Grant City: The Blue Rose Cafe

[Annari]

Grant City: The Blue Rose Cafe (Closed)

Deidra shuffled slowly from one table and booth to the next, swiping her cloth across them, picking up stray dishes and ashtrays missed by the busboys, her mind miles away. She has just toiled in the Blue Rose for twelve straight hours, and due to a brisk clientele, had little more than sit-down, spring-right-back-up breaks. Her feet ache, her back aches, and to make matters worse; the last couple in the place was lingering, sending adoring looks into one another's eyes as their hands slide up each others's legs, thinking she doesn't see. Deidre sighs and looks out of the big plate glass window behind the booth she is cleaning, thinking "Great! Now it's raining, and I have that walk to my apartment." She shakes her head and takes the collected items back to the kitshen, her crepe-soled heels barely making a sound on the gleaming tiled floor. She has fifteen minutes of this long day to endure before she can leave, and she watches the clock, willing it to move faster. As she is returning to the customer area, Deidre hears the tinny bells over the doors tinkle, signalling the entrace or exit of customers. She speeds her pace up, hoping to find the loving couple gone, her face falling as she spies a newcomer instead. A man is standing just inside the door, rainwater dripping from his coat, and Deidra puts on a smile, never rude to those who seek food or shelter or even just company inside the Blue Rose...

 

[Light Ice]

Introductions

When it rained in Grant City, it really rained. Angry, black clouds twisted up as the Gods drained them of their pestilence, water cascading towards the cold, concrete and steel below in heavy sheets. In the distance, Scott could hear the aggravated whine of police sirens… On instinct his frame shuddered silently, the pistol a frozen lump pressed to his kidney. His mind was beset by angst, and angry thoughts stampeded through his head in a gnarled mass of curse words and soured memories. How long had it been since she had left him? Cold fingers reached across the broad expanse of his chest, brushing over the small silver case holding a dozen cigarettes and removing the small cellular phone.

She's dead.

His cobalt hues widened at the phone’s display, fingers dropping its tiny frame to the gutter where it let out a crack upon contact with the soaked concrete. The cop shook his head, bending down to pick up the phone and turn it over in his pruned palms; the display held an ugly crack down the center…but the words that blinked on the LCD in digital text confirmed his suspicions.

No Signal.

Detective Scott Rylan was losing his mind. He tucked the phone away, cursing himself. He had gone undercover when she died, working overtime to break into the drug smuggling organization that crippled Grant City from the inside out. He hadn’t made much progress, and the long, strenuous weeks had taken their toll. With a sigh, he briefly entertained the pleasant memories…a house in suburbia, a loving wife with a kid on the way. Two car garage, food on the table, satellite TV, and an office with a window and his name in big bold letters on the door; he had once thought he was living the good life.

That was all gone now, and the thoughts were shaken away as he stepped beneath the large cloth overhang of a nearby café, its neon light blinking in big blue italics.

Blue Rose Café: Open.

He slipped inside; mind wrestling to cut the trail of thoughts that he had begun to tumble down, stopping him from remembering how it all went sour. He was soaked to the core, blond hair matted to his forehead and droplets of water running down his strong features before leaping off the cleft in the square chin towards the floor. The large palms of his strong hands swiped down the sides of his leather jacket, sending a fine mist of moisture streaking outwards before rolling his shoulders.

Rylan paused, just inches from roughly slamming into the hurried waitress; one look could tell him that her smile was as fake as his “Italian” coat. Warn out, and desperately needing a cup of coffee, he slid into a bar stool nearby. His voice, a booming baritone, rung out from the depths of his throat as he studied the slender, over worked waitress with a metallic stare. “Hey, I know it’s late…but I could kill for a cup of joe.” he said as his hands rose to lay on the vinyl countertop. “Would you mind?”

 

[Annari]

"Not at all, Sir. Just a moment, please." Deidra turns away from the man to stride around the counter to the coffee machine sitting on a rear counter. Hefting it in one small careworn hand and walking to where the stranger seated himself, Deidre slides a clean cup and saucer across to him, with her free hand pushing her auburn hair away from her face; unknowing of the way the wispy tendrils frame her delicate features to perfection. Her strange amber eyes slip from the coffee to his cobalt blues with an arched brow. "Cream? Sugar?" She awaits a response from the blonde man, sizing him up in a matter of seconds as her gaze delves into him. Tired...bone tired. He looks like she feels. She senses a barely leashed anger in him, and enough sadness to close her throat up. She stand before him, the counter separating them, as she wonders if he will answer her query.

