Ceiling sex. That hadn’t occurred to him and now he wondered why the hell not. She was right. It was a good incentive and he wasn’t thinking big enough. And even if his fantasies of her involved short skirts and tall boots rather than a cape and mask, he didn’t hate the mental adjustment. Maybe she’d get into one of those tight, slick-looking cat suits with a zipper down the front. Zippers drove him insane.
The money thing threw him off. Inheritance? Patent on one of her ingenious makeshift weapons? Bewildered, he let her lead him off the dance floor and towards a door. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said.
Outside the air was cooler, drier. A crowd of people waited to gain entrance to the club, and they surged forward when they saw the pair of them leave. A security guy gave Brian a subtle head’s up, as if congratulating him on the quick work of finding a hot girl. Brian mostly ignored it – a mental note of ‘dickhead’ as he kept walking, the sidewalk clearing up as they gained ground on the nearest hotel. Two fast drinks on an empty stomach had loosened him up, made his arms and legs feel lighter, even if he wasn’t drunk. He felt elated and also nervous as shit, which was a strange combination. He put it down to the fact that this was Valerie. Valerie. An hour ago he was racking his brain, trying to figure out when to drop in on her and exactly how sober he’d need to be, and now their fingers were intertwined. His mouth tasted like her. The tip of his nose smelled like her perfume.
As they passed into a lobby, he moved into place behind her, wrapping his possessive palms over her belly button, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck. He nibbled on it. Mumbled in her ear, “I can’t wait to get you alone,” before looking up with more clarity in his eyes as a receptionist approached.
They had to be used to this kind of thing, the 'give me a key and make it fast' sentiment.
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on 2014-03-12 04:18 pm (UTC)The money thing threw him off. Inheritance? Patent on one of her ingenious makeshift weapons? Bewildered, he let her lead him off the dance floor and towards a door. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said.
Outside the air was cooler, drier. A crowd of people waited to gain entrance to the club, and they surged forward when they saw the pair of them leave. A security guy gave Brian a subtle head’s up, as if congratulating him on the quick work of finding a hot girl. Brian mostly ignored it – a mental note of ‘dickhead’ as he kept walking, the sidewalk clearing up as they gained ground on the nearest hotel. Two fast drinks on an empty stomach had loosened him up, made his arms and legs feel lighter, even if he wasn’t drunk. He felt elated and also nervous as shit, which was a strange combination. He put it down to the fact that this was Valerie. Valerie. An hour ago he was racking his brain, trying to figure out when to drop in on her and exactly how sober he’d need to be, and now their fingers were intertwined. His mouth tasted like her. The tip of his nose smelled like her perfume.
As they passed into a lobby, he moved into place behind her, wrapping his possessive palms over her belly button, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck. He nibbled on it. Mumbled in her ear, “I can’t wait to get you alone,” before looking up with more clarity in his eyes as a receptionist approached.
They had to be used to this kind of thing, the 'give me a key and make it fast' sentiment.