[Edwin Morr] ((I im’ed Dre, but I haven’t heard back. And CC can’t make it. So… I say we go ahead and start and if Dre comes back and says he can post in, he’s welcome to do so and say he was late… Sound good?
Also… Someone else can start. :) ))
[Ray Ostermann] ((I’ll start, and sounds good))
[Ray Ostermann] Dinner, Dinner with a pack of werewolves, it could either be an excellent night full of feasting and connection making, or it could potentially end up with Ray’s head upon a platter. Regardless, Ray has suggested a fine restaurant for them to meet at. Its not overly high class, but thats only because Ray took certain factors into account.
Ray called ahead, and had a large booth set aside for the group, one near the back, relatively away from prying eyes. An intimate setting for something that could be very important, or simply social. Ray however, doesn’t seem to make a distinction, having pulled out the stops for this.
When they arrive, the table is already set, wine set out to the side for those who want it, other drinks certainly not far away. Ray is there ahead of them, having known where he was going, and he’s dressed to impress. His favorite pin strip suit, shaded a dark grey with a lighter stripe off sets the man’s features nicely.
As if he saw them coming, he’s standing already, waiting for them. Almost like he was the maitre’D and not just another guest. Eitherway, the staff don’t seem to mind. When you pay extra…you get what you want.
[Rory] And so we set our scene. Last night, Rory arrived home with new clothing and bubbling over as she and Annie got giggly over new clothing and the tall dark and handsome Shadow Lord. When Edwin arrived, she handed over the card, hovering like he held something precious as he made the call, and invited Ray to have dinner at some neutral location, so as not to step on any toes. The location agreed on, and Rory happily takes back her card – a card she can’t even read, yet treasures just the same.
And so it is tonight, Rory – freshly showered and dressed, smelling of only the hint of shampoo and coconut conditioner that Gina gave her to tame her wild curls, without any other scent to call her own – is all dressed up, and nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room fulla rocking chairs. It took her a bit of practice to get used to the heels, as short as they are, and still tends to stop and twirl a bit so that her skirt flares and swishes about her thighs, bringing a silly little shy grin to her lips each time it does so. Her light jacket is worn overtop, but is ditched the minute she is inside the restaurant. She may not think she’s anything to look at herself, but she knows the dress is pretty, and knows Ray likes it on her. That’s enough for her to be almost brave about showing it off…
It seems in her eagerness she’s the first of the Bogeymen to arrive, which means she’s the first to see Ray all dressed up in his favorite suit. She chews on her lower lip, shyly, as she makes her way toward him, and the table he’s chosen. Ever so shy, she peeks up at him through her curl, and does a little twirl to show off her dress for his approval, with that little grin, as color splashes across her cheeks. “Hi.”
[Edwin Morr] ((BotME
(with Fox dice) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex+ Stealth + Fox, diff =6, stealth specialized))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((That’s 5 suxx at diff 9 to see Edwin coming))
[Rory] (hahaha! yeah. not even gonna try. *L*)
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smile flashes across his features as Rory steps through the door. He doesn’t wait for her to reach the table, he comes to her and when she chooses to show off the dress he helped her find, he smiles all the more, encouraging her to continue to do more of the same.
“You look absolutely delectable tonight Rory, I’m sorry I chose such a poor location, it doesn’t suit your attire.”
He looks about now having obviously expected a pack of garou, and not just one. He doesn’t seem flustered by the fact though. He simply guides Rory back to the table.
“I’m guessing that Edwin and the others are running late, so in the meantime would you care for some wine Rory?” He asks, gesturing for her to have a seat as he pulls up the bottle as he waits for her decision.
[Edwin Morr] The table seemed picturesque, the company decidedly an interesting lot… And so, true to form, Edwin arrives a bit later than Rory or Ray. And as often he was wont to do, he used every trick in the book to arrive without being seen ahead of time…
So it was that a blurry, hazy, indistinct form happened into the restaurant, made its way in a deliberate and hard to follow fashion to the table in question…
And seemed to simply appear standing behind where Ray stands. Taking a moment to look the man over curiously as his form snaps into clarity… The gift released.
He had dressed somewhat nicely this night; his jeans were a darker shade that had been purchased at a more high end retailer, such as Abercrombie, Hollister, or the like… Though he wore the same worn hiking boots and brown denim work coat as was typical for the bogeyman’s form. A black baseball cap with the Fox Racing logo embroidered in raised black thread on the bill was pulled low upon his brow, casting Edwin’s face in a perpetual shadow.
A lopsided grin playing about his lips… Edwin taps Ray on the opposite shoulder as he walks around the man to the table beyond.
[Rory] She blushes, as he knew she would, as that seems to be her default reaction to just about everything. “They’ll he bere. Cept not Annie.”
She does nothing to let on that she had been with Edwin up until the last minute, or that she sees him before Ray does. They are the Bogeymen, and that’s simply how it’s done. She follows his lead back to the table, and settles into the seat that would place her next to Ray, just about the time her Alpha taps him on the shoulder.
Only then does she admit… “I haven’t wried tine before…”
[Delmar Meister] So we’re having dinner at some swanky restaurant? He’d asked over their totem link from miles away, earlier in the day. And one of your kin is footing the bill? Count me in!
So it wasn’t as if he didn’t know where he was going. He must have known. He must have known that he’d get funny looks when he showed up in the navy blue sports coat, t-shirt, and clip on bow tie. Delmar saunters in. He gives Ray an upward nod as he spins toward some phantom touch on his shoulder, only to see Delmar too far away to have touched him.
“Uhh…Hey.” He says, and slides past him to have a seat.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray had the bottle in his hand, but when the tap on the shoulder came he of course, turned to look in the direction of it. Missing Edwin and instead seeing Delmar. He considers the man, and the distance he was at the time and shrugs to himself. He knew of no gift that would allow a garou to do that, so he simply smiles and nods. “Good evening.” In response to Delmar’s ‘hey’.
When he turns around to the table once more, bottle in hand he is of course surprised to see Edwin already seated at the table. They can see the wheels turning in his head, before he puts two and two together, and comes to the realization of just who had patted him on the shoulder. At that moment the warm, rich, laugh bubbles out of the man and he smiles to the man. “I’ve a feeling, your as sneaky on the street, as I am in the board room.”
He doesn’t seem to mind the gag at all, infact he seems to have enjoyed it. At that he raises the bottle and looks at it, before looking at the two new arrivals. “Would you fella’s care for wine? Or something stronger? I can have them bring up just about anything.”
He then turns his gaze back to the real attraction, at least from the look on his face, his gaze falling on Rory as he pours her a glass of wine. “Well…then we shall call it another first, a good enough toast as any.”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin shrugs… Nodding ever so slightly as Ray mentions being sneaky. Then, as he offers wine, Edwin nods.
“Well, wine ain’t e’sactly m’usual fare, but i s’pose I c’n be talked inta havin’ some social class if’n I must.
Good Kentucky corn whiskey’s m’usual poison uh choice.”
With that, Edwin slips out of the brown denim work coat, and drapes it over the back of his chair. The shirt he wears beneath is a long sleeved black dress shirt, a gray tee shirt peeking from beneath the unbuttoned top two buttons… the whole of it untucked, the tails hanging loose over his jeans.
[Rory] She flushes as Ray look at her again, and mentions that it’ll be another first and pours her a glass of wine. She watches the liquid spill into the glass, and then peeks up at Ray again, then to her packmates, who she smiles at, just as shyly, though they know her best of anyone in Chicago.
“Edwin, Alpha and Delmar.” A pause, and she looks up at Ray, meeting his gaze for half a breath, a little bolder before her packmates, as she finishes the introduction. “This is Ray Ostermann, Ladow Shord kin…”
And then she takes up her glass, and takes an experimental sip.. brow furrowing slightly as the liquid slides across her palette, and then smiling shyly as she takes a second sip, clearly approving of the choice, and the warmth that gently slides down her throat.
[Delmar Meister] “Whiskey!” Declares the grumpy looking one at the other end of Rory. “Or uhhh….Mead. Made with hunny from the uhhh…Ribcage of a dead bear.”
He looks about the table tentatively.
“What? He said he could uhhh….could get anything.”
[Ray Ostermann] That laugh tumbles out of Rays mouth again at outlandish request for mead of dead bear and he shakes his head. “Very well, next time I will amend my statement to exclude bear mead.” He says before pouring Edwin a glass of wine, as well as one for himself before calling to the bar. “A bottle of Kentucky Whiskey please.” He ensures that the man at the bar heard him before sitting himself down next to Rory.
He gives the lithe woman a long look as she tell’s him her pack mate’s names. A brief glance to each as she indicates who precisely they are, once she finishes the introductions he extends his hand across the table to the pair, an encouraging grin crossing his lips as he offers to shake. “A pleasure to meet you both, I would say Rory has said much about you…but she hasn’t. It would seem she was fully intent on having you surprise me out of the blue.”
[Rory] She blinks at Delmar’s request, then lifts her hand to hide the soft giggle as it escapes, unbidden. Delmar and she had a rough start, it’s true, but since their truce, and the evening spent with their alpha, things have been easier. For her part, one ass kicking and she was over it.
And then Ray is shaking hands, after looking at her like that, and she ducks her head, shy as always. She hadn’t exactly intended to have them surprise him, but it just sort of worked out that way – but shedoes try to pull it off with a soft tease. “More thun fat way…”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin looks at Delmar for a moment as bear mead is mentioned, and then, with feigned gravity, nods and turns his attention to Ray until the request was denied. Strangely, even though he knew full well it was uncouth, Edwin makes no move to remove his baseball cap.
Then, raising the wine goblet to his lips, Edwin gives it a tentative sniff, and then takes a moderate swig…
“Not too shabby, fellah…”
Then, considering Ray’s hand for a moment, he grins and shakes his head.
“Ain’t no need ta shake ‘tween fam’ly. An’ however distant, you’n’ me’s related.
Quite frankly though, she ain’t been terr’ble talkative th’other way either. Mebbe y’oughta tell us uh bit ’bout’cherself.”
[Delmar Meister] Delmar notes the looks being exchanged. The touches, the pouring of wine and smiling and…
He breathes a sigh, but remains silent. Watching respectfully.
[Delmar Meister] Except over the totem phone…
“Does this guy know Rory has a dick?”
to Edwin Morr, Rory
[Rory] Her eyes widen at something unheard, and Delmar? gets a swift kick under the table with those new strappy little sandals even as she blushes brighter and hides another giggle behind her hand.
[Rory] And back at them… giggling in full over the Totemphone…
I NO DOT!
to Delmar Meister, Edwin Morr
[Edwin Morr] Edwin looks surprised for a moment, blinking and shooting a side long glance at Delmar…
And then, the lopsided liar’s grin upon his lips widening ever so slightly, his eyes grow distant for a moment… Before they swing back to Ray, expectantly.
[Edwin Morr] Y’know… I’d sure hate ta think ya been starin’ at my piece while I’s comin’ outta th’shower.
Either of yu’ns…
to Delmar Meister, Rory
[Ray Ostermann] It’s at this point that sealed bottle of whiskey is delivered just as requested, the man left it with Ray, who then slides it between the men across the table before leaning back and sipping his own wine. No one seems in a hurry to order. So he keeps it that way. A brief look is given to Rory once more, a quizzical look as if wondering why she hadn’t said anything before he turns back to Edwin.
“Feel free to ask questions, but beside what you already know I am a financial broker, I deal in stocks, properties, and pretty much anything that you can put a dollar sign in front of.” He smiles slightly with a cant of his head, deciding wether to tell them more before continuing. “I’m a deal maker, I don’t mean that in the normal sense, where you have a man set up a deal and try to negotiate it out.” He waves a hand dismissively. “That is for the junior brokers, I MAKE the deals happen, wether certain parties want them to or not.”
