chin up so she could kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth. ] –I take you home first, Romeo.

[ Not that his proposition is unappealing. No, it's the exact opposite. So much, in fact, that it feels hard to believe. If he were any other person, she thinks she'd laugh in their face at such an ask. Who had the kind of money to drop on a trip like that?

But, something tells her that he's genuine and that it isn't just a flaunt for flaunting's sake. ]

[ 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.

[ At his sheepish grin, she laughs softly, amused by the entire conversation. Not for the first time, she thinks he's cute. But this time it's followed by that same urge as earlier, to catalogue as many of his expressions as she can in the time they have.

Perhaps that will change, as they move from one venue to the next. Or when the morning dawns and reveals things the bar and the vibrant atmosphere of night glossed over.

(Something in her thinks that won't be the case. She can't make heads or tails of why.) ]

I accept fault. [ Sofia says with a bright smile, as if completely unbothered by this. She does, however, release him from her hold. With a strange internal reluctance. ]

Richie already has my card–I got this. [ A semi-broke college student she may be but, she can at least afford to pay for drinks in a bar.

Before he can protest, she ducks in to give him another kiss at the corner of his mouth–a promise–and then slides out of the booth to take care of the tab and collect her things.

Between navigating the dense crowd, flagging the bartender down, and getting a rapid-fire interrogation from three of her friends, Tomassen has more than enough time to cool off. When he finally joins her while she's grabbing her purse and jacket, that interrogation turns in his direction, Ming Xia's imperfect Kerch leading the charge, something she catches pieces of with a swell of affection. Sensing they'll keep him here for the rest of the night if she doesn't stop them, Sofia loops her arm in his, shooing them off with fond exasperation.

As they head out of the bar, Jia Ling catches her eye and mimes texting and she nods before sweeping both her and Tomassen out onto the less loud but still busy main street.

Still looped arm in arm as they take the short walk back to her flat, she happily answers the questions he has about the city: what this area is like in relation to others, is the downtown worth seeing, how close is the royal palace really. She asks him how the weather compares to Kerch, always hearing how dreary it could get there. And how is it, living on an island? Shu Han is expansive, even if the border is a major point of contention between them and their neighbor, Ravka. It's amazing to think Kerch could be driven cross-wise in a little under eight hours. Driving eight hours in almost any direction in Shu Han would still land her in Shu Han.

Soon enough, they arrive at her place, keys jangling and her shoulder shoved up against the door to let them in. Both heels and coat get left near the front as she drags him into a kiss, pulling him along with her to the bedroom. Her flat isn't all that big, after all; the walk is a short one. Before she tosses her purse onto a side chair, she texts the group a heart emoji to let them know she was alive.

And then all of her considerable attention is on Tomassen, her look calculating as she decides what she wants to do first. ]

Hmm. [ She hums, walking her nails down the front of his shirt before she reaches back to undo the hook and zip on her dress. The light material slides to the floor without a hitch, leaving her in her underthings and stockings. ] Come touch me.

[ It's an invitation more than anything. ]

[ 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.

[ The thing is, she's done this a decent amount of times. Not necessarily one-night stands. But, there's something different in how he looks at her, his gaze as heavy with desire as it is with awe. Like she's walked out of a dream and he can't quite believe what he's seeing.

It fills her with warmth and a high similar to taking a deep breath in thin air.

With a light laugh, she takes the hint to twirl, giving him a smooth spin, aware of where his attention is likely to be caught. Anticipation fills her when she pauses where she'd started, eagerly going along with his pull. Standing as she is between his legs, a more molten heat slides through her gut, especially as his hands settle on her hips, elegant fingers tracing around to the bottom of her spine. That heat sears, when he kisses her stomach, lips and facial hair dragging across her skin, and she feels a small shiver run along her limbs. ]

Charmer. [ But it's clear she's pleased by the comment, rather than deflecting it. Her breath catches when those clever hands skim along the edge of her bra latch and she considers taking the garment off.

