[ if he thinks she's going to be waiting demurely inside, pondering second thoughts, he has another think coming. that lingerie is waiting in person on a stunningly curvy body, propped in the doorway with a smirk that rivals his own. ]
Glad you see you haven't done something completely stupid, like shave. That burn between my thighs is another thing I miss.
[If this other him was enamored with her? He'd think she'd not be the demure type at all... and he's pleased to see his instincts weren't wrong after all.
There's a pause as he looks her over.]
Bite your tongue, love. I ever show up without the beard, something's gone tits up.
[He doesn't stay where he's at for long. He comes closer to her, pressing into her personal space.]
We going somewhere more comfortable or you want me on me knees now?
[ now isn't the time to tell him that there's someone here who looks disturbingly like him if he didn't have a beard. instead, her smile grows slowly as she stares up at him, then makes a small 'tsk' sound. ]
It wouldn't be first time you and I didn't make it inside.
[ still, she steps to the side and invites him in and, as soon as he's over the threshold, she closes the door behind them both and asks: ]
Door? Table? Or are you feeling sentimental, because I've got three separate bedrooms in this house.
[He'll probably be annoyed, whenever he sees him in person. It's been a long time since he's seen himself without a beard after all, but-- fortunately, all he's thinking about is getting his hands on that lingerie, getting his mouth between her legs.
To his credit, he doesn't push her against the nearest surface and do just that. He manages a casual shrug as he looks around the place with interest.]
I'd say table, but I'm not gonna be put out if we end up in bed at some point tonight...
Unless you're planning on sending me on me way home...
[ there's a slight tug at her heart that she's determined to ignore when he mentions not being put out if they end up in a bed. it's there, on the tip of her tongue, to call him something obnoxious - 'fucking insatiable' - just to keep it light, to ease that sharp pain, but she doesn't.
she's told herself to be playful and fun and let it happen, not take the tease too far, so she runs her fingertips along the banister before pushing on the surface of her dining room table with both hands as if she's considering it. ]
We can start here and, if your stamina holds, we can take it upstairs. [ she flashes him another grin as she eases back onto it, her legs swinging off the edge. ] You don't have to leave unless you want to.
Doubting me already? [He scoffs. It's a wee bit too easy to ignore that little voice in his head calling him a right cunt for this, for not making their meeting face to face a little less to do with...
Well, fucking.
But they're here now and she's looking at him in a way that has heat twisting low in his belly.
He doesn't even hesitate as he approaches her, sliding down on to his knees as his hands go to brace against her legs. There's a soft chuckle at the offer.]
The other me-- he stay here often?
[Inappropriate to ask, maybe, when he's face to face with her cunt, but it's a curiosity that's gnawing at him.]
[ if only he knew that the first time she'd met, well... him, it was because of rain, of all things, that'd inspired exactly this. a first time, face-to-face meeting and they'd only just barely made it inside. there hadn't been a flat surface in her house that'd been untouched and even some not so flat surfaces. she knew for a fact that his stamina would hold and, even though it was a first time for him now, it wasn't for her.
not only hadn't she kicked him out then, he'd simply never left. ]
He never left. [ she says it quietly and with more feeling than she means to and, despite the fact that she'd been playful and fun, teasing and flirtatious, it doesn't stop her from putting a hand on his cheek with a surprising amount of tenderness. ] Don't let it scare you, this can be just sex.
Hm... [He lets out a low rumble at that response, tilting into her hand for a brief moment as he lets that sink in. Never left. He needs to ask a little more about that, figure out what's going on in that head of hers.
Figure out what's going on in that head of his too, because fucking hell... getting dropped into the middle of a new place where people know him and he knows know them? Not what he ever planned on happening. There's a lot of adjustment to be done.
He turns his head enough to brush a kiss to her palm though.]
We'll see where it goes, yeah? You never know. Maybe I'm a bigger cunt than the last guy.
[ whatever had tightened in her chest at his question, loosens again at his comment and she smiles at him, tapping him slightly with the whole of her palm after he kisses it. ]
I'm counting on it.