If he noticed the exchange between the three, he just lets it slide off him, unconcerned as he explains himself, and when hes done he sips his wine before holding up a finger and commenting. “Oh I also like long walks on the beach, redheads, and the finer things in life.” When he finishes that last part like its some dating site comment he chuckles and gives them a roguish grin.
[Rory] She glances at Ray when he looks at her, questioning, and shyly admits… “I widn’t dant to get it wrong…”
She’d said he dealt in money, but not a lot of detail. To be honest, she doesn’t know much about it all. She just knows that Ray makes her smile, makes her blush, and she has fun in the short time they’ve gotten to spend together – and she looks forward to more.
Then he finishes off with liking walks and redheads, and that kicks off the blush again, that slides across her face, over her shoulders, as she lifts her glass and takes another small sip of her wine.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin takes hold of the whiskey and opens the lid, pouring himself a healthy dose in one of the currently unused glasses. Then, sliding the bottle toward Delmar, he takes a healthy swig of that liquor… And nods appreciably.
“Money man, huh? How long ya been in town?”
[Ray Ostermann] When Rory comments on not saying anything Ray smiles at her and places a hand briefly over hers, before letting go, a wordless thank you. His face then splits into a wide grin, the expression of one like it should be plainly obvious how long hes been here, but he will answer anyways. As he spreads his arms slightly he speaks.
“I’m a local, isn’t it obvious?” He pauses a moment before explaining. “My family was a lost line, only a few months ago were we tracked down and brought back into the fold so to speak.”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin nods at Ray’s answer, and then continues drinking quietly. Shaded eyes watch Rory and Ray, their interaction… Until after awhile, Edwin stands and start putting the denim coat back on.
“Well, it’s been real, folks… But I reckon I oughta go run some erran’s yet dis evenin’. Been nice meetin’ ya, Ray.”
And then, Edwin starts to walk away, slowing as he passes Ray’s chair. Leaning over, he whispers in Ray’s ear.
[Rory] Ray rest his hand over hers, and she bites her lower lip, and looks up at him, meeting his gaze for a second, maybe two, as that simple touch sends a little thrill through her. For all the rage that thrums under her kin, though her body, she has the makings of being the perfect Money Man’s wife, if she ever gained just enough confidence to do so. Submissive, and hopeful, and doing her best to present him in a good light. Many men would pay through the teeth for such a companion – with Rory, it’s simply natural. She likes the way he makes her feel – so she does what she can bring herself to do for him in little ways in return.
He’s a local, and she nods and grins a little grin at her packmates. “He even knows where go tet the best dot hogs…”
Edwin stand, and she looks up at him, curious, even more so when he bends to whisper t Ray…
[Delmar Meister] Delmar only glances at Rory after the kick, his expression completely unimpressed. He cracks the seal on the whiskey when its brought and he pours himself a glass.
Delmar lets the ice in his drink swirl slightly. When Edwin excuses himself he nods his head and raises the drink in his direction.
He sits and admires his fingernails. They’re dirty. He cleans them.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray was going to smile at Rory’s comments, but instead his brows furrow as Edwin whispers to him as he goes, and when the man shows him something, all he can do is nod swiftly before the man heads out. “It was a pleasure to meet you Edwin.” He calls back before he looks between Delmar and Rory for a moment before he turns on again.
He claps his hands and gestures to the menu’s. “Who’s hungry? Eat what you will…it is on me.”
[Rory] Edwin whispers something, and Ray’s brow furrows, and Rory tips her head, and then it’s her, this time, that reaches for his hand holding it briefly. Seems she’s a pretty good idea what might have have been said, even if she’s not exactly sure.
He asks who’s hungry, and she smiles shyly, and lifts the menu, but here’s where she falters. Her teeth sink into her lower lip again, and she doesn’t even look at Delmar – as she’s not sure he knows her secret. The letters all swim in a confused mess, that she couldn’t help to decipher, and she finally sets the menu down and tries to save face.
“I dan’t cecide – you choose mor fe…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray watches Rory look over the menu, and if he’s alerted to her inability to read, he pays it no heed for now. He looks at the menu briefly before grinning mischievously at Rory. “Well…if you enjoyed the hot dogs before….try the steak. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”
He takes a moment to look through the menu for himself, a gaze occasionally spared to Delmar, who has remained largely quiet, and unresponsive. He doesn’t seem to mind, there is always one at least.
[Delmar Meister] He looks up, turns between the two of them giving each an incredulous look.
“Uhhhh…” Is all he manages to say though, before he looks back down at the menu.
“Steak sounds good.”
[Delmar Meister] The fuck kind of hot dogs have you two been eating?
to Rory
[Rory] She is able to breathe again as he makes his suggestion, and she nods, curls bouncing over her shoulders as she relaxes, just a bit. “Ok.”
She chews her lower lip absently, as she looks over at Delmar, and then she peeks at Ray. Suddenly, though, she’s shooting another look at Delmar as he breaks his totemphone silence and she blushes again, and shakes her head, slightly. She considers kicking him again, but doesn’t.
Instead, she just murmurs to Ray “Delmar isn’t as quiet as le hooks..”
[Rory] The kood gind.
Almost primly.
even if she really means just the regular hot dogs from the vendors in the park.
to Delmar Meister
[Ray Ostermann] Ray looks between the pair at that, but his train of thought is interrupted as the waiter comes over, he absently orders three steaks, letting Delmar indicate his preferred state of cooking. Before indicating medium rare for both Rory and himself. He then picks up his glass of wine and holds it as he looks between them once more.
“Really now? Just what is he saying?”
[Delmar Meister] “Uhhh…Nunyer fuckin business?” He says, still perusing the menu. Or pretending to, as he tosses it aside a moment later.
“So what? You two uhhh…dating or something?”
[Rory] She shakes her head, smiling behind her glass of wine, hiding it as she takes a sip and sets her glass down again. “He fakes mun… teases brike a lother.” But she doesn’t say exactly what.
And then Delmar drops the bomb, and Rory’s eyes widen as she stares at him, and then she looks down at the table, hiding behind her hair, suddenly wondering how exactly she’s going to breathe for the next few minutes. “You…you hon’t dave to answer that..”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray listens to Delmar’s rather colorful language without the slightest show of anger. He simply smooths out his suit jacket as if the man was talking about the weather. He pays more attention when Rory talks, making it obvious that the only opinion at this table, regarding this topic, is hers.
“I believe that is the choice of the lady, I don’t pressume like some.” He says after returning his gaze to Delmar. Looking at him meaningfully as he says those words.
[Delmar Meister] A slow look from Ray, to Rory, then back again.
“You uhhh….You sure you know what you’re gettin’ into, man?”
[Rory] She smiles, softly. He calls her a lady – and says it’s her choice. She’s never had much in the way of choices before Chicago, enough that it’s still a novel experience, and still something new and exciting.
“We must jet. Just getting to know each other.” Which of course, is the precise reason for dating, and all – not that Rory would know. But it’s also clear she wouldn’t turn down any invite for another date, either.
Then she furrows her brow, looking at Delmar. “What’s mat thean?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray raises a brow to Delmar’s question as well, he sips his wine, the man seemingly on the defensive somewhat now, especially now that Rory is questioning his words as well.
“What exactly do you mean Delmar?”
He asks, forcing the man to answer his own question.
[Delmar Meister] “Means he might uhhhh….lose his face first time you two have yourselves a uhhhhh…lovers quarrel. Means this uhhhh…this aint somethin’ you ought to be doin just cuz she’s uhhhhh…got great tits. Don’t get me wrong, you uhhhhh…you two wanna have a little fun, I uhhhh…won’t blame you. I uhhhh…love some good cake every now and uhhhh…and again. But uhh…”
He looks up, indicating their swanky surroundings.
“Its a little uhhhh…a little uhhhh…Uhhhhhhhh….”
He stomps a foot under the table, banking on the table softly.
“You catch a fish. You eat a fish. You don’t fuckin’ lead it on.”
[Rory] She watches Delmar, for a long moment, and then she lowers her gaze, and shifts uncomfortably in her seat, and then she folds her arms defensively over those declared great tits, her shoulders falling, her entire body language suddenly that of one… shamed.
And this time, by a packmate…
….like she doesn’t’ deserve a little bit of normalcy… just a little. She murmurs softly, almost… hurt…
“He whows knat I am.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray watches the normally perky woman deflate, and he can’t help but lose his smile as he looks to Delmar. “Those are facts that all Kin must live with. If something happens, if she wants something to happen. I will be forthright and open with her. So far, I have been nothing but kind to Rory…your words are unkind to her judgement, or my intent.”
[Delmar Meister] “My words.” He says, twisting his mouth. in thought.
“Coulda just uhhhhh…given me a simple uhhhhh…yes or no and been done with uhhhh…the whole thing. Fuckin words.”
He taps on the table, apparently bored.
[Delmar Meister] The hell are you all bent outta shape about? Great tits is a compliment. I should just leave you to get yourself into trouble? Lose your focus?
to Rory
[Rory] She presses her lips together, so they don’t tremble, trying not to show how much he’d hurt her. He may as well have treated her as Soledad has, reminding her of her place in the nation so thoroughly, and in front of Ray….
She lifts slender fingers, so fragile looking, as she brushes them under her eye, and studiously stares at the table in front of her.
[Rory] You get do tate! To fuck, Lo TIVE! Why not me? WHY MOT NE.
to Delmar Meister
[Ray Ostermann] The lack of smile suddenly turns to a frown as he watches her react to these things, many of those things going unsaid, or at least unheard by Ray’s ears. But he’s getting a picture and he looks at Delmar. “Choose your words more carefully.” He says directly to the man, at this moment not willing to out and out tell him what to do.
If one of her hands is on the table, at this moment Ray will reach out and take it, giving it a squeeze so that she’ doesn’t feel completely deflated.
[Delmar Meister] First of all, who the fuck’s saying you can’t? You just gotta be careful. Second, who the fuck wants to date anyway? Your such a fucking girl.
to Rory
[Delmar Meister] He sighs. Shrugs. Looks horribly unimpressed. He does drum impatiently on the table though.
“So uhhh…about them steaks?”
[Rory] I’m careful. I have bo te – I just… never had anyone mreat te like a girl… just met je experience it please? I swear I’m careful… I’m shy, stot nupid.”
to Delmar Meister
[Rory] She lets him take her hand, turning hers so that she can fold her fingers around his, and squeeze in return. She’s still quiet, still watching the table until she looks up at Delmar – almost pleadingly…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray’s frown doesn’t go away as he holds Rory’s hand, and he looks in the direction of the kitchen and the bar. He looks to Rory then.
“I will be right back..” He gives her hand a quick squeeze, before letting her go and heading to the bar, to check on the delay with the steaks, even if the guy is pissing him off, he still plans on delivering.
[Delmar Meister] Oh look! He’s checking on my steaks. Real man woulda told me to leave by now. Guess it aint his fault. Shadow Lord, right? Probably gonna poison me. I’m leaving. Don’t let him put it in your mouth.
to Rory
[Delmar Meister] There’s a tink of glass at the table once Ray steps away. A jossle of ice on glass as he raises the scotch to his lips, chugs the whole thing, and sets it down on the table with a satisfied ‘Ahhhhh…”
And then, without saying a word, he gets out of the booth and heads for the exit.
[Rory] She doesn’t say anything – not when Ray gets up, or when Delmar leaves with a parting word only through the link with him through Fox. She just nods, slightly, and then watches him go…
…and tries to gather her wits about her again before Ray returns, reaching for her wine and finishing off the first glass, an sets it empty back on the table.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray comes back a few moments later, followed by the waiter and three finely cooked steaks, when he sees that Delmar has bailed, he frowns and indicates for the waiter to leave only two. When the steaks are there, he sits down and looks at Rory not interested in his steak at the moment. “Are you alright?”