No, she thinks, as she skims her hands over his forearms and up, to his shoulders, she wants him to take it off of her. ]

I'll leave you some temporary ones. [ She murmurs, as she combs her fingers through his curls. Her other hand blindly fiddles with the buttons on his shirt, slipping two, three through the buttonholes so she could touch his bared chest. ]

[ 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.

[ As the straps of her bra slide down her shoulders and onto her biceps, she reluctantly moves her hands to shake the garment loose, letting it fall to the floor. Her apartment isn't too chilly but, a shiver goes through her all the same. His hands, after all, are a deliciously warm contrast, each soft exhalation against her midsection enough to make something inside her clench eagerly.

Though, she can't let him do all the work.

So, just as he picked up where he'd left off, she does as well. This time both hands meticulously undo the front of his shirt, giving her enough room to push the flaps aside, exposing his chest and shoulders. Her exploration doesn't last overlong, not when his mouth begins to tease her breast, the sensitivity making her sigh shakily. ]

Now why would I do that?

[ She liked his cute face, after all. And what she has felt of the rest of him.

One hand settles at the back of his neck, gently pinning him against the spot he'd teased, as she follows his urging to climb into his lap. Long legs now splayed on either side of his hips, she lets her weight drop, the seam of her stockings right on the fly of his trousers.

Comfortable, she goes about tugging his shirttails out of his waistband, lightly rucking her nails through the hair trailing to his navel. ]

What a good boy, asking so nicely. [ Of course she'll keep them on. If they're ruined, she can always get another pair. ]

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. ]

[ His words are muffled by her skin and she laughs lightly, amused by his honesty. Of course, it was probably a little mean of her to be asking such questions while she had him thusly occupied.

Still, he takes direction like a dream, tonguing at her nipple and continuing to tease. Satisfaction curls through her, spurred on by the low groan he lets out when she finally lets her weight drop into his lap. Humming, she slowly rocks her hips against him, enjoying the warm friction and the hard outline of his cock. ]

Only a small death. [ She jokes, remembering the crude double meaning of the phrase.

When he shrugs out of his shirt, she immediately misses the pressure of his hands on her sides. And is at least rewarded with him looping his arms around her middle instead, keeping them pressed close. Her palms slide up his chest to his shoulders, smoothing along the breadth of them–touching just to touch. Eagerly, she ducks into the kiss, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth when they finally break away.

Sneaking her hand down, she works his belt out of the loops, then undoes the front of his trousers, palming him through his underwear. If they both weren't so worked up already, she would slink between his legs and blow him. But, she doesn't think either of them are going to have the patience at this point.

Well...she doesn't have the patience, right now.

As she rubs him, she shifts so her balance is more firmly planted against the bed, slipping her free hand between her own legs. She hardly needs the stimulation but strokes two fingers over her lace and hose covered clit, letting out a soft moan. Her knuckles brush against him in her motions, providing just another layer of teasing. ]

[ 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.

[ The motions of her hand are momentarily paused as he leans in to kiss her, something she returns with an equal amount of eagerness. His hands feel hot (perfect) at the backs of her thighs, making her shiver and sigh into his mouth.

Her sigh turns into a startled laugh as he lifts her and sets her down on the bed. Still grinning, she shimmies up the mattress to settle against the pillows, legs spread to make space for him once he comes back to join her. She watches with dark eyes as he strips, lower lip caught in her teeth as she thinks about all the marks she wants to leave behind.

That thought is derailed as he kisses his way down her chest, another pleased shudder running through her as she feels his mouth against her bared stomach. In the relative quiet of her room, the rip of her stockings is unmistakable, causing her to gasp softly in surprise. Right on the heels of her gasp is a low moan at the first swipe of his tongue, a spike of arousal shooting up her spine fast enough to make her feel dizzy.

She goes with his pull easily, burying a hand in his hair and echoing his sound as she feels the slide of his tongue against her entrance. ]

I'm very persuasive, I think I could've wrung another orgasm out if you had. [ But, she's touched that he's thinking of her enjoyment first. ]

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let's fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later

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