 

[Light Ice]

Introductions

“Two sugars as always, Scotty? I swear you are the blandest man I’ve ever met.”


His eyes softened under the onslaught of exhaustion, she looked nothing like Grace. He squirmed under the torment of memories, long ago having become accustomed to missing the “little” things. Thin lips remained dumbly immobile for a bit, as he continued to run his gaze over her…too tired to notice how they smoothed over her darling features to admire the curves hidden beneath her uniform. He stammered as a crimson blush hit his cheeks, eyes dropping to the linoleum counter that held a blotched, marble pattern. “I wouldn’t mind two sugars, thanks. I’m sorry to keep you.” Scott heard someone say, lost in his shame an unable to understand how he himself had spoken the words.

He watched as his mind flashed his mental photograph of her torso past, and began to study the Café in response. Years undercover had allowed him to develop this ability to make mental pictures of certain things that caught his interest. “Flash Bulb” memory the doctor had called it, which always made Scott feel like nothing more than a fleshy camera. He preferred what his priest called it…”lucky”.

The café was dimly lit at night, its vinyl booths a dark olive color that were obviously cleaned to a shine regularly. The floor was an offset pattern of tiles, arranged in vertical columns that went two white tiles for one olive colored one. The result was a series of diagonal lines that sloped downwards from the bar towards the booths. Silver colored tin napkin holders, along with a small tin wire basket of condiments and desert menus adorned every table. It was quaint, soothing… the kind of place that you could feel familiar and welcomed in, even though you had never been there. His blue gaze fell back to her as she turned away from him, studying the rounded, pert curves of her rear before admiring the way she moved. Even as exhausted as she obviously was, there was a grace and natural fluidity to the way she dipped and snatched up the small sugar jar. Rylan settled far back into his stool’s back, content to let her lean deeply forwards and reveal the top of her ample cleavage to his tired eyes as she continued to serve him. “You’re the only one on?” he said with a soft sigh.

 

[Light Ice]

Out of Character

Out of Character Notice

This thread is currently closed, but after we are finished establishing our characters and the city's main theme we will be welcome to open it to all players. Please rate our play when you are done reading, it helps us understand if we are doing a good enough job...

Thank you all for reading.

-LI

 

[Annari]

Deidre smiles, a more genuine emotion this time as she watches the stranger literally pull himself from some kind of fugue. She watches, fascinated, as the emotions travel the lean planes of his face, and she wonders if he's aware of how much he shows.

“I wouldn’t mind two sugars, thanks. I’m sorry to keep you.”

Deidre startles slightly at the rough sound of his voice in the silent cafe, her no expert on the timbre of his, but feeling it's unusually strained due to his emotions. "Is there anything else I can get you, Sir? A bite to eat, perhaps a piece of pie?"

She looks up into his eyes as she asks the question, noticing he has gone off on a tangent again, this time taking in the Blue Rose with a praticed ease. She feels certain he sees every bump in the tiled floor, every hairline crack in the ceiling, every smudge on the walls. She moves out from behind the counter to cross to an adjacent booth, retrieving a sugar jar and returning to measure out two spoonsful into his coffee and giving it a brisk stir, then laying the spoon on the saucer beside his cup. When she looks up she notices his gaze is riveted on her bosom, and she watches as he straightens and heaves a soft sigh, asking if she was the only one on duty. She nods silently and gives a soft sigh herself, adding that she is looking forward to going home to relax fully.

 

[Light Ice]

Introductions

Immediately his cheeks flamed crimson as she caught his cobalt hues buried in the luscious curves that she made visible, feeling a great deal like he was losing his touch. How did you apologize to a young woman, when she caught you undressing her with your eyes? He pondered the question, brows knit in worry, before managing his best response. “I’m sorry, sorry…” very smooth…his cobalt hues darted off to the side, looking at nothing in particular as he raised the small cup to his lips and took a hearty swallow. “It’s a shame you are on by yourself, let me make that up to you…I can walk you home?”

Scott, would you walk with me?