He asks, looking back to the door as if expecting Delmar to come back and continue saying whatever it was he was saying to her. A slow shake of his head as he puts a hand on her thin shoulder.
[Rory] Ray returns, and she takes a shaky breath, and looks up at him, briefly. Her eyes are too bright, liquid with unshed tears, even as she nods, and tries to find a smile for him. It’s a little shaky, but she manages a little one, even as she drops her gaze, and lifts a hand to his on her shoulder.
“Le heft.” a beat, and then softly. “I’m sorry. He’s… he ban ce… sean, mometimes.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray leans over to her at her words and he gives her an intimate smile his hand slipping from her shoulder around her back and gently squeezing her far arm. He leans in, so that his scent fills her senses once more, he might even be doing that intentionally, giving her something else to concentrate on as he does so.
“I see that, but I don’t care what he had to say. The only opinion that matters to me, when it comes to the two of us…is yours.” His voice is silky smooth as he talks to her, its like a reassuring blanket. “Besides, now we have this booth all to ourselves.” And then he does it, he leans in and kisses her, not on the lips, not yet….but right on the cheek, a quick peck, thats held for just a moment longer then propriety would normally allow for.
[Rory] His arm slips around her shoulders, and can feel her trembling. He leans in, and she takes the time to breathe deeply, filling her senses with him once again, remind herself why she got all dressed up in the first place. She moves closer, just a touch, as he talks, and then the blush returns as he points out they’ve got the evening to themselves now…
She closes her eyes when his lips press against her skin, dusty lashes brushing against her cheeks as he lingers. A breath, maybe two, and she opens her eyes to look up at him, her tongue moistening lips that are suddenly dry, before she asks shyly…
“Do you really rike ledheads?” In reference to his earlier comment to her Alpha…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles broadly as she asks him that question, he see’s her coming around, and that pleases him. He looks up at her hair and then back down into her eyes, seeing as she is willing to meet his gaze now without to much timidity. As he speaks a hand gently plays through her curls for a moment. Just enough so she can certainly feel the pull of his fingers through her locks.
“I do, but I like you inparticular.”
[Rory] “..oh.” She blushes then – which he had to have expected, the color splashing across her cheeks as she leans into the touch of his hand in her curls, just a bit, just enough that he would notice, even as she peek up at him again. Still timid, still shy… but trying.
“I yike lou too.” barely audible.
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[Ray Ostermann] “Well, Rory it is good to see we have that out of the way.” He chuckles, and his scent wafts over her again as he draws her closer to his body now that they share the booth only between the two of them.
“You should try your steak Rory, have you ever had steak before?”
He asks as he pulls out his own utensils, now that hes sitting closer to her. He can still feel her rage, but nowadays it is almost as comforting as it is concerning.
[Rory] She blushes as he pulls her closer, and she doesn’t fight the move, even if it’s something new, and different – one of many things. So many push away from her without knowing why, the heat of her rage a burning flame that makes it difficult to be around her, makes her hard to touch, hard to withstand the sensation that she could eat someone alive without blinking, without breaking a sweat. But he pulls her closer, and encourages her to taste the steak..
She smiles that little shy grin, and shakes her head. Too expensive, since she’d move here – and too low in station back home. Her belly is warm already with the glass of whine she consumed, and she reaches for her fork and knife, and leans forward a bit in order to dig into the steak he’d ordered for her.
She takes the first bite – the meat tender and warm, seasoned simply so as to enhance rather than overpower. Her eyes widen slightly as she chews, and there’s a low pleased sound in the back of her throat as she simply goes for another… “is good!”
[Ray Ostermann] It rages yes, and while it feels as though it could burn him, he see’s Rory, and hears her and he knows that for all her rage, she would not use it against him. To him it is almost like a safety blanket, a feeling that ensures that while she is around. He is safe if he needs it.
He smiles as she tastes her first bite of steak, and then tucks in, trying more. He pours her another glass of wine to accompany the steak, and watches her for a moment more before taking out his own utensils to eat as well.
“I knew you would like it.” Is all he says before he tucks in as well, sharing the moment of eating with her in amicable silence.
[Rory] He pours her more wine and she takes another sip. She’s Fianna, and it’s likely shocking that she doesn’t have much of a tolerance, but in the list of ‘strange things about the metis’ it falls somewhere along the bottom of the list. She tries to match him in the pace that she eats, because if it were her, alone, she’d likely be inhaling it as quick as she could chew and swallow – long years of eating fast in case it’s taken away again. Old habits die hard.
A benefit of the wine though, is that she’s not quite so tense, not quite so nervous. The nerves are still there, and the blush near constant when she peeks at him now and again, but her looks begin to linger a little, to last more than half a second.
Shyly, she looks at him, and asks… “What else do lou yike?” other than redheads, presumably.
[Ray Ostermann] “What else…hmmm” He answers the question with a question to himself, leaning back in the booths plush seat to think, his eyes trailing along Rory’s long leggy form. He rubs his chin, trying to decide what to say to that and after a minute or so he answers.
“I enjoy hot dogs, fast cars, I enjoy swimming and a little bit of running. I particularly like my job, and I enjoy the company of beautiful woman like you.” He says running a hand down along her back, feeling her beneath the soft texture of the dress.
“What about yourself? What do you like?”
[Rory] Her runs her hand along her back and she catches her breath, falling still for a moment as she relishes the unfamiliar ease with which he touches her – the fact that he does touch her still something of a surprise. She blushes again, and peeks up at him and curiosity gets the best of her… “Wots of lemen?”
Before she tries to figure out what she likes… what to tell him. “I like… machines. Thixing fings, sitting in re thain, fighting, and learning thew nings…” a beat, and a shy little grin. “and dot hogs. And steak.”
[Ray Ostermann] At her responses his laugh washes over her infecting her with that feel good vibe, its sound riding along her skin like her rage might to others. “Do not forget dresses now as well.” He says leaning forward and taking a drink from his wine glass. Where she may have a low tolerance, he has an exceptional one given that he drinks almost every day.
He doesn’t just brush aside her question about women, he never does. Ray is if nothing open about his tastes and his preferences, and he nods gently his face reassuring.
“Yes, lots of women. Does that bother you?”
[Rory] She blushes and slides her fingers along the material where it covers her thigh, a happy little grin at the way it brushes across her skin, at the way it makes her feel, and nods – curl sliding over her bare shoulders. “And dresses.”
He is honest about the women, and she tips her head, slightly, as she looks at him, and then takes another bite to give herself a moment or two to think on the question that followed honestly. “It shouldn’t…” She rubsa finger along the side of her nose, absently. “The Nation says I han’t cave anyone… so sharing is stike a lep up…”
She shrugs, slightly, and then peeks at him again, and admits. “I knon’t dow.”
[Ray Ostermann] He listens to her, his face intent and he tries to keep her gaze when she looks up at him, hold it even if she looks down and away. He does this each time, trying to capture her face without using his hands to do so.
As she explains herself, he shakes his head, he understood the litany, he did. But the idea of denying someone the physical comforts another can bring, made little sense to him.
“If it does Rory, then perhaps i should stop, I would not want to hurt you, I think there would be a special place in hell for me if I did.”
[Rory] He tries to capture her gaze, to have her look at him longer each time – and he is aided by the wine she has drank, and her efforts to be honest even if it’s difficult. She chews her lower lip absently, before she takes another sip form her wine and settles back in the booth – and looks up at him.
He is honest – and she is as well. It’s likely she doesn’t have a dishonest bone in her body.. “Stop being mith we?” The shake of her head sends curls into motion again as she admits softly “I don’t want you sto top…”
[Ray Ostermann] He gazes into her eyes, normally he wouldn’t care this much. But given the circumstances, and Rory herself, he seems to need reassurance. Like he really doesn’t want to hurt her. Most he wouldnt care about…but shes different somehow.
“Are you certain? You of all people do not deserve to be hurt in such ways. If you are though…then I won’t stop.” He says like its a promise, one he fully intends to keep.
[Rory] She wants to drop her gaze, to hide under her curls, to retreat as she often does – but she also wants exactly the opposite, to remember how he looks at her, how he he looks to her for reassurance when she’s the one so inexperienced and out of her league here. She manages to something of both – dropping her gaze just a little, searching his face, lingering on the way his lips move when he talks, before looking up to his eyes again.
And softly, barely murmured… “Ston’t dop.”
[Ray Ostermann] He seems to take her looking at his lips as a cue of a sort, watching her as she watches him. When she speaks those words he closes his eyes a moment and takes a breath, before opening them, the dazzling blue of his eyes trapping her. His smile spreads, becoming a mixture of roguish mischief and debonaire sexy.
“If that is your wish Rory…” He says softly, the closeness of them allows for him to reach her with barely a shift of his body. He brings his face close to her, his lips parted lightly, and he looks into her eyes for the briefest of moments, checking one last time, before he leans in and kisses her upon the lips. His hand going around her back and holding her. No chaste peck this, but a full, intimate kiss.
[Rory] He smiles at her like that, and she forgets to breathe, and then he’s moving closer, and she doesn’t dare move, doesn’t dare breathe lest she lose this moment, and give him reason to pull away instead. He catches her lips with his own, and it’s no chaste kiss this time – it’s filled with the intimacy and desire that part of her longs for, though she would never put voice to it…
She is timid still, so shy, so new at this that it takes her a moment before she sighs a little breathy moan across his lips, her eyes closing as she lifts slender, fragile looking fingers to rest against his chest, a tremble weaving through her as she follows his lead through the kiss, clearly the novice… but oh so eager to learn…
[Ray Ostermann] And ray is the teacher, experienced enough for more then just himself. He uses his lips to tease hers open, gently parting hers so that his tongue may slip between them, and taste just beyond her lips, he doesn’t rush it, he does things slowly, letting her find out herself as he guides her. The utensils forgot, a hand gently cups the side of her face, holding her just as the hand at her back keeps her as well.
She can taste the steak, and the wine, but it tastes of him as well, a distinctly foreign taste to what she had tasted before, but somehow it made the other two tastes all the more intense, all the more memorable. The kiss lasts for almost a minute, as he teaches her the basics of one of the most intimate expressions a person can use. Before at last he pulls back, and his hand falls from her cheek letting her free.
[Rory] He is a patient teacher, leading without rushing, teasing and tempting her to follow his lead as she explores, timidly at first, then with a slow growing confidence as she lets her lips part, and allows herself to enjoy the tastes of him as he shares them with her. She is trembling by the time he pulls back, and when he does, her eyes remain closed for a long moment, before she opens her eyes, slowly, peeking up at him through dusty lashes before dropping her gaze – the flush of enjoyment heating her skin, racing through her until all she can do is murmur one, perfect word…
“….wow….”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray doesn’t need to respond to that, her pleasure and the thrill of her feelings almost palpable in the air about them. Her looks and the movement of her body are all he needs to know that she wanted more. But…longing was a powerful tool. So he turns back to the meal. A side long look at her as he does so. the hand on her back slips down and comes to rest on her hip, which he uses to scoot her just a little closer, both of them certainly inside each others personal space now.
“Do you have to follow your pack?” He asks softly, wondering if she had to go after them now that the meeting was effectively dead.
[Rory] He scoots her closer still, and she blushes, which – as noted- seems to be her default reaction to just about everything, though this time, it’s a heightening of the sensations he raised so easily in her with the simplest of touches, the tenderness of his kiss.
He turns back to the meal, and she reaches for her wine, first, taking a long swallow, feeling as if everyone must be able to hear her heart beating, to see how he affected her… The glass carefully on the table, she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, before she has gained enough composure to take another bite of the delicious meal before them.
She look up at him, briefly, and then turns her eyes back to her plate, that shy little smile resting warmly on her lips as she shakes her head, slightly. “No. Is Delmar’s tight no patrol.”