[ hope wasn't looking to fall back into something with butcher, especially now that she'd ascertained that he wasn't the same man she'd known. he was close - very close - and she'd tease and flirt and fuck her way across town with him, but she knew him, too. knew him well enough that this, the whole place, wasn't what he needed or wanted, and, for the most part, he didn't do romance. that part of him had died when unspeakable things had happened with his wife and--
she wasn't thinking about it now. to bring them both back to the moment, she spreads her thighs just a little and brings humor back to her tone. ]
[It's a little too much to hope for, isn't it? Watching her die once, only to get her back and to watch her die again. Is it any fucking wonder he spent Hell rushing down to the bottom of the pit in every sense of the word? All that waited for him back home was raising his dead wife's son.
And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]
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alotmorehorrible) wrote2022-12-23 07:36 pm
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You've seen it in both. It's a shame you don't recall.
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Never got to thank you proper for the bottle you left, you know.
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You should do that soon. Come thank me, properly, with your mouth.
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And what am I gonna be doing with my mouth, love? Sounds like you want more than just words.
[... Should he feel like a bastard for doing this? He's... undecided on that one. Wouldn't be the first time he's done something he shouldn't anyway.]
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You come over, get on your knees, and bury that mouth between my thighs and I promise you won't be thinking about talking.
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You gonna be wearing that when I get there?
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Long enough for you to tear it off me.
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Just tell me where I can find you.
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[ and she drops her address in the text. ]
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Part of it's curiosity. What this other him had here. Part of it is just undeniably the desire to see that lingerie in person after that photo.]
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Glad you see you haven't done something completely stupid, like shave. That burn between my thighs is another thing I miss.
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There's a pause as he looks her over.]
Bite your tongue, love. I ever show up without the beard, something's gone tits up.
[He doesn't stay where he's at for long. He comes closer to her, pressing into her personal space.]
We going somewhere more comfortable or you want me on me knees now?
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It wouldn't be first time you and I didn't make it inside.
[ still, she steps to the side and invites him in and, as soon as he's over the threshold, she closes the door behind them both and asks: ]
Door? Table? Or are you feeling sentimental, because I've got three separate bedrooms in this house.
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To his credit, he doesn't push her against the nearest surface and do just that. He manages a casual shrug as he looks around the place with interest.]
I'd say table, but I'm not gonna be put out if we end up in bed at some point tonight...
Unless you're planning on sending me on me way home...
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she's told herself to be playful and fun and let it happen, not take the tease too far, so she runs her fingertips along the banister before pushing on the surface of her dining room table with both hands as if she's considering it. ]
We can start here and, if your stamina holds, we can take it upstairs. [ she flashes him another grin as she eases back onto it, her legs swinging off the edge. ] You don't have to leave unless you want to.
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Well, fucking.
But they're here now and she's looking at him in a way that has heat twisting low in his belly.
He doesn't even hesitate as he approaches her, sliding down on to his knees as his hands go to brace against her legs. There's a soft chuckle at the offer.]
The other me-- he stay here often?
[Inappropriate to ask, maybe, when he's face to face with her cunt, but it's a curiosity that's gnawing at him.]
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not only hadn't she kicked him out then, he'd simply never left. ]
He never left. [ she says it quietly and with more feeling than she means to and, despite the fact that she'd been playful and fun, teasing and flirtatious, it doesn't stop her from putting a hand on his cheek with a surprising amount of tenderness. ] Don't let it scare you, this can be just sex.
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Figure out what's going on in that head of his too, because fucking hell... getting dropped into the middle of a new place where people know him and he knows know them? Not what he ever planned on happening. There's a lot of adjustment to be done.
He turns his head enough to brush a kiss to her palm though.]
We'll see where it goes, yeah? You never know. Maybe I'm a bigger cunt than the last guy.
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I'm counting on it.
[ hope wasn't looking to fall back into something with butcher, especially now that she'd ascertained that he wasn't the same man she'd known. he was close - very close - and she'd tease and flirt and fuck her way across town with him, but she knew him, too. knew him well enough that this, the whole place, wasn't what he needed or wanted, and, for the most part, he didn't do romance. that part of him had died when unspeakable things had happened with his wife and--
she wasn't thinking about it now. to bring them both back to the moment, she spreads her thighs just a little and brings humor back to her tone. ]
Don't tell me you're getting shy now, too?
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And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]