The memory slammed into him violently, his hand shaking and sending the cup to the floor. The coffee shot out across the counter, a neighboring barstool, and spread out across the tile floor amidst the company of shattered ceramic. The loud crack startled him back to here and now, rising swiftly and clumsily reaching for the napkin tin nearby. It clattered onto it’s side, and he stammered a few words while struggling to mop up the strong smelling spill. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He needed sleep, he needed a stiff drink…he needed to make some progress. Two years had past and still he was no closer to finding the man responsible for his wife’s death. Rylan struggled as he stared at the spill, which seemed to constantly expand outwards and remain just out of his reach. The pretty waitress, the broken cup…it was the same thing over and over. How long had it been since she had gone?

 

[Annari]

Deidra's mouth turns up in a big smile, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he becomes aware she sees where his gaze is resting. Her smile becomes a grin as a dull red flush creeps up his neck, emerging from beneath his collar to stain his cheeks, making his entire face glow. Her amusement disappears as he mumbles an apology and averts his gaze, understanding being caught so blatantly staring was, for him, truly distressing. He turns back to his cup and takes a hard swallow, then suggests that he could walk her home. Then he seems to fall apart before her eyes...

He cocks his head to the side as if hearing something, then his hand begins trembling, hot coffee sloshing over the rim as it rocks to and fro in his hand before slipping out of his grasp to spray the brew around before crashing to the floor. As he tries to mop the closest mess up with paper napkins, she pulls a cloth out of her pocket and tosses it to him before slipping into the back to get a mop, broom, and dust pan for the floor.

He keeps apologising...as if he did something, or is responsible for something far worse than a spilled cup of java. She quickly sweeps the mess into the dust pan and mops the coffee up and returns the items to the kitchen's closet. Deidre's step slows as she passes the counter again, fresh cloth in hand to wipe it down, coming up next to him and seeing he is lost in his thoughts again. The previously amorous couple are preparing to leave, too much noise for them now, she supposes. The stranger seems frozen, staring at the spilled liquid, so she brushes his hands aside and leans across him to clean it up. When she pulls back, task accomplished, he is still in the same state. She snaps her fingers before his eyes, hoping to revive the clear, lucid look in his eyes she found so attractive before.

"Sir? Sir...are you ok?"

 

[Light Ice]

Introductions

The snapping of her fingers easily brought him from his stupor, and his cobalt hues swam over her features briskly. The high rise of her cheek bones, the bright, cheerful tint in her tired amber eyes…he smiled softly, unawares he was doing so and spoke softly. “Yeah, I’m alright…” he even chuckled when he realized how foolish it was to be trapped in those memories…things he couldn’t help anymore. “Well, obviously I’m finished with my cup of coffee…how about that walk?”

Truthfully, he knew the past would haunt his every step, but for the moment the girl represented a kindred spirit. They were both thoroughly exhausted, but the small little similarity put a jump in his step. He shook off his odd behavior with a simple sentence, “Sorry about all that, I just get clumsy when I’m tired…” and then extended a large hand towards her.

“Scott Rylan, it’s a pleasure.”

“Deidra Collins, nice to meet you.”

He gently squeezed her slender fingers, which returned his grip with a confidence filled shake. It was then he noticed the intensity with which her amber orbs studied his gaze, and a warmth spread through him…exciting him. He waited for her answer, his metallic stare piercing into her with blatant intrigue. When she accepted his invitation, a warm smile crept over his thin tiers. He hadn’t had a woman’s company since his wife died, since things fell apart on him, and the brief optimism of this late night rendezvous seemed to signal his mind finally taking a step to get out of it’s rut.

 

[Annari]

She watches his amazingly colored eyes lose their glazed coating and focus once more on the present, like night slipping away to reveal dawn's light. The soft smile that replaces the grimace on his lips surprises a reaction from Deidre, a small fluttering in her stomach. She places her arms just under her breasts in an attempt to calm it. She half hears his claim that he's alright. She catches the words, "...clumsy when I'm tired..." and then his big hand is extended between them, and he says, “Scott Rylan, it’s a pleasure.”