[Ray Ostermann] He smiles at that, obviously pleased with her answer as he seems to nod to himself taking up his wine glass as well and taking a sip before speaking. “So you are all mine for the rest of the evening then?”
He asks almost like its hopeful, but the mischievous grin that parts his lips maybe confuses the message a little. It is a mix of desire and innocent questioning that meets her gaze….how she takes it is up to her.
[Rory] She peeks up at him again, the color deepening as she just… nods. She can’t say anything at first, as she bites her lip and agrees that she’s his, all his, for the rest of the evening, at least. She reaches up to tuck her curls behind an ear, only to have them spring free instantly again as she reaches for her glass – clearly more intent on finishing it than what’s left of the meal – her belly warm, and that warmth spreading through her, much as his kiss had sparked a fire within her as well.
Finally, she manages a single word that encompasses… everything. “…yes.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles, when she says that, a pleased look crossing his features before he turns and chuckles. “Well I wasn’t planning on going that far this evening. Should I?”
He asks her, that debonaire smile shining at her. He turns to regard her now, his gaze becoming thoughtful as he takes her in, remembering how she looked when he met her, and questioning look forming across his features.
“Rory, tell me about where you live? What is your room like?”
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, as he says he hasn’t planned on going that far, and asks her if he should – and she’s not quite sure what he means. How far is that far? She looks up at him, at that smile, and then she blushes brightly as it all clicks together a moment later. She doesn’t answer though, because she’s distracted by the second questions.
Her brow furrows slightly, and she considers what she can tell him and still leave the specifics of ‘where’ out of it. She takes sip of the wine, only half of her second glass remaining now, before she replies.
“Is a rice noom. Was another mack pember’s before me, hut be’s on a quest. I don’t have much, and carry thost mings in my backpack.” Which she’s without, tonight. She feels almost naked without it, truth be told. She rubs the side of her nose again, and a thin shoulder rolls into a shrug. “I have lots of pechanical mieces and parts all over. And ty mools on a dresser.”
A pause, and she smiles, shyly. “It’s a nice apartment – Edwin got it for us. Small, gut bood.”
[Ray Ostermann] He listens as she speaks his head tilted in her direction, his body as well showing her that though he had turned to his steak to eat a little more he was still all ears for her. If he wanted the location, he doesn’t let on as he doesn’t ask or pry about them. Instead it looks like hes trying to picture the place, and when he does it makes him chuckle. “Small, but good. I like it, it suits you well.”
He considers her description a little more before turning now to address her. “It must be quite cozy, I can’t say the same for my place, it is large and open, and high up…you might even find it cold in comparison to your place.”
[Rory] She smiles shyly at him, before she does something he’s only heard briefly before – she laughs. It’s a brief giggle, hidden behind her hand as she shakes her head, slightly. “Cold is alleyway in a box in widdle of minter. My old pack thept slere.”
Then, she tips her head, slightly… and attempts something new. Teasing – shy and innocently. “Might we barmer with me there.”
….and then, right on cue, she blushes at her own audacity…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray blinks, he to is surprised by her daring, but he recovers quickly and leans in, whispering into her ear. “Why don’t we find out.” His voice once more taking on that velvet like quality, that smooth soft lusty voice before he leans away and waits to see what her response is.
“Or…we could sit here and eat some more. Your choice.” He offers another option, but from the look on his face hes certain he knows which one she will pick.
[Rory] She blushes brightly, though part of her is pleased to have surprised him – even if it meant that she feels as if she’s blushing clear to her toes and back again. He whispers in her ear and he can feel her catching her breath, feel the little tremble that slides through her. There’s no doubt in him which she will choose, and she doesn’t disappoint…
…but she does finish off that glass of wine before she answers – perhaps it is that that made her so briefly daring…
“…I’m full…” she says, with that shy little smile as she looks up at him again.
[Ray Ostermann] That thought crosses his mind, and he seems to weigh the options, he looks her over, looking for the normal signs of a woman who is to inebriated for her own good. He couldnt imagine her being that far gone after only three glasses of wine, especially with a steak in the mix as well. But you never did know, she had never drank wine before.
“Are you alright to walk?” He asks innocently enough, he was at least kind enough not to ask her if she was out and out drunk. He stands at that, and slides from the booth, his hand extended to her to help her out of the booth when she was ready, not that she needed the help.
[Rory] She hides another bit of laughter under her hand, as she knows something he doesn’t – there are at least two different options she has to burn off the alcohol so quickly that it’d be like it never existed. She just nods, though, that she’s alright to walk, and while she’s pleasantly warm, she’s still in possession of her senses.
Even those that are filled with him, and the way he smiles at her.
She slides her fingers – so slender, pale, fragile looking – into his, and even in the light of the restaurant her nails don’t have the typical sheen, almost as if they don’t exist at all. Her hands are warm, so warm, as she grabs her coat and slides from the booth and stands, keeping her hand in his as she peeks up at him again. She’s able to walk…
“See?”
[Ray Ostermann] “I should be punished for having ever doubted you my dear. Whatever was I thinking.” He asks as he smiles he politely waits for her to gather her things, and when she has them he waves to the bartender, who simply waves back.
He was about to step forward and out of the restaurant, when she peeked up at him again. When she does, he doesn’t hesitate and he plants a kiss on her lips, not the same as before, but a quick, firm press of his lips to hers, before he pulls back, and lets her hide again if she wishes.
“Come on Rory, lets go see if I need the heater on when your in my home shall we?” He asks, teasingly as he walks with her hand in hand out of the restaurant, and to his car.
[Rory] She slips her coat on, and then as she looks up, he captures her lips again, and she gasps softly in surprise, but presses up into it just the same – equal parts caught unaware and delighted as she ducks her head, and touches her fingers to her lips, keeping the warmth of his touch there for a moment longer.
Then, he teases her about the heater, and the that smile of her lingers, as she follows him outside, very aware of her hand in his, and the people that watch them go.
She tucks her free hand into the pocket of her coat, and tips her head as Ray doesn’t have to stop to pay, confused, a moment, as she looks back, just to be sure they’re not being followed, or about to get into trouble for it…
[Ray Ostermann] He catches her glance as they walk out and he chuckles. “I prepaid the meal, don’t worry. Its a trick we use when hosting meetings over dinner. It often costs more then the meal…but its worth it so that you can come and go as you please.”
He explains the finer points to her as they step up to his car, it is sleek and black a 2006 maserati and he opens up the door to the passenger side and allows her to slip into the leather interior. Its obvious he takes especially good care of the car, despite the fact that its four years old now, it looks almost brand new. He slides in next to her after a moment and smiles her way, before turning on the car and heading for the apartment. As they drive she can feel the seat beneath her warming, heating her through the seat.
[Rory] “oh..” she flushes again, even as she peeks back at the restaurant, and then back up at Ray. It’s a completely different world than the one she’s used too, the one where she has to fix broken ice machines and soda dispensers and heaters and washers, and other little machines in order to feed herself, and her pack. The free meal she’d gotten them before cost her three hours, and a lot of mixed up cursing before the machine returned to it’s pristine condition. on the other hand, there’s Old Bob at the Pizza Hut, who breaks his soda machine weekly so that he can justify giving her free pizza every Friday. Rory is a girl who garners one of two reactions from the people she meets – hatred and exasperation, or the overwhelming need to protect her.
She runs her fingers lightly over the edge of the car as he leads her to the passenger side, then slips into the leather with a soft sound of appreciation. Though it turns to a look of surprise as she suddenly moves forward, her hand pressing against the leather, finding it warming under her touch. She tips her head, curious, and then settles back into the seat, cautiously. She’s never seen – felt – anything like that…. and she admits, softly as she smooths her skirt over her thighs again…
“It’s.. warming! Murprised se…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles as his eyes twinkle, he can’t help but find her innocence and unworldliness endearing. He watches her react and he lays a hand on her shoulder. “It works wonders when its cold outside and you just have to warm up. Enjoy it.”
He says as he turns his eyes to the road before him and concentrates on the road. They reach the condo in a short time, and he points it out to her and she has time to look the building over as they pull up to a large door which slowly opens at the push of a button on his rear view mirror. When it opens fully it reveals a tunnel into the buildings underground parking he drives them in, the door shutting behind them and he finds his assigned spot quickly. He parks the car and looks at her with a brief smile before hoping out, and opening her door for her.
“Well here we are, were not quite to the apartment yet…but you are in the building at least.”
[Rory] She smiles at him, that same little shy smile as she tips her head to rest her cheek against his hand where it rests on her shoulder, and settles into the seat comfortably. It’s such a simple thing, yet amazing just the same. He points out the building and her eyes widen as she outright stares at it, her jaw dropping slightly as she is so surprised she forgets to duck away and hide…
“…you hive lere?!”
And then the door opens, and they drive underground to the parking – and she remembers to close her mouth after a moment, though her green eyes are still wide, and – quite frankly – impressed.
He parks, and opens the door for her, and she gets out of the car and shyly tucks her hand into his again, once more clearly out of her element, just as she was at the boutique the other day. “I wan’t cait to see it…”
Impressed, she is.
[Rory] (pause)
[Ray Ostermann] He smiles to himself, he can’t help but be pleased she finds his place so impressive, regardless of the life shes lived, but in a sense he’s pleased to show her another side of life as well. As she gets out he takes her hand, and feels the wave of rage wash over him again. The only sign of discomfort is a slight intake of breath before he starts walking with her towards the elevator. “Well if you can contain yourself for a few more minutes more…you can see all that you wish too.”
There is innuendo in his voice, though he doubts that she will catch it, but who know’s she had surprised him so far. The garage itself is fairly barren, a concrete affair with off white paint which has become discolored due to dust and exhaust. The elevators, three of them stand in the center of the garage area, and they are slowly approaching them.
[Rory] She doesn’t think anything of the innuendo, other than the fact that his voice is still warm, and suggesting something even if she isn’t sure what it is all the time. She simply holds his hand, and follows his lead, keeping pace with him even as she look over the other cars parked there, and everything about the garage – even it is more impressive than anything she’s had occasion to be in.
Still so unbearably shy, she peek up at him, her other hand warmly tucked in his, her free hand lifting to slide along his arm as she smiles. “I’ll try.”
To contain herself, of course
[Ray Ostermann] They step up to the brushed metal doors of the elevators and with a press of a button a door slides open, revealing the carriage. He looks down at her for a moment a wondering look passing over his face before he leads her inside and presses the number for the 16th floor. A ding sounds, and their assent begins, the elevator rising smoothly past the first floor, meaning that they will not likely be interrupted on their trip.
They do not ride in silence however, Ray piping up as usual, his warm voice carrying the conversation naturally. “So your pack seems like a rather eclectic mix, how did you end up with them?”
[Rory] She follows him into the elevator, the green of her eyes sparkling as she takes in the interior that’s posh and clean and not at all like some places she’s been. He starts it movinb, and she squeezes his hand tighter a moment, and then relaxes into the movement, the gears near silent as the car moves.
She peeks back up at him when he asks the question, each look lasting a little bit longer, a little more relaxed – the three glasses of wine having done their job, giving her just that much more liquid courage.
“Was part of another pack. Alpha died, lackmate peft. Fox mound fe, and sent Edwin. Kne hew Fox would accept me, that I had something the Logeymen backed. Fox brought us together – can’t argue cher hoices.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Chance and fate then hmm? I suppose the same could be said for our meeting. The chance we would run into each other that day at that place….I’d say the odds were slim that we’d have ended up here…now..wouldn’t you?”
He asks her as he leans back against the wall of the car, watching the numbers tick away as they near Ray’s floor. He’s still smiling as he turns away from those numbers and watches for Rory’s response.
