[She is making sooooo many good choices today. Leaning back on her stool and getting out of his personal space (for now), she downs the rest of her drink in one fell swoop. What can she say? She's suddenly very much in a hurry.]
It's the facial hair. Girls who don't like a little scruff don't know what they're missing.
[Vander shifted his weight on his stool as he downed the last of his own drink and set the tumbler towards the bartender before rising. He stepped away from the stool and offered her a hand.]
Well, you're in luck on that front. You can scritch it as much as you like.
[He moved to lead them out of the pub, even if it would be easier and faster to just have some fun here, there was something exhilarating heading back to the apartments with a dame he just met.]
I've got a place that's farther away, and it's top secret.
[She walks her fingers up his arm as they go along.]
One of my roommates is a recluse.
[She's saying it lightly enough, playing it off as a joke, but it also has the benefit of being completely true on both counts. His place it will have to be.]
Fine. I keep my living location on the down-low, so I appreciate if you do that.
[He wasn't interested in some from his world knowing where he lived in case they decide to bomb the place. It was better for all that things were just kept fun, right.
He moved to sling a big arm across the back of her shoulders and hand dangling down the other side enough to stroke his fingers over her arm. He hoped she didn't mind, but considering the kiss, he thought he was on the right track as they exited the bar and were deposited on the street.]
And just so we're clear, you shouldn't feel the need to justify things to me. This is having a good time. And you can walk any time, no questions asked.
[She absolutely does not mind the arm, and while she won't get too saucy out here in public (more out of respect for what she imagines his own comfort levels are, rather than any sense of personal propriety), she'll search around for a back pocket to slide her hand into. It's the polite way of groping ass.
His first comment gets a quick nod of understanding; this is not at all a strange request in her mind, and she has plenty of experience with keeping secrets. The second comment, though, makes her quirk an amused eyebrow. It's not that she doesn't approve of men saying these things to women - it's that she always finds it a little funny when men say these things to her.]
[The undercity was full of confident women and men alike, but Etraya had impressed on him that very few people were certain of what they wanted and how to achieve that end. Normally he found it easy to slide into a scene and feel it out, determine what the outcome would be before it happened and aimed in that direction if it suited him.
She was like a breath of fresh air. The fact that she slid a hand into his back pocket knowing it was welcomed earned a little upturn of his lips. His arm relaxed like a confident weight across her shoulders in return, and he had the impression they were about to experience a fun night together.
He inclined his head at her return comment.]
That won't be a problem. I don't get the sense I'm going to wake up in the morning missing one or both of my kidneys with you. All good times.
I currently have all my parts, but it's not uncommon that most where I'm from don't.
[When she kept up, he didn't shorten his stride then. Instead, he directed them to the apartments and raised his eyebrows at her story. So few details and that was unfair.]
You stole blood? As in you spilled it all over the place, or you literally took it and put it somewhere else?
I got some needles and tubing, and took it out of his body and put it into mine. I was injured pretty bad trying to rescue the kid he took, and I needed it.
[This is all related entirely matter-of-factly. Ho-hum, just another day's work.]
[In time, he'll likely find her to be a rather odd mix of both options: not the type to look for commitment, but also not the type to posture, or to fret about the potential implications of innocuous gestures. They'd agreed on a casual night. Ergo, any potential pillowtalk will also be casual. Easy-peasy.
And that comment? It absolutely earns a wicked grin from her.]
You're in luck; I've got plenty more where that came from.
[He smirked in return, looking forward to all the stories they were clearly going to be regaling each other with. They were coming up fast on the apartment building thankfully.]
I can't wait. We can regale each others with our wild and exciting lives.
[He noted her pace picking up, and he grinned as he followed suit. Soon enough they were inside the building and he was pressing the button for the elevator.
While they waited, he leaned down to capture her mouth in another kiss. They had clearly gone too long without one.]
[Excellent idea. She kisses back readily, only just stopping short of hiking her leg up over his waist - and when the elevator doors slide open, she gives him a little push, attempting to back him up against the back wall. She's small, but she's a lot stronger than she looks.]
[He moaned into the kiss, unwilling to miss a moment to make it clear that he was interested in this. He felt the shove and even moved with it because there was no point not, and he hit the button to his floor before he settled back against the rear wall and gestured at her to come in close and personal. It was at least twenty second ride and who has time to waste those seconds standing around?]
[New game: how much can she get away with in twenty seconds? Anything he can't easily fix as soon as the doors pop open is out, so she won't try to unbutton his pants or remove his shirt - but she will try to get her hands as far up under his shirt as she can, her short nails digging lightly into the bare skin of his back. Ready, set, go.]
[He growled a sound of pleasure as her hands pulled his shirt from being tucked from his belt, and he returned the favour to at least get one hand up the back of her shirt or at least hike it up enough that he could smooth his palm across the small of her back. He moved in to kiss along her jaw, biting her earlobe the elevator began to slow.]
you sent me a "sorry for the delay" tag a few days ago and now here I am rolling in 2 weeks late...
[Shaw lets out a sigh of mild exasperation, because really, elevator? You're going to stop, make her stop feeling up this dude's delectable back and chest, and walk fifty feet to his apartment? The least you could have done is get stalled between floors. This is why she always takes the stairs.]
Which one's yours?
[She says hurriedly, as the doors slide open as she stumbles out into the hall.]
[No stalling. They were rolling out onto the hallway floor, and he reached out to scoop her up around the waist as charmingly and yet unceremoniously as he could hopefully get away with.]
This way. I've got it.
[He headed down the hall to his apartment, unlocked the door and stepped inside. No point wasting any more time when it was clear what they were here to enjoy with each other. He was gentlemanly enough to not make a scene in the hall at least.]
