let's fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later

[emotioning]

[ 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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[motioning]

[ 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.

[emotioning]

[ 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. ]

[motioning]

[ 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.

[emotioning]

[ 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. ]

[motioning]

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. ]

[emotioning]

[ 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. ]

[motioning]

[ 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.

[emotioning]

[ 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. ]