[Rory] She nods, and her cheeks color as he equates the finding of her pack to her finding him. Her smile is a shy thing, but no less honest, warm as she looks up at him. She’d watch the numbers, but the wouldn’t make any sense to her anyway, so instead, she watches him – or their hands, or the floor…
“I never hould wave thought I’d be in a lace plike this..” a pause, and shy little grin as she glances down at their hands. “Or that you’d even think twice about someone mike le.”
[Ray Ostermann] As she asks her question the elevator comes to a slow and steady stop, a chime sounding as the door opens. Ray takes a moment to look at Rory, silent as he pulls her along out of the elevator and onto the plush red carpeting of the hallway, as he walks slowly towards his apartment, Rory not released for a moment, almost like she might run away.
He seems to contemplate her response as they walk, but then he poses another question to the fiery headed woman. “I think its absolutely silly that you think I would not look twice at you…twice at the very least.” He says treating her to his wandering eyes, move blatant then before. “Why would you think that?”
They slowly round the corner as he asks that, and unbenounced to her, his condo is only a few more doors way.
[Rory] He doesn’t release her, and she doesn’t pull away, waiting out his silence as one well used to having people take their time – even if there’s usually a different reaction than the one he’s giving her now. His eyes wander, blatantly enjoying the view and she blushes – clear down to her toes, her free hand smoothing the material of her skirt over her thigh, her hip, feeling the material swish over her skin as she peeks up at him – than away self consciously.
She always answers him – it just sometimes takes a moment. Like now. But then she murmurs softly. “No one ever has… I am metis and bad.”
Some teachings are beat in so very deep.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray shakes his head, not believing her for a second, he understood the litany and its problems with Metis, but that did not mean she herself was bad…just how to tell her. He pauses before they reach the door and he puts a hand under her chin, raising her gaze upward and holding her chin so that she could not escape.
“You may have been born Metis Rory, but that does not make what you have become, or what you choose to be..bad. Besides, if you had not been born as you are, I certainly would not have you around to see you blush so much.” His smile is reassuring, telling her hes only joking about the last part, not being mean. He at last allows her to drop her chin if she wants to, his hand releasing its grip upon her.
He then pulls out his keys and takes the last few strides to the door.
[Rory] He lifts her chin, and she trembles, but doesn’t pull away. They both know she could escape if she wanted too, she could do far, far worse than that if she were of a mind. But she’s not, and though she’s clearly nervous, and oh so achingly shy, she meets his gaze…
She listens.. and then right on cue, flushes, her skin warm under his touch for both reasons now – the rage, and the constant state of blushing he keeps her in. He smiles, and her lips curve in return, and she keeps looking at him as he releases her… right up until he pulls out his keys and turns to the door. The jangle of metal filters through, and she bites her lower lip gently, as she turns toward the door, memorizing the shape of the letter on the door, so that she might find it again, even if she doesn’t know it’s name, or more than the fact its a letter. of some sort.
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t pause now, he simply unlocks the door, and swings it open, waiting for her to step inside. He gestures, almost like a bell hop might before he looks up at her and smiles roguishly. “Welcome to my home…please make yourself comfortable.” His voice suggests other things, naughtier things as he ushers her inside.
The place is clean and spacious just as it always is, and the drapes are pulled back from the main windows, providing a view of the neighbourhood and the surrounding towers. He steps in after her, and closes the door behind him, locking it as he does so, his hand flicking on lights as he waits to see her reaction to the place.
“What do you think?”
[Rory] He ushers her inside, and she steps carefully, and then, as the lights come on, gasps. Her eyes widen as she isn’t quite sure what to look at first. She isn’t looking at the floor -well not after making sure she wouldn’t trip as she moves toward the living room, taking her time to explore everything she can see in thosefirs moment – even as he promises so much more with the soft tease in his voice.
She slips from her coat, and holds it in one hand, unsure where to put it so it won’t be in the way, or mess the perfection that is the apartment. She looks out over the view, and then blinks once… twice… and finally manages…
“I’ve sever need anything so pretty…”
[Ray Ostermann] “That…is just a view of other places, the prettiest part of this view is right infront of me.” He counters as he steps up to her, his hand brushing against the small of her back as he takes her coat, and hangs it up on the old wooden standing rack. That done, he unbuttons his coat and undoes his tie, allowing it to hang around his neck for the time being.
“You know it won’t shatter, my place is quite durable, please make yourself at home Rory, can I get you anything?”
[Rory] His hand brushes her back, and she chews on her lower lip as it sparks warmth sliding through her again. She lets him take her coat, and watches as he moves through the apartment, very clearly owning his space. He belongs her. She… has never really belonged anywhere. Not until Fox. Not until Edwin.
He says make herself at home and she ducks her head, hiding behind her hair, and smiles a little as she moves to the couch and takes a seat, so that she can free herself from those beautiful strappy little sandals. They’re amazing -but she’s unused to wearing them for long.
Then, hopefully… “….wore mine?” Seems something has awakened the Fianna blood within her..
[Ray Ostermann] Ray laughs as she requests more wine, and he nods. “Of course just one moment. I think I have something just right for the occasion.”
He says as he steps around and out of the living room proper, moving into the kitchen. He might be seperated from the living room proper. But she can still see him until he ducks down. He’s gone for a brief second, into a cupboard perhaps…though likely in a place like this, its a proper wine fridge. He comes back up with a red wine this time, the bottle still sealed tight. He seems to have found a cork screw and two glasses, which he brings with him.
He slides onto the couch next to her and goes about the ritual of uncorking the wine, the bottle making that popping noise as the cork comes out. “Here we are…lets see how you like a shiraz, its a little more fruity and woody then the white you had earlier. But I think you will like it all the same.”
He pours each of them a glass of the red liquid, and then hands her the glass, before taking up his and holding it up. “To you Rory.”
[Rory] He laughs, and she smiles that shy little grin, before she spends the moments watching him find the bottle, opener and classes. She rubs her feet gently while she watches him, soothing their ache until she finally settles back to sit on the couch, her fingers smoothing her skirt over her thighs, a nervous hand lifting to make sure the little straps are in place on her shoulders.
He returns with the bottle, and says what it is. “I frike luit.” She takes the offered glass, and with a shy little grin touches it to his, the glass clinking lightly as she murmurs. “yo tou.” before she takes the first, slow sip. She licks her lips afterwards, and tips her head, slightly.
A moment as she considers, and then, with a little grin, at once shy and delighted. “…is good!”
[Ray Ostermann] He sips the wine himself, savoring the flavor as he does so before nodding his agreement. “It is, only problem now is….once the bottle is open it must be drunk. I certainly hope you are up to the task my dear. I hate to waste good wine.”
He’s not trying to get her drunk, it just seems to be a matter of fact for him, you let a bottle sit after its been opened and it goes bad, quickly. Something he is loath to do. He leans back into the soft cushions of the couch and puts an arm over Rory’s shoulders, as he pulls her to him.
“So what are you thinking Rory? What thoughts are forming in that fiery head of yours hmm?” He asks as he looks down at her as they sit together, glasses in hand, a night ahead of them yet.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, as she studies the bottle, and then she’s smiling again, one with a hint of mischief, that suggest she’s relaxing, even if she’s still so very timid, and shy. Is she up to it? “I tan cry.”
Of course, she can also shift and burn through the effects in less than three seconds, but she doesn’t say that – or even suggest it. She’s starting to like the little warmth in the pit of her belly, especially when it’s soothing the little ball of nerves it shares the space with.
He asks what she’s thinking, and she chews on her lower lip, absently, before she takes a drink of the wine, and then admits softly… “I thas winking… that I can’t wait to gell Tina she was right..”
[Ray Ostermann] “Right? Right about what?” He asks, very curious what Gina must have said to Rory at some point. He cants his head and looks at her, his face close to her’s as they are sitting together, most certainly intimately at this point. No one around them now, it is truely just the two of them. And the excitement and enjoyment in the air is palpable.
He takes another sip as he waits for her answer. Something he doesn’t seem all that interested in letting go.
[Rory] She blushes, and ducks her head, hiding behind those curls of hers as she runs the tip of her finger along the edge of the glass. She doesn’t answer right off, but when she does, her voice is soft, almost a whisper.
“Gina thaid sat someone would want to miss ke. And maybe kiss le mots. And maybe more. Someday.”
She lifts her glass to her lips, and takes a long swallow, before she peeks at him, to catch his reaction to that admittance.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles knowingly as he leans in to Rory, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers back to her, his warm breath blowing gently at her ear, and his scent flooding her senses.
“Then you can tell Gina, that she was right on all accounts, about everything.” His voice becoming rich and velvety as he whispers softly to her.
He pulls back slightly, but only enough so that he can turn himself, so that he is facing Rory head on, her head ducked or not…his lips find her’s once more for another long slow kiss, this time he waits to see what she’s learned, and if she will try to apply it.
[Rory] He leans closer, and she blushes. His lips and breath slide against her ear, and she trembles, and almost forgets how to breathe… until she inhales quickly to breathe him in, to let his scent, his being flood her, imprinting his very presence across her mind…
He faces her, and then lays claim to her lips once more, and there’s a soft sound – surprised and delighted and nervous all wrapped up in one – at the back of her throat, and for a moment, she waits for him to lead again… and then she can’t wait any longer, and she presses closer, her fingertips lifting to brush against his jaw as she parts her lips, and tastes of his, slowly – inexpertly but earnestly deepening the kiss…
[Ray Ostermann] Not everyone is a great kisser off the bat, practice makes perfect after all and Ray seems more then happy to help Rory clock all the time she wants, as she deepens the kiss he does as well, matching her move for move as he tongue slips between their lips and finds her’s, gently playing across it, tasting her as she tastes him.
He sighs into the kiss, letting it linger long and potent, he forgets the wine for a moment, setting it down on the table as his hands go to pull her into his lap, making it all the more easy for their kiss to continue unabated.
[Rory] He pulls her into his lap, and she almost spills her wine, but catches it at the last second, holding it carefully as he moves her. She doesn’t fight the move, even if this, too, is something new.
Once she’s settled into his lap, she slides her fingers from the strong line of his jaw, around the back of his neck, until she can slide her arm around him – holding on as she loses herself in the slide of his tongue against hers, the tease, his taste, letting him fill her senses until there’s nothing left but him, and the way he makes her feel…
She doesn’t seem inclined to stop anytime soon, either, as she slowly gains confidence in the kiss, and while she’s never exactly bold, she does surrender to instinct…. to the simple delight found in kissing him.
[Ray Ostermann] The kiss is long, minutes long as they continue to share each other in this way, the length requires them to breath gently, taking in each others scent and breath as they continue to kiss. He feels the crawl of her rage, mingled with her desire as they kiss and sit together, her ontop of him. It is an intense sensation that he has never felt, and he seems very interested in keeping it there.
She feels one hand slip into her hair, not gripping it, but flowing through her curls as they kiss, while the other one holds her close, the hand resting on her lower back, fingers just barely caressing the top of her ass through the dress.
At long last though he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against her’s as he catches a more substantial breath. But he still remains silent in their embrace. Not willing to spoil it for her.
[Rory] If she were to think about it, to wonder while she breathes him in, settles the imprint of his touch, his breath, his scent into her mind – it must be different for him. There is her rage, certainly, burning under her skin, a slumbering beast that she could call at will, that remains under control through training and will alone. There is her skin, her hair, her taste…. but there is no scent, nothing other than the faint remnants of coconut from her shampoo – but of herself, there is nothing. If not for the other four senses that prove she exists, proves she’s very real, very warm, very close here in his lap – she would be a hole in his world, easily forgotten.
Fortunately, for Rory, there is so much more to this moment than scent.
His hand slides through her curls, and she moans softly, and under the touch of his hand along her lower back, barely creeping lower, she trembles – eager yet timid still… He breaks the kiss so that they can remember to how to breathe, and she leaves her eyes closed for a long moment, before sighing a soft, delighted…
“…wow…”
[Ray Ostermann] He breaths deep as he rests, and as she speaks he chuckles lightly, turning his head against her’s as he does so. He makes a move at this point, his hand slipping lower and caressing her ass, squeezing the meat of it gently as he looks at her face, watching for her reaction.