[It's a good thing he's on the ball, because Shaw is shameless, and absolutely considered making a scene in the halls. She does have enough common sense to know that such a thing is generally frowned upon by potential sexual partners, though, and there's no sense in ruining this before it's even begun, regardless of her extreme thirst levels.
Once they're inside, though, all bets are off. If there's a bad in immediate view, she'll angle them towards that; if there's a couch, that's closer, she'll nudge him in that direction.]
[There was a couch in view and the bedroom was around the corner. Of course, the couch was actually large enough to allow him to lay down if he wanted to, so it was probably a good choice for a quick flurry of movement and backing up.
He was pulling at her clothing, intent to remove it and leave it a scattered tale over his floor as they headed for the couch.]
[This is absolutely the sort of decision-making that Shaw is also operating on, so thank you for being in sync with her, Vander; "large and easy to maneuver to right the fuck now" is the optimal choice. Off goes her t-shirt, off goes her sports bra, and though she'll wait until she's more horizontal to take off anything lower than that (struggling out of pants while also trying to walk doesn't sound like a good time, and she also has a condom in her pocket that she doesn't want to lose track of), she'll let him unzip her jeans.
He won't get away with staying fully dressed, either. The literal second she's able to remove it, that shirt of his is coming off.]
[This was not his first rodeo when it came to a hurried fling; he knew his business end of things well. He helped her remove her top and bra, even assisted in the removal of his own shirt as he continually propelled himself backwards to the couch. His big warm hands slid down her sides and urge to follow before removing his belt with its clasps which could be oddly complicated for those not familiar with his people's clothing fixation methods.
By that point, they had reached the couch, and he seated himself down upon it, drawing her in close so he could pepper kisses up her abdomen as his hands reached down to help remove her footwear.]
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[He smirked against her lips, adding a little peck for good measure.]
Finish your drink and let's get out of here.
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It's the facial hair. Girls who don't like a little scruff don't know what they're missing.
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Well, you're in luck on that front. You can scritch it as much as you like.
[He moved to lead them out of the pub, even if it would be easier and faster to just have some fun here, there was something exhilarating heading back to the apartments with a dame he just met.]
Do you have a place closer than the apartments?
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[She walks her fingers up his arm as they go along.]
One of my roommates is a recluse.
[She's saying it lightly enough, playing it off as a joke, but it also has the benefit of being completely true on both counts. His place it will have to be.]
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[He wasn't interested in some from his world knowing where he lived in case they decide to bomb the place. It was better for all that things were just kept fun, right.
He moved to sling a big arm across the back of her shoulders and hand dangling down the other side enough to stroke his fingers over her arm. He hoped she didn't mind, but considering the kiss, he thought he was on the right track as they exited the bar and were deposited on the street.]
And just so we're clear, you shouldn't feel the need to justify things to me. This is having a good time. And you can walk any time, no questions asked.
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His first comment gets a quick nod of understanding; this is not at all a strange request in her mind, and she has plenty of experience with keeping secrets. The second comment, though, makes her quirk an amused eyebrow. It's not that she doesn't approve of men saying these things to women - it's that she always finds it a little funny when men say these things to her.]
Back at you. No questions asked.
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She was like a breath of fresh air. The fact that she slid a hand into his back pocket knowing it was welcomed earned a little upturn of his lips. His arm relaxed like a confident weight across her shoulders in return, and he had the impression they were about to experience a fun night together.
He inclined his head at her return comment.]
That won't be a problem. I don't get the sense I'm going to wake up in the morning missing one or both of my kidneys with you. All good times.
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[Short as she is, she's a quick walker; even if he walks with a longer stride, she'll keep pace with him.]
I'll admit I did steal blood from a guy once. But he kidnapped a kid, so I figured he deserved it.
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[When she kept up, he didn't shorten his stride then. Instead, he directed them to the apartments and raised his eyebrows at her story. So few details and that was unfair.]
You stole blood? As in you spilled it all over the place, or you literally took it and put it somewhere else?
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[This is all related entirely matter-of-factly. Ho-hum, just another day's work.]
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That's the hottest thing I've heard in a while. I hope more of these stories come out in pillow talk.
[Assuming she was into pillow talk, of course. She might be a one and done kind of gal.]
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And that comment? It absolutely earns a wicked grin from her.]
You're in luck; I've got plenty more where that came from.
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I can't wait. We can regale each others with our wild and exciting lives.
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[She asks, jerking her chin forward. She may or may not be quickening her pace.]
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[He noted her pace picking up, and he grinned as he followed suit. Soon enough they were inside the building and he was pressing the button for the elevator.
While they waited, he leaned down to capture her mouth in another kiss. They had clearly gone too long without one.]
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you sent me a "sorry for the delay" tag a few days ago and now here I am rolling in 2 weeks late...
Which one's yours?
[She says hurriedly, as the doors slide open as she stumbles out into the hall.]
lol
This way. I've got it.
[He headed down the hall to his apartment, unlocked the door and stepped inside. No point wasting any more time when it was clear what they were here to enjoy with each other. He was gentlemanly enough to not make a scene in the hall at least.]
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Once they're inside, though, all bets are off. If there's a bad in immediate view, she'll angle them towards that; if there's a couch, that's closer, she'll nudge him in that direction.]
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He was pulling at her clothing, intent to remove it and leave it a scattered tale over his floor as they headed for the couch.]
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He won't get away with staying fully dressed, either. The literal second she's able to remove it, that shirt of his is coming off.]
jokes on her, he has no idea what a condom is :)
By that point, they had reached the couch, and he seated himself down upon it, drawing her in close so he could pepper kisses up her abdomen as his hands reached down to help remove her footwear.]
lmaoooooooo
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