Deidre places her small hand in his, feeling a tiny frisson slink up her spine as their flesh touches. She speaks her name in a rather low voice, commenting that it's nice to meet him. Scott, she thinks, that's a nice, strong name. She feels his fingers grip hers a little, making her head come up so she looks him fully in the face. She has had a lot of practice reading people, and she senses nothing untoward about Scott Rylan. She nods her head in assent, saying she would like the company on the walk, and smiles at him. She turns away, tugging her hand gently from his, saying, "I'll gather my things. I'll just be a moment." In reality, she feels the need to escape his startingly sensual smile and the warmth of his hand enfolding hers. She feels his eyes on her back as she moves into the kitchen for her purse and jacket, returning to tell him she's ready when he is.

 

[Light Ice]

Introductions

As her slender frame paces silently to the back, he lets his eyes drop to admire the slightly bouncing halves of her pert rear, Deidra was downright darling. His powerful frame turns slowly on a booted heel, the crook of his arm offered. The feel of her slender arm hook his own, palm resting on his muscled forearm, was comforting…and drew a smile from him. He wasn’t much older than her, only 25 himself, but for some reason her presence makes him feel a bit younger. A playful smile tugs the corner of his lips upwards, and his voice dips into the realm of the classic romance movie…”So, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“I like it hear, believe it or not.” Her shy smile is enchanting, and as her amber gaze returns to him she probably picks up on his thoughts. “The people, well most of them, are really kind…and besides, it’s as good a place as any. What about you, what do you do for a living?”

“I work in construction, I’m a contractor.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, but I was hoping to maybe be a writer.”

“A writer? Like novels…or poetry?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’ll probably come up with something.” He flashes her a broad grin, before letting his arm fall across the well muscled expanse of his chest. His large palm covers her much smaller hand, and she tugs him to the right and around a corner. His frame brushes against hers as his step is disrupted, and a flash of warmth races through him. He cants his head to smile warmly to her, cobalt hues melting across her amber eyes…hand reaching up to swiftly brush a fallen auburn strand from her face before covering her own once again.

 

[Annari]

Deidre places her arm in his, liking the way he looks at her; like she's a woman instead of just a drudge that supplies food and drink. The bracing air splashes her neck and face, cooling the warmth there and making her catch her breath slightly. She keeps getting these flashes in her mind's eye...the feel of his muscled forearm under her hand the fuel that feeds the imaginings. The two of them, naked and rubbing scented oil all over each other, soothing tenseness, loneliness, long-dormant desires.

She carries on a conversation with him as they walk to her apartment, nudging him here and there to get him to go the right way. Her mind isn't on the conversation, and she hopes he doesn't notice. She inserts yes, no, nods, and answers all of his questions on some superficial level, all the while imagining his hard body naked and slicked with oil, her hands free to roam all the planes of him...

“Yeah, but I was hoping to maybe be a writer.” Scott's voice snaps her out of her reverie, and she flushes and looks away, grateful for the cover of darkness. She asks him what he wants to write... novels or poetry? She loses his answer in the warmth of the smile he flashes her way, her senses scattering so that she passes a turnoff and grabs his hand, pulling him around the corner. She nearly collides with the broad end of an illegally parked truck, and turns just in time to avoid it, finding herself pressed close to Scott's wide chest. She swallows a lump in her throat as he tilts his head to the side to study her face, feeling suddenly naked and vulnerable under his perusal. His hand comes up and brushes away a strand of hair that continually falls to brushe her cheek. Her stomach again riots with those flutters and she bites the inside of her lower lip, but he takes her hand in his once again before she can react further.

Deidre pulls up a few seconds later, shoving open the heavy outer door to her building. She turns to look at Scott, smiling softly and thinking how handsome he really is. She swings her hand in his and looks up at him coyly. "Would you like to come up for a drink?" She blushes profusely as she realises how forward that sounds, then raises her chin, uncaring. She is an adult, with needs. Why should she deny herself? She awaits his answer, looking boldly into his intense blue eyes.

 

[Light Ice]

A Midnight Romp

He allows his head to dip in an affirmative nod, cobalt hues running up her frame to admire her sudden prowess. Diedra slips forward, her gait turning into a rather seductive, hip swaying stride that takes her up the first few steps leading to the second floor. The man swiftly follows, his boots thudding softly on the dark stained, wooden floor. The establishment was rather classy, holding old, brown painted walls with dark stained wood stairs and gold trim. He can’t help but notice, swiftly burning the image into his mind forever…only to avert his attention swiftly to the catlike waitress slowly making her way up the stairs.