The hand that had run through her hair has settled onto the back of her body, still holding her close as he watches her eyes for any sign of danger, any sign hes gone to far as his hand upon her ass continues to slip lower.
“Perhaps you’d like to try more…” He asks gently as he watches her, curious just how far shes willing to let him go tonight.
[Rory] His hand wanders, sliding down over her ass and her eyes open quickly, almost as if she expects it to have been a mistake, as if it was just a slip, not anything intentional.. but then he squeezes gently, caressing her, and she swallows, hard. There is no sign of danger though, nothing that says he should stop, even as she drops her gaze, color burning high in her cheeks, as she remembers her glass of wine seconds before she spills it all over her pretty dress. She lifts the glass, and quickly takes another swallow or two, and then leans away only to set it on the coffee table, so that she doesn’t risk ruining her newest prize possession.
When she returns to being so close to him, to his embrace, she runs her tongue nervously along her lips, moistening them as well as gathering the last bits of the wine from her skin, mingled with the remembered taste of his tongue under her own…
Her breath catches, as his fingers continue to travel, and she can’t say anything, not for the moment. Instead, she just nods, slightly, and then leans in to kiss him again…
[Rory] (Paused)
[Ray Ostermann] His fingers slide down and under her ass, squeezing gently and exploring her body as he does so. His fingers glide tantilizingly close to her pussy but dont go there just yet. He has to work up to that, especially with someone like Rory. As they kiss once again his eyes close, ever the gentleman even when hes doing this sort of thing on the first date. His other hand, slips up her side, exploring as well as he maps her body in his mind.
He seems completely willing to take his time, hell he might not even be planning on going all the way tonight….but then again, you never could tell where things end up.
[Rory] his hands slide over her, and she almost forgets to move, to breathe, until a trembling sigh weaves through her, escaping across his lips as she kisses him. Her finger, so pale and slender – almost fragile – slide around the back of his neck, shyly slipping through his hair, feeling the texture of it between her fingers, before her other hand mimics his, smoothing up his side with a light touch.
His eyes are closed, she opens hers, watching him a long moment before her’s too close – all the easier to feel what he’s doing to her, to feel the slide of his fingers so close to skin, barely held back from those freckles by the thin material of her dress. Her touch spreads across his chest, sliding along the opened buttons of his shirt, and back again…
[Ray Ostermann] The hand on her leg continues to slide south, until it meets the edge of her dress, at this point there is nothing between them as Ray’s hand finds the soft flesh of Rory’s legs, the supple muscles felt beneath her pale skin. He opens his eyes briefly, examining her face once more for any sign of reason to stop, before he takes a breath from the kiss and begins to slide his hand back up her leg this time beneath the soft material of her dress, the thumb hooked into it, dragging it with it.
His other hand mimics hers, but on her, it has a decidedly more pronounced effect. As her hand slides across his chest, so to does his. It barely touches her breasts at first, but as their caresses continue, his fingers flicker over the swell of breasts, feeling the delicate flesh beneath. His touch hinting at what may be to come this evening.
[Rory] Her skin is warm, so warm, even under the darkness of the moon – he can only imagine how much she burns when Luna is full and heavy in the sky. Even now it’s as if she thrums with a warmth born of a core of immeasurable heat, pulsating in time with the moon’s ever changing whims. His hand on her leg, sliding along pale, freckled skin, ever upwards as he pulls the material of the dress higher too finds the warmth increasing, ever drawing him onward…
He searches for a reason to stop, and though she is still timid, still learning, there is nothing that suggests she wants him too… especially when his fingertips slide across the swell of her breasts, and she can’t hold back the soft gasp, the slight arch of her back into the touch rather than away from it.
No one has ever touched her this way… and every little held breath, every barely heart moan hopes that he continues…
[Ray Ostermann] Seeing that look upon her face, and feeling the response of her body leaves him with the only answer he needs, as he makes a decision for himself he presses his hand against her breast, squeezing it in his hand, caressing it and cupping it as he lets her know what is coming.
The dress continues to ride higher hand higher, his hand moving steadily over her thigh now as his hand moves as if it seeks the center of the furnace. The thought of her at the apex of her moon sends a shiver down his spine, a curious fear slipping through him. He knows he should be worried, but part of him is excited by the idea of feeling that power, that warmth at her height. His hand slips along her inner thigh, tracing along the freckles and touching skin that has never felt the hand of another.
He breaks the kiss at last, breathing deep even though there is no scent to her. He lowers his head now, kissing her cheek, and then her jawline, and then his lips move down over her throat, kissing softly as he goes.
[Rory] His hand finds her breast, cupping and squeezing and she can’t stop the soft moan – not that she wants too, not anymore. She is not trying to hide, not now, as she’s distracted by the electric tingle that is born of his fingers travel along her skin, exploring her inner thigh, even as his other hand slides over her breast, nipple crinkling hard under this touch over virgin territory…
If he is worried, if he is afraid, he does not show it, moving with a confidence born of experience as he teases her, and she is lost to his whims, though a soft whimper follows the breaking of that kiss… forgotten the minute his lips find her jaw, her throat.
She is a submissive being, in everything, and it is instinct here that has her tip her head back, baring her throat to him, to his lips along her skin. She trembles under the little electric pulses that each kiss sets off under her skin, and the arm around his shoulders tightens briefly, holding on…
The other continues to explore his chest, hesitantly, as he does hers… fingers following the lines of his toned torso, exploring timidly, until she even dares to open another button of his shirt, then a second so fingers can find skin…
[Ray Ostermann] His skin is smooth and almost hairless as her fingers at last find skin to play across, the body of a swimmer if she knew what to look for. He smiles as he kisses her throat as she starts to explore him more thoroughly as well. His lips part now, and teeth gently nip at the succulent flesh of her neck, before his lips begin to drift even further south kissing and nipping at her shoulder, and then her collar bone.
His hand continues to cup and caress Rory’s breasts, fingers squeezing at her nipples even through the dress and her bra with practiced ease. She submits to him, and as she does he knows he could go as far as he wanted with her..and it would be unlikely that she would stop him.
His hand at last found where her thighs met her torso and his fingers, having been sliding and playing along the length of her inner thigh come at last to the panties she wore. His fingers, ever so briefly slip between her legs, and play over the patch of fabric that kept his fingers from exploring the virginal lips of her pussy. Before he continued to hike her dress up more, before at last stopping at her stomach, his hand pressed against her intensely warm body.
[Rory] She wouldn’t stop him… and the more he touches her, teasing and light and ever so careful with her, she doesn’t even want to…
He smiles when she unbuttons his shirt, and she feels it against her neck, her throat, and encouraged, she shyly unbuttons more, until she can slip her hand fully under the material, shyly smoothing along his chest, mimicking his movements with her – following the smooth strength of his torso..
When his fingers slide between her thighs, playing over thin fabric, her eyes widen even as thighs part seemingly on their own, just a little farther to let him play… her breath catches, then falls in a softly surprised gasp as he teases her nipples through dress and bra, until they ache for more…
His hand against her belly is cool, is grounding, though she bites her lower lip softly in frustration that it stops moving against her…
[Ray Ostermann] He does not notice her frustration not with his attention so firmly on her body now and not her face. He continued to kiss and bite lower and lower, moving down over the top of her breasts, but stopping at the edge where her skin would turn to fabric. He nuzzles his face against her soft flesh at that, his soft hair playing across the skin of her chest and neck.
The next move is almost sudden, his hands slip from their prespective places on her breast and stomach, and find the end of the dress as it rests scrunched against her stomach. Here he hooks his thumbs under the dress, and begins to pull the dress further upward. She can tell his plan is for her to lose the dress…at least for now.
As he pulls it up he looks at her face again, his own forced to separate from her as he tries to disrobe her. He smiles at her, but there is now a mixture of his warm pleasant smile, and of lust and almost obscene promises hinted at in his eyes.
[Rory] He nuzzles against her, stopped by fabric, and her fingers slide up into his hair as it tickles along her skin, her eyes heavily lidded, watching him through rusty lashes as he teases her. He pulls back, so that he can slide her dress upwards, and she blushes, but does not stop him. Instead, she lifts her arms so that he can slide it off of her completely and set it aside…
He has seen before that though she is often a shy and timid creature, she has no real modesty either, and does not consider her skin something one would think to hide. She wears clothing because it is expected, yet has no shyness about being ear nude in a mans lap in his apartment – no more so than she did in the open dressing room at the boutique.
As innocent as a child, yet so clearly a woman in the shape and form of her slender form against her, she lowers her arms once their free of material, and does not even attempt to cover herself. She is his to look at as he pleases, and because it does so obviously pleases him, she blushes, flushing with the pleasure and promise in his gaze.
He looks at her like that and her lips curve into that softly sweet smile, one that wants to please him, and is at the same time infinitely curious too. She takes his untied tie between her fingers, and slides it from around his neck, and sets it aside, before she peeks up at him, to see if he’ll stop her, and then shyly does away with he rest of his buttons, and spreads his shirt open all the way… baring his skin the same way he does hers – though he clearly still has the advantage in her minimal state of dress…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray does nothing to stop the timid metis, if anything his smile encourages her to do so. His hands briefly cupping her face in his grasp to kiss her once more. This time it is a fiery kiss, one to match the feeling and heat radiating off of Rory’s nearly nude body. His lips press firmly to hers, and his tongue seeks hers out, almost wrestling with it in the heat of the kiss.
His hands come away as he continues to kiss her, first sliding down the length of her body, feeling the warmth, and ghosting across spots he knows from experience, is usually sensitive, the bone of her hips, the end of her ribs, the flesh just beneath her breasts all get touched and caressed before he turns his hands on his own body and slides the shirt off of himself. That done away with over the side of the couch, he unbuckles his pants, but cannot push them away with her ontop of him.
He breaks the kiss now, sucking in a deep breath as his head almost swims with her taste and heat. Before he sighs and speaks at last. “I think…I have you at a disadvantage my dear…perhaps you could help me with my pants hmm?” He asks as he leans forward, whispering into her ear as he does so.
[Rory] He smiles at her, and then kisses her again – and his kiss, this kiss, this is filled with a passion she’s never known, never felt before. At first she is surprised, and then with a soft moan, instincts take over and she presses closer to him and falls into the intensity of that kiss, her parted lips a promise of what’s to come – even if she’s still unsure of what that is… all she knows that he makes her feel good, and she wants, more than anything in this moment, to feel more…
His fingers play over her skin again, and each brush against sensitive skin is met with a softly gasped moan, as he teases her and leaves her panting for more. His shirt is gone, and his belt buckle undone, and slender fingers slide over his belly, his sides, chest, and lean belly again…
He breaks the kiss and she chases his lips with a soft whimper, until he speaks, and she blushes – and he can see the color now, sliding along under her skin as she does, indeed, blush clear to her toes.. Her voice is shaky, and clearly filled with unvoiced want as she nods, and manages a soft “Ok…”
She slips from his lap to the side, settling on the couch – but not far enough so that she has to take her hands from him – as green eyes sweep over him, filled with a hunger she only understands as instinctual, slipping over his lean swimmers form until her fingers slide along his sides, and hook into the waistband of his pants, to help even the undressed playing field..
[Ray Ostermann] Ray’s lean form lays before her now, the only skin not exposed to her eyes is his groin and part of his thighs, hidden from view by a set of black boxers. However not ALL of him is hidden by this paltry piece of fabric, Rory may have never seen a man’s penis in the flesh, but with his pants gone she can certainly see the outline of Ray’s hard erect, held in check by his boxers.
