comfortable? Everything I owned was comfortable, because I'd hand selected every last outfit to be perfect. My former employment had required it, look amazing and carry a big gun. Which actually, was the case tonight. I had to wear a longer skirt than normal because of the discrete gun tucked underneath. This time, if a bounty hunter came after us, I wouldn't waste time with a stilleto.
I was wearing my signature little red dress, cut just below mid thigh, and very flattering to my cleavage. I'd gone through a couple of them, and always bought a new one. Because the red dress always does the trick.
I've just finished doing my hair when he knocks, right on time. I answer thr door and smile, immedeatley charmed by the nervousness he's trying to hide.
"hey there, you look nice."
Oh GOD..now what?
Dress.. and other things.. that go inside dresses..
Oh dear LORD, why can't I move?
...what's this? Sweaty palms? Bugger, Sean, get ahold of yourself!
"Um.." I looked her in the face. Very pleasant eyes. Yes, Sean, focus on the eyes.
He looks me over and I can tell I've made an impact. Damn do I love that feeling...something about knowing you can provoke a man to those sorts of thoughts...
I give my hair a little flip and pickup my purse from where it's laying on the bed.
"I'd assume you're ready to go?"
well obviously, but maybe that'll help him get moving...
..Go? You mean.. stop looking at the dress and the..
I attempted to put on my pouty face, but it was already transfixed firmly in the "wow" position.
"Um.. yes. Right. Going. Means..leaving."
When she had her back turned, I took my face in my hands and firmly jerked it, causing me to snap back to reality.
Act as if you've never seen an attractive woman before Sean, really.
"We won't be going too far from the Council, I hope you don't mind."
After grabbing my purse I wonder if I'm going to get anything, a hand, an arm...maybe I'll have to make all the moves this evening. Not that I couldn't...it's just, a girl likes to be given reason to tackle a guy at the end of the night. Or even better yet, have a guy tackle her.
"I can understand that after last time." He's probably not real keen on getting sliced open again, and who could blame him? I've never liked it much myself.
I leave with him, following mostly because I don't know where it is we're going.
I lead her out to my car, where we drove. Just for a little while, out in the night, gazing at the endless stars spread overhead.
We finally arrived, and I asked for our table. I'd made reservations in advance, so I'd have a table waiting.
Which I did, with wine, etc. etc.
So far, dinner was going well.
And I must admit..the dress was..inviting..
It showed off her luxurious..curves.
Yes. Curves..that's the word you're looking for.
I just wanted to see if the night went well...
okay...it's the age thing. confirmed. Maybe it's a cultural thing, I never got this much resistance back in the states, hell, I'd never run into any resistance...
"I'm sure...I think a better question is, are you sure?"
I look over at him, searching his eyes. What is the hangup, anyway? Is he looking for some kindof reassurance? That I won't take it to seriously? that I will? I have to admit this is a situation I just don't know how to approach...
"The last time I tried this with a Slayer, she left shortly thereafter."
I paused, a stoplight up ahead.
"And my..first time, the girl I was with died shortly after, also."
I looked over at her, hoping she'd understand.
"It's not you..TRUST ME, it's not you.. I'm just scared for you. That's all."
I try to hide a smile. Is it a little sad that's one of the sweetest things I've heard from a guy?
"alright, number one, I seriously doubt you could be inept enough to chase me off."
Oh, so he does want romance...either that or this is a very clever line.
"and number two, you might just need to reassure me that the death wasn't a direct result of whatever it was you two did, because I enjoy breathing."
Well, If things go there, I'm sure I'll findout his intentions in the morning.
Think about what attacked her? And how you acted like such a wuss.
I chuckled to myself, remembering. NOT an ego booster.
I breathed in heavily, relaxing, trying to enjoy.
Her hand touched my leg, and I was set ablaze with feeling all over again, renewed this time, and now.. the gloves were off.
Fine? That's not quite the response I want...I move my hand over and set it on his thigh.
"point of advice? A girl likes a bit more enthusiasm when it comes to these things."
I smirk at him and raise an eyebrow.
I smirked. "Lucky for you, the enthusiasm is 'down' slightly, so I can drive without injuring myself."
I said this, tapping the steering wheel.
"Patience is a virtue, luv."
Ah, getting cocky...it's a good thing I like that. My eyes go from his face, to his...other parts, giving him a little smirk before I sit back over on my side of the car.
"well, then call me less than virtuous."
I smile and raise my eyebrows a little, crossing one leg carefully over the other.
The rate at which he was moving things along was much much more gradual than anything I'd ever been accustomed to or grown to expect. His hand goes to my breast and I close my eyes, sliding my hands to the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoning them, one by one.
He payed particular attention to my nipple and I gasp softly, pressing down against his thigh. I hated to give myself away so early in the game, but I'd pretty much announced my intentions at the restraunt, he knew where this was going.
His hands were big and warm, even through the fabric of my dress I could feel that heat, and everytime they touched bare skin I shivered gently.
I tried to calm myself as the urge for me to rip off that dress became stronger.
My shirt came off and we broke contact for a moment. Just the briefest of moments, that's all we could handle.
I run my hands slowly over his chest, closing my eyes for a moment to just feel the moment, my head spinning in a very dizzy way, like I'd just been spun around for a couple minutes.
My breath came in gasps, desperate for more. I ran my hands slowly down his stomach and unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor. My secret hate fir belts rose up for a moment but I beat it back, making sure to quickly get the cursed thing out of my hand. It took me only a second to regain composure.
She took off my belt and I helped her off with her dress.
We started kissing again, our tongues touched.
My hands were on her neck, moving down, gracing her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach.. just moving down, slowly..
I run my tongue over his, my fingers traveling slowly over his shoulders and his back, causing my body to rock closer to his. My dress comes off over my head and I find myself sitting on his lap in a very arousing position in nothing but victoria's secret's latest line.
I give a soft whimper and moan gently, rocking my body into his touch as his hands travel down my body.
I took a mere split second to pause and give her a once-over.
We kissed again as she stretched out her legs and I laid her down gently.
I brushed her hair back from her face..
Kissing her again, gentler this time, I waited for her to make the next move..
I felt the tension of the moment, just waiting to pounce.
My..ambitions were almost ready to burst.
But I could hold off a little longer.
...Could SHE? Hmm.. we'll find out.
I nibbled again, slowly and surely, watching her expressions now and then. She was almost turning pale..
I pouted inside, she wouldn't last much longer.
Oh well. I've got to hurry, I don't want to lose her too soon.
I'm practically melting into a puddle in his lap, I shift slightly, straddling his lap, and he's ressing right against me. If that's not enough of a hint, I'm at a loss. My body understood completely, my fram quivering gently and my breathing picking up ever so slightly.
I held her there for a moment, both of us on our knees, my eyes just staring gently into hers.
"Which way're we going to go about this?" I asked, hoping I didn't confuse.
I'm guessing here's where we findout how vanilla Sean really is. The purest of men have a little kink in the bedroom. I wonder how he'll measure up.
"guess that's upto you, what do you like?"
Somehow he just doesn't strike me as the from behind kind...
I shrugged, smiling cutely.
I kissed her again, hoping not to lose the moment over this little chat..
I giggle at his choice of words and drops back onto the pillows, pulling him with me. I always prefer to show rather than tell. I landed beneath him, letting him pin me down into the mattress. Even if I couldn't forget I was the stronger one, maybe he'd have the chance to forget for a little.