Come and get me, Scotty!

The memory was swiftly shattered, and he remains focused on Diedra. He watches as she turns over her shoulder, a sultry smile on her lips as she beckons him onwards. What was making her so bold? The effects of her confidence spread through him, waking up the charm that had lain dormant for so long. His cobalt hues catch that amber gaze, before returning to the rhythmic bounce of her pert, supple rear. If it wasn’t for the step separating them, he would have lifted his hand and offered one of those fine, round treasures a strong squeeze.

He could tell by the way she was moving that she had plans, and the thought was sending his body into frenzy. Already his boxers were straining with semi-hard flesh, and his brows knit under the sensations of discomfort. Suddenly, a thought streaks through his mind…the gun! As he ponders how to handle the dilemma, she reaches her door.

 

[Annari]

Scott dips his head in an affirmative movement and darts of pleasure immdiately streak through Deidre's veins, making her skin rosy and her eyes glow with an inner light. She revels in this sensation, missing from her life for five long years. Turning to the stairs, she barely notices her surroundings, so intent is she on her plans. The oil! Massaging his firm, muscular body. Oooh, she was growing warm and wet just thinking of it. She stops at the landing that turns the stair's direction and gazes down upon him, unable to miss the distinct bulge in his jeans. So...she thinks, he is just as hot as I am...good! Deidre was more than tired of only her vibrator for pleasure.

She turns once more to smile at him as they move down the hall, and she sees his eyes visibly spark with desire, then watches as his gaze drops down to her ass. She wonders if he knows she's not wearing panties, then decides that's probably not a thing he could know without finding it out firsthand. She turns back, lips curved into a secret smile.

Deidre stops before number 17, her door, and fishes blindly around in her purse for her always-elusive keys. She curses lightly under her breath, then pauses, her hand stilling. "What do I say about my guns?" she thinks to herself. She shoots a glance at Scott, wondering what he would think about her mini-obsession with firearms. She shrugs to herself and continues to search for her keys, finding them and sliding the proper key into the lock and turning it, pushing the door open and pulling the key out to walk inside. She motions for him to push the door closed.

Flipping on the light and dropping her purse on the entry table, she shrugs out of her coat and hangs it on an ornately scrolled metal coatrack. Deidre then turns to Scott, her hands held out before her. "May I take your coat?"

 

[Light Ice]

A Late Night Romp

Can I take your coat?” She asked sweetly, her face canting upwards towards his own.

Rylan panicked, knowing there was no possible way to conceal his .357 caliber pistol without her noticing. In desperation, his powerful arm extended and swept her slender frame tight against his own, fingers splaying over the small of her back as he kissed her with fervor. He rosy pouts crush against his own, hot sensations racing through his powerful build and swelling the impressive bulge in his jeans. The cop could only hope when it came to her reaction.

Diedra remained frozen, her arms awkwardly wrapping around his broad torso, for a moment unsure of what to do. But one thing was sure, her fingers felt the mass of steel over his kidney, and dug into the jacket to remove it…breaking their kiss and letting out a heated breath, holding in her hands the large frame of a SIG Sauer P226 .357 SIG semi-automatic. Scott’s cobalt hues widened, and he stammered.

 

[Annari]

Deidre was taken aback by the force of Scotts attack on her mouth. There was no other way to put it - the man leaped on her as if starving.

She put her hands up first to ward him off, then as his incredibly soft lips danced over hers, his smooth tongue parting her lips to slide into her mouth, she forgot all about pushing him away. She was hungry. Her arms moved to encircle his waist, her fingers bumping into something cold and hard. Her eyes widened as she felt the familiar shape of a firearm. She roughly pulled her lips from his and dug around at his back, unsnapping the restraining strap expertly and sliding the gun out of it's snug holster so she could get a good look at it.


Deidre's eyes lit up even more as she took in the heft and gleaming beauty of the piece in her hands. A 357 SIG semi-automatic! She stares at it for a moment before looking into Scott's cobalt blues. "Wow...where...and...why? This is amazing..." Deidre's hands roam over the piece almsot lovingly, wondering what kind of man Sott really was. A construction worker??