Now that she is slightly away, Ray enjoys the view, taking her in completely, where before he could only glimpse small portions of her long form. He sighs as his lips pull into a smile and he leans over. “Not that I think you want to…but this might be your last chance to enjoy some wine and company…and not my bed.” His voice is soft as he says so, but at the distance between them it is easily heard, almost loud.
He does not touch her yet….he waits for her final response. From the looks on both of them, and the reaction of their bodies, there is already no turning back. But he asks one way or another.
[Rory] He asks, and offers her a way out- and that is what seals it for her. He cares enough that it be her choice, and so precious little of her life is her choice that it feels like something monumental to her, something rare and precious that even now, even now he would stop and ask..
He can almost see this thought wash across her face, through her eyes as she looks up a him, before she drops her gaze – this time, not in shy timidity, but to better see him, to explore with vibrant green the differences between them – including the line of his erection through his boxers. There’s not a single thought of wine in her mind now, though his company is certainly there. He offers his bed, and curiosity wins out over timidity as she reaches to touch him…
Her touch is light as it falls on his belly, before sliding town to trace his erection with her fingertip, curiosity and desire mingled in her eyes as she looks up at him, and bites her lower lip, briefly. There is no turning back. She doesn’t want to turn back. She wants him…
Single words are easier – an not so mixed up, or misunderstood, so when she lets her lower lip side free from the gentle grip of her teeth, her fingertips still tracing along most sensitive skin, she simply says…
“…bed.”
[Ray Ostermann] She makes her choice, and confirms it as her fingers find the line of his erection, and even teases at it gently, playing along the length of it. He shudders lightly as she does so and he takes her word as the final ascent. He moves now, and while she may be considerably stronger then he, he picks her up from her spot on the couch and carries her towards the bedroom.
When they arrive he lays her down on the silken sheets spread out ontop of the bed and rests himself on top of her. His weight pressing down on her warmth. She can feel the press of him through his boxers against her thigh so close to her own panties. His hands caress her body as he lays atop her. His lips once more finding her throat, kissing and biting freely now, as she wants him, and has given herself freely.
After minutes of petting his hands slide down her body with definite purpose, as they hook into her panties, and begin to press them down around her legs.
[Rory] She blushes as he swings her into his arms, her arms sliding around his neck as he carries her toward the bedroom and she tucks her head against his shoulder, her breath soft, warm across his skin before she presses a kiss along his neck, shy and soft, but with a blossoming confidence as she teases her teeth lightly across his skin, much as he had done to her…
He lays her down, and then is on top of her, and she trails her hands along his sides, adjusting to the press of his weight, the feel of him against her, the hardness laying in wait along her thigh. Her eyes close as she bares her throat for him again, her eyes closing as she thrills in each little nip and kiss, each touch warming through her, dancing under her skin in reactions she’s never felt before.
He finds the edge of her panties, and goes about sliding them down, and she helps with a little squirm against him, suddenly sure, so sure, that if she isn’t all bare against him soon, able to feel every inch of his skin against hers, she might implode with the want of it all…
[Ray Ostermann] Hes not willing to leave her waiting either it would seem, he removes her panties with a final tug, and she is left bare against the sheets beneath, and his body above. But he does not stop there, as he sits up straddling her legs he slowly pulls down his own boxers, slowly revealing the skin…and the erection beneath that rises up to greet her.
He ensures she is watching as he does this, he wants her to see everything, there will be no sudden flash and its over, he’s burning it into her mind, allowing her to see and touch and feel everything that will happen to her.
He does not lower himself back down atop her yet, he sits there, almost daring her with his smile to reach up and touch..to caress, to take hold.
[Rory] Bare against him, vulnerable in her inexperience, yet so eager too, she watches him as he discards the last of his clothing, her teeth worrying over her lower lip gently as he watches her, watching him. She lifts her eyes to his, briefly, her own burning with the intensity of desire he’s taken the time to build within her. She sees that almost dare, that little smile, and her lips curve into a shy answer, even as her hands fall from her belly to rest across his thighs.
She slides her hands in a slow caress, part of her wondering if he’ll stop her, all of her knowing he won’t that he wants her touch as much as she wants his. Shyly, so shlyly, her hand moves closer, until she’s tracing his length with a fingertip, curiosity winning out over shyness as she explores him this time without the barrier of fabric..
Her eyes slide from exploring fingers to peek up at his face, so see his reaction as she caresses his length, exploring it thoroughly, even siding underneath to explore wrinkled skin, before back up to wrap around, to take hold…
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[Ray Ostermann] As she touches him, his eyes roll back as his eyelids flutter shut, where she radiates heat all over, his cock irradiates heat just as much as her body and as she comes at last to grasp him his body shudders, his erection hardening just a little more beneath her touch.
At last he opens his eyes and looks at her her hand firmly wrapped around his cock and he sigh’s giving her one last lustful smile before he goes to lower himself down upon her. He waits until her hand releases his member before he completes his journey, but instead of lowering himself back down to where he was before, he insteads falls lower, his face falling to her stomach, before he begins to kiss and lick his way lower. He knows that the first time is painful, and he intends to loosen her up as much as possible before he spears into her.
His tongue finds the softness of her bush and continues to slide further, further, until she can feel his breath just over her pussy, his lips achingly close.
[Rory] She smiles softly, shyly as she watches him, and the reaction born of her touch along his length, the way he throbs, hardening further against her palm. Then he’s lowering to her again, and she lets go, only to find his lips pressed against her belly, and working lower with lips and tongue… she parts her thighs, giving him room to slide between them, even as she watches him, curiously. Her fingers brush through his hair, her breath shaky, trembling from her lips as he gets closer, and hesitates, teasingly, as his breath warms where fingers briefly touched so recently…
she licks her lips, slowly, remembering his taste, gathering it from her skin as she watches him, her eyes shining in the dimness of the room, eager, so eager to please him, even as she is unsure what he wishes, what comes next…
She trusts him in this – and it’s writ in every little quiver of her belly under his touch, in the moist heat of her eagerly waiting his next breath…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray watches her body react and briefly looks up from between her legs to smile up at her. It is no longer the warm smile, but a lustful smile, one that is as eager to please her as she is to please him.
After meeting her eyes for a moment, he looks to her body. She can feel fingers touch upon her lower lips and spread them apart, from her view she can suddenly see his head lower slightly, the next sensation that comes to her is the feeling of his warm, wet tongue pressing in against her pussy, beginning to lap and lick at the softest flesh of her body.
Her lips spread already his hands are free to roam as he presses his lips into her, tasting her juices.
[Rory] Her breath is stolen away in a gasp at the first touch, the first slide of his tongue across sensitive folds, her eyes widening as she lifts her head to look at him, to see what he’s doing, before just falling back to the bed, her curls spread across the soft silk under her, and she lets a shaky moan fall free…
“oh….oh my…”
one hand falls to the silk by her hip, curling, grasping tightly and twisting the sheets in her grip as the sensations suddenly assault her system, burning along in little misfiring quicksteps through her system. Her breath is a gasping moan, especially as his hands roam across her skin again, carefully building the reactions within her, tending the fire that burns deep in her belly…
[Ray Ostermann] He hears her moans and feels her movements and that causes him to bury his face into her further. His tongue lapping and circling, teasing and most certainly pleasing. He sighs as he tastes her, a slight thrill in knowing that no other man has ever tasted her, that no other man had beheld her, or done the things he had…and would do this night.
As her clit begins to peek from beneath protective folds, his tongue begins to lap and worry at it, he wants her as wet and relaxed as humanly possible before he takes her any further, both for her pleasure and possibly for his safety.
His hands are busy as well, both of them mirroring the other as they trail up along her hips and sides and gently over her ribs, their goal obviously the soft mounds of her breasts.
[Rory] He thrills in the fact that he’s where no man has been before, he gets the first rights of exploration, of taste, of teasing virgin skin, and she is lost to the sensations he builds so carefully, so cautiously, so intensely within her. Her thighs tense briefly against him, before relaxing to fall apart farther, opening herself completely to his whim, to the dance of his tongue at her most sensitive skin…
His hands slide up across her belly, seeking the swell of her breasts and she moans again, her hands falling to find his, sliding over his fingers in an effort to just… touch him, to have him touch her… her back arches, lifting into his seeking hands, even as her hips curl into his eager mouth, evidence of her delight in the slick heat under his tongue…
As shy as she is, she has no experience in hiding what she feels, not here, not like this, and ever trembling moan falls freely, easily from her lips. Someday she might learn to control her reactions, but being her first, he gets every uncensored, delighted cry…
[Ray Ostermann] He continues to delight in her pleasure his body relaxes in against her, his movements already melding in with hers as he continues to service her. When her body rises into his hands he eagerly squeezes the mounds of soft flesh, and then tweak and gently squeeze her sensitive nipples. He almost seems like he could just relax into this pattern and eat her out all the way to the end. But he looks back up at her now, his mouth full of her juices and he knows exactly what he is going to do to her.
He returns his attention to her slick pussy, lapping faster and more eagerly, seeking to bring her even closer to her own desire, listening to her cries, and almost using them as a road map to determine just where and how to lick at her.
He continues this way for several minutes more, stoking her fire and giving her all the pleasure he dares to muster for her at this moment, before at last he gives her lips one last, soft kiss before rising from between her thighs and licking his lips, his eyes finding hers as he crawls up her body, another type of pleasure his intent.
[Rory] She is in a curious state of relaxation and tension, of melting into his touch, submitting to the sensations ad reactions of her body that he plays so easily, and the steady rise of desires tension, drawn by the pinch of sensitive nipples and the play of his tongue across moist folds, a tremor now constant through her muscles, pulling her breath from her in ragged cries. He looks up at her, and she is panting with need when he crawls his way up along her body, a needs she cant define in any other term than want….
She wants more.
She wants him.
She wants…
She untangles her hands from the sheet as he crawl over her, her thighs open, soft skin of her inner sliding along his hip as she slides her leg against his, searching his eyes eagerly, forgetting to duck away, forgetting to hide as she trembles beneath him… her curiosity having dashed timidity to the background as lips curl in a little breathless smile…
[Ray Ostermann] And Ray is willing and eager to give her him, all of him, more of him then maybe she realized, but then even one as innocent as Rory must know what comes next. He drags his lips along her breasts as he almost reaches position, slowing to taste her, to savor this moment, he hopes she is doing the same, because what comes next is something she will never forget, never be able to forget, even if she wanted to.
One hand reaches down and grasps the length of his shaft and begins to guide himself towards the apex of her thighs, as he rises his eyes from her flesh to her face he whispers. “Relax….this may hurt, but only at first.” He coo’s as he runs his other hand through her hair.
He slowly leans in to kiss her, and as his lips meet hers, his member hot and hard presses against the outer lips of her pussy, and then begins to push in slowly.
[Rory] She will never forget – she doesn’t want to forget… she relishes every second, every moment he is with her, touching her, pulling cries from her lips, the breath from her lungs, leaving her a quivering mass of nerves, panting for the next moment, the next touch…
Her back arches into the slide of his lips across sensitive nipples, her skin flushed in a constant burn now, brought on but every moment of delight he builds within her…
Even one such as she knows what is about to happen, though her frame of reference is only stories that she’s heard, tales that those have told her… it’s once thing to know, and another all together to feel him between her thighs, to know he’s about to enter her in a way no other has ever dared – a different sort of claiming, and a measure trust that she allows him to do so…
At last, he is kissing her again, his fingers in her hair, and pressing, stretching, sliding into her so very slowly.. her eyes fly open as he stretches her, and her hand grasps his shoulder tightly, fingers digging in as she quakes under him… her kiss is desperate, wanting him within her in a way she’s never fully understood before, even as she knows he’s right to take his time…
He meets resistance, and she trembles as she tries to remain relaxed, as he pushes through in a whitehot flare of pain that has her crying out across his lips, fading into the softest of whimpers as he slides deeper still, slick muscles so very tight around him – and as the brief pain disappears into something more, something new, her hips curl to meet him, even as she trembles in his arms..
[Ray Ostermann] He tried to keep it from hurting, every man always did, but in the end there was no way about it. As he pushed in her body had to give up, and pain followed as it did. A few moments later, and Ray is buried in the depths of Rory, a shudder and a sigh passing between his own lips as he feels her body almost fight against his intrusion, and the heat….the incredible heat, more then he has ever known in a single woman pulsing back against him.
“My…god.”
Is all he says before he reaches down and brings Rory’s legs up around him before beginning to thrust, very very slowly. He had broken the kiss when they had joined, and now he leans back in, kissing her gently as she trembles at the sensation.
[Rory] The pain fades quickly, which is no surprise given what she is, what she has endured before – it’s a brief flash, then faded and forgotten as she adjusts to the feeling of him so deeply inside her… his voice is a soothing balm along any ache, his prayerful moan tugging a soft smile from her lips, even as she moves as he urges her too, long legs wrapping around him…
When he pulls back, muscles tighten, as if afraid he’s going to go, that this is it, until he is slowly moving into her again, and her gasp is one of surprised delight, her body taking over where mind is unsure and timid, hips curling to meet him…
his kiss is gentle, and she doesn’t hesitate, not anymore, as she kisses him back, her trembling fading into something new, into the purity of desire and need, an unnamed passion as she kisses him back, her fingers sliding into his hair, the other sliding along his spine, exploring his back as he moves within her…
[Ray Ostermann] He sighs into her lips as he feels her hands run down his back and as he feels the pleasure just as much as her he pushes the kip deeper, forcing it to become more fiery, more passionate, and almost dangerously wild.
Now that her virginity had passed Ray begins to roll his hips a little faster, giving her more and more to feel. More and more to experience. It is obviouse the man is not going anywhere for a while, not until they have both had their fill of each other, till they are both exhausted and sweaty.
[Rory] Encouraged by his heartfelt sigh, she continues to trace her fingers over his back, along his spine, teasing and occasionally grasping to pull him closer as she soon finds that she can match his rhythm, meeting each thrust with a welcoming curl of hips, her body taking over where mind leaves off, finding ways to encourage him without thinking, only needing, only wanting, only desperate for it to continue… for these moments never to end…
She loses herself in his kiss, trembling under him, sensations dancing uder her skin, boiling along her natural heat, burning higher as her cries are renewed, caught against his kiss, moaned across his lips as she kisses him with wild abandon… all timidity lost in the sea of sensation she now willingly drowns in..
[Ray Ostermann] He feels her start to move naturally against him, like many other women he had felt, but her movements are still her own, each movement and each moan her own signature move.
He slowly, slowly pulls himself from the embrace of her lips and pulls back slightly raising himself up as he begins to thrust more specifically the leverage gathered as he works himself in and out of her body, the pleasure beginning to build in him as well. Her body practically demanding that it give her what it wants, what it has wanted for so long but was denied.
“Rory…” Is all that slips from his lips as he looks down at her briefly, lust and pleasure in his eyes before he looks up and away, his eyes closing as he shudders yet again.
[Rory] He slowly pulls from her kiss, and a flex of her belly muscles as her lifting to chase for a moment, and then she falls back to the bed, so that her hips can continue the dance of catch and release with his own… her skin is flushed, an all over blush she’s no going to be rid of anytime soon, the light sheen of sweat visible, mingling with is own where they touch… she lifts her hands to slide over his chest, memorizing every inch of his torso, so that she can remember later…
He’s pounding deeper within her now, and it sets off little shocks of desirous delight deep in her belly, burning bright as it tripwires under her skin…
He murmurs her name, and she looks up at him, seeing the lust, the delight in his eyes, feelng his shudder as he slides into her again and again…. the sensations coil into an ever tighter spring at the pit of her belly, her body tightening around his, seeking still more, searching for something she has never experienced before, and wouldn’t know how to name…
and it comes over her in a flood, before she can stop to think, before she can shy away, before she can hide any reaction – it cascades through her in an heated avalanch of pure passion, desire…. toppling her into a world were only he exists, his touch and his thrust all she knows as she quakes against him, crying out wordlessly, breathlessly, as inner muscles tighten, rippling along him as she succumbs to the depths of desire he has written across her skin…
Clinging to him, her one space of safety in the sudden whirlwind of passion…
[Ray Ostermann] He is not ready yet, he was close…but he was not ready to cum quite yet. He felt her tighten, and heard her wordless scream, the look on her face obvious as to what she was experiencing and his face of pure ecstacy briefly is taken over by a smile. But it fades as he shudders again, his control barely maintained in the tight depths of Rory’s body.
Even as she cums he thrusts, in fact it causes him to thrust faster and harder even as she grips his body he leans down and kisses her on the forehead before he lays himself down upon her and starts to ride the beginnings of his own orgasm.
He doesn’t let her go through it all, his arms having come around her again, one curling into her hair to hold firmly as he rides higher and higher, and then at last cums in a frenzy of thrusting a heavy groan escaping his lips.
[Rory] She had never known it could be like this… that it would feel like this… nothing hs ever felt so good, so real, so right as she clings to him, her body awash in the burning fire of desperate delight… and he doesn’t stop, he thrusts harder, deeper, even through the crashing waves of her very first orgasm, a sensation so all encompassing that she can’thardly breathe, and can’t think of a single better way to drown…
his lips press against her forehead, and then he’s laying against her again, and she wraps her legs tighter around him, holding him tight with arms and legs as he rides to his own release, until he jerks deep within, spilling hot warmth over stretched and quivering muscles, the sensation setting her off again, as she buries her face in his neck and cries out against his throat, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, hard – sharp – but not breaking the skin, careful even now when all else is a complete bundle of quaking sensation…
[Ray Ostermann] His hips jerk and thrust as his mind starts to send conflicting signals, at one moment telling him to stop and enjoy, at the other telling him to keep thrusting give her all that he can. He gasps and cringes slightly as she bites into his shoulder, but it only sends another shiver down his spine as he rides with her, both of them slowly becoming a single quivering, gasping mass of ecstasy.
Even now he continues to empty into Rory’s tight depths, his body seeming to have an almost unending supply of cum. But in the end he simply settles down ontop of her, his body unwilling to thrust anymore as finally they come to a rest, their fluids mingling and mixing just as their bodies and their breaths had already done.
[Rory] It seems forever, yet all too soon, when he comes to a rest against her, her muscles quivering, inside and out, jumping in little uncoordinated flickers under her skin, as she soothes his shoulder with lips, sliding her tongue lightly across the marks left, before she lets her head fall back to the bed, quaking as she clings to him…
Her mind is a jumble of thoughts, all of which sort of boil down to the single word she can voice breathlessly…
“….ohwow…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray sighs as he rests against her now his heart still pounding in his chest as he lays with her. Their bodies are sweat and hot, like the pair of them had been in a sauna for sometime, and against the cool feeling of the silken bed sheets the heat of their shared sex is only that much more pronounced.
When she speaks at last, he sighs happily and chuckles. His cheek sliding against hers. “You see…what you deserve…what is your right as a person..” He says in between deep breaths as he tries to calm himself.
[Rory] She blushes, though he can’t tell she’s so warm, so flushed anyway, as she holds him, her fingers sliding along his back, tracing his spine, sealing this moment and the way she feels, the way he’s made her feel, into her memory so that she can relive it again and again…
She presses against him as he nuzzles, and she lets her leg fall along his hip, gasping as the movement sets off another rapidfire sensation through her… her heart pounding to match his own’s beat aganst her chest.
“I… never knew… it could be thike liss..”
[Ray Ostermann] “Maybe…not every time with every person he says softly. But something very…very similar. Some will be better with you, some will be worse..” He says as he runs a hand down the side of her cheek his own hazy gaze turning to regard her.
“It is yours to experience…” He says before at last planting a slow, sensual kiss on her lips, breathing in the smell of her sweat as he rests ontop of and within her…not wanting to pull himself from her welcoming depths.
[Rory] This kiss, this kiss is slower, sensual, and she doesn’t hesitate, not like she had earlier this evening, with their first. He’s built that much confidence within her, that she knows he enjoys kissing her, and she, without a doubt, is thrilled to be kissed. He breathes deeply, the scent of sex, his sex, heavy in the air, as she is still deceptively without such… but her taste, that exists, and her touch as she caresses him in wordless thanks and delight for his deigning to teach her this… to teach her how it could be…
A girl never forgets her first. All others will be compared to him, wither she intends to or not. And Ray has set the bar high…
He rests against her, inside her, not wanting to pull away, and she is quite content to keep him right where he is… she breaks from the kiss only long enough for a timid, shy question… “And if I tant wo experience it again yith wou?”
Hopeful that he wouldn’t turn her down should she ask for more another time…
[Ray Ostermann] “Then all you have to do is ask Rory, ask and i promise you…you will feel me deep within your body again.” He says as he runs a hand down the side of her stomach, feeling her skin, and savoring that feeling. He can’t smell a thing on her, which might have pleased some, but he seeks sensation, and he runs his tongue over her skin, lapping up her flavor, her taste.
He shifts slightly as he does so, his cock jerking slightly within her, but not coming out. He quickly pushes himself back inside of her, resting where he wants to rest.
[Rory] “Good. I yike lou inside me…” barely murmured this admission, as she smiles, a shy yet delighted thing, and she tightens her arms and legs around him briefly in a hug that sets her muscles quivering again. He runs his fingers along her skin, and tastes of her… when he jerks inside her she moans softly, then again when he pushes back inside her…
“ooooooooh…” He rests there, still inside her, and she sighs, contentedly, happy to keep him there as long as he wishes to remain.
[Ray Ostermann] He seems interested in savoring this evening, in particular this moment as most men would have pulled out and rolled away from Rory at this point, their pleasure obtained, their orgasm had. But Ray…he lingers, he refuses to pull out, he lays there within and on, and smiles.
“And I like being deep deep inside you..” He says before leaning in to kiss her yet again seeking more and more of her taste, if he could not have any other memories of her, it would certainly be that.
[Rory] She could kiss him for hours, she’s decided, and when he moves to her lips again she is a willing participant, sharing her taste, her touch, everything she has without hesitation… she trembles under him, a delighted sound rumbling through her kiss…
…she runs her fingers through his hair, blunt nails so light they are barely there, hardly felt, scraping lightly at the base of his neck, her freehand sneaking along his back, and then shyly over his ass, squeezing lightly – much as he had done to her hours ago..
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t resist her urge to explore, his body movements encouraging her to do so, his back curving into her nails, and his butt rising slightly to meet her almost insubstantial nails. His eyes flicker open, and the look welcomes her to do what she wishes, to explore his body, and to not need to be timid about it.
He then closes his eyes again and resumes the kiss, intent on laying with her till their fatigue claimed them and brought them to their eventual need for rest.
[Rory] He encourages her to explore, her meeting her gaze even as she blushes and closes her own, briefly, before peeking up at him again with a little smile. He kisses her again, and she sighs happily, a sound so rare for her, as she does just that – explores and memorizes the way he feels against her, in her, every little detail burned into her mind, imprinted into her soul…
He’s given her so much more than a simple roll in he hay, tonight.
He is content to lay with her, as exhaustion starts to set in, as she relaxes under him, her body a mass of tired muscles and thrilled aches that will be gone within he hour. Eventually, the chill of the air will get to him – despite the burn of her body against him – enough that they rearrange in order to pull the sheets over them, and settle into the plush softness of his bed.
He falls asleep first, holding her close, and she takes the time to study him without the shyness that his watching her would involve. Finally, she leans in and kisses sleeping lips tenderly, before laying her head on his shoulder, those curls spilling over his chest, and she too succumbs to sleeps embrace….
…that little shy smile still in place, even then.
[FINIS!]