 

[Light Ice]

A Late Night Romp

He was caught off guard by her casual handling of the weapon, never having imagined her to know the least bit about firearms. It was indeed an extremely difficult handgun to get a hold of, but he managed to stammer out a reply. “It’s a rough city.” Oh, it sounded lame…but with the edge he forced into his tone, he hoped she would leave it well enough alone. His left hand extended to take a hanger from her closet, getting rid of his jacket himself before working off the kidney holster. He folded it up carefully, cradling it in his hands as he watched her. The sweet taste of her lingered on his lips, and his velvet muscle darted out to sweep across his lower lip and collect what bit of her remained.

He heard the telltale sound of the first 150 grain ballistic tipped round being chambered, and his hands extended swiftly to take control of the weapon. Yet, for some reason he couldn’t understand, his arms caught her waist instead… His better judgment was aching to disarm her, to take back the weapon he often depended on. Instead he pulled her tightly against him, his cobalt hues winking shut as he embraced her lips again… He wouldn’t miss out on this on the account of a handgun, and his hands made it known as they roamed across her frame…working their way beneath the tight fabric of her blouse, seeking out the searing flesh beneath. He made the kiss rough, his strong arms lifting her from the floor and pinning her against the wall behind her firmly. The ample swell of her chest crushed against his broad pectorals, clad only in a thin cotton t-shirt. The handgun’s cold, metal slide was pressed against the back of his head…the dangerous muzzle pointed up towards the ceiling, but that was hardly in his concern.

He felt her lips part, hungrily accepting his tongue and attacking it with her own, her slender, coltish thighs parting for his hips and wrapping hotly around him. He groaned against her lips, their centers pressing roughly together for a moment. He could feel his erection growing steadily down his pant leg, unfortunately moving away from the warmth of her slender body. He felt her legs pull him tightly against her, grinding their bodies together. Large hands worked their way down until palms firmly cupped that pert rear, feeling nothing but smooth flesh beneath the fabric.

 

[Annari]

Barely looking up as Scott replies, Deidre thinks, "Rough city indeed! I smell a cop..." She narrows her eyes at him as he opens the hall closet and hangs his jacket up, revealing a smooth brown leather holster. She watches the way his big hands handle the supple material so gently, looking up at his face just in time to see his tongue dart out and cover his lips, as if tasting them. She feels her own tongue cleave to the roof of her suddenly dry mouth, unable to resist licking her own lips, wanting the taste and feel of his pressed tightly to them once more.

She holds the automatic up to the light, checking the barrel and finding it empty. She clicks the chamber back into place and pulls the slide back, chambering a bullet with a distinct metallic clinking sound. Her eyes widening as Scott steps toward her, she waits for him to force the gun from her hands, surprised and pleased when he instead wraps his arms around her, pulling her against his big, warm body. Deidre gasps in pleasure as his hands force themselves under her snug blouse, his thick fingers closing over her large breasts and finding her nipples already hard and pushing outward, aching to be touched. His lips descend toward her mouth even as his hands slide down to grip her ass and push her against the wall, pinning her there, his body pressing tightly against her, her slack hands going around his neck as she tries to find balance.

Deidre's amber eyes close slightly and her lips part beneath his. Her tongue snakes out to roam across his lips teasingly before delving inside for and sucking at his tongue to pull it into her mouth. Scott grabs one leg just behind the knee and pulls it around his sleek hip, prompting her to open herself to him and wrap both legs around him. Gasping at the close contact of her naked flesh against the roughness of his jeans, Deidre whimpers softly as he moans, and her senses swirl out of control. Stretching to lay the gun safely on the table, she turns back to him and slides her fingers through his hair at the nape, holding him lightly immobile for her mouth to plunder.

Deidre disentangles herself from Scott's embrace and removes her blouse, nipples hurting as the cool air whispers over their turgid surface. She places the palms of her hands over them, rubbing gently, as she stares into his beautifully bright blue eyes. Bending slightly at the waist, she backlifts first one leg, then the other, to slip her shoes off. Deidre holds his gaze as she unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor, revealing a smooth, shaved pussy and no panties. She slides a hand down between her breasts, over her flat tummy, to the wet slit unhampered by a bush of hair, her fingers gliding easily over the soft skin using only her own natural lubricant.

Smiling at the expression on Scott's face, Deidre turns her back on him and walks into the living room, her slim hips sashaying a little as her excitement puts a spring in her step. Tossing a teasing look over her shoulder, she asks, "Are you coming...or just breathing heavy?"

 

[Light Ice]

A Late Night Romp

Scott’s mind was fighting to keep control as she stepped away, leaving a small, darkening patch of dampness on his denim covered crotch. Her body was simply divine, and his mind swam with the imagines of her nipples springing out after being pressed inwards by her smooth palms. Yet, even now, the narcotics officer was undergoing a brutal game of tug of war. Memories scrambled up from the depths to fight for purchase on his consciousness, while the overwhelming, smothering presence of his lusty desires pushed them away. His eyes melted through a vast variety of shades, before settling on a foggy cerulean…and he saw his wife momentarily, wearing his “Grant University” t-shirt as a night gown.

Scotty… My roommate is going to be home for the weekend, want to be my teddy bear?

“Are you coming…or just breathing heavy?” He picked up on a spring in her step that he hadn’t noticed before as reality came crashing down on him again.

Not that he was complaining.
And he certainly was breathing heavy…
And he certainly wasn’t coming, well not yet.

Following her? There shouldn’t have been a doubt on either of their minds, his fluid strides slowly digressing into a stiff, clumsy gait as he hurried after her. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, practically tearing the thing black shirt off his frame to reveal a rippled abdomen and powerful pectorals. He could see her shudder, watching her own gaze devour him. It was all terribly exciting.

He was vaguely aware of the massive amounts of firearms in her apartment, too busy taking his mental snapshots…ones that would most likely get him through long lonely nights long after she had parted from his life. Snap shots of her fingers trailing over her damp petals, of her nipples practically bursting from the ample mounds of her breasts…screaming, begging, and reaching for his attention. He felt his cock jump, and the restraining jeans were unbuttoned.

He had nearly ran her down when he lowered his head to unfasten those stubborn pants, looking up just as she turned to face him with a giggle.. The sweet sound of her playful laughter was muffled against his lips, which again assaulted hers with a fiery passion. The velvet surface of his tongue playfully pushing at the crease in her pouted tiers, seeking the sanctuary of her hot mouth. The harsh fabric of his jeans partly slid down, leaving his cotton boxer briefs to stretch lewdly under the pressures of his aching member, forced down one leg and creeping out of the fabric…the thick, crown of his bulbous head visible. That was one thing that kept his insecurities from taking control…he may not have taken a woman in over two years, but he remembered well the praise his cock received in college. A breathy “Ohhh” from Deidra confirmed his thoughts, and drew another half inch from his engorged column of flesh.

 

[Annari]

Deidre makes her way into the living room, almost dancing on the raw emotions flashing through her. She turns to watch him enter through the arched doorway, the gaze he fastens on her almost...predatory. A warm shiver slips through her, all her senses alive and tingling. She makes a little "Mmmm" sound in the back of her throat as she watches him, bare chest only lightly furred and rippling with thick, dense muscle tapering down to slender, grabbable hips.

Scott gazes around the apartment slowly, looking as if he wants to comment, then he looks again at Deidre and the only thing she can see in his eyes is raw desire. She feels a little dampness slide from between her already slick lips as he reaches for the button of his jeans, the blue material parting to reveal his hard, fat cock, encased and straining against the soft grey of his underwear. She turns away a moment to try to slow the rapid beating of her heart.

She turns back to map his progress. He looks so intense but he keeps walking, coming toward her while trying without success to remove his jeans, that Deidre has to let out a pleased giggle. He abandons his jeans in favor of grabbing her and pulling her tightly to his naked chest, a sliver of pained pleasure sliding up her spine at the feel of his skin on her naked breasts. He catches her sigh in his mouth as he kisses her roughly, his tongue teasing her lips mercilessly before delving into her hot mouth.

Deidre puts both hands on Scott's broad back, then lets her right hand trail around his torso slowly as she surrenders to his blazing kiss. Her fingers softly trail down his chest and stomach, tips pressing his heated skin lightly to impress his feel upon her mind. She moves her hand lower, to his fabric-encased cock, and wraps her slender fingers around it gently, letting the fabric slide against the sensitive skin lightly. Deidre pulls back to kiss Scott's neck, nibbling on his ear and whispering to him, "You have an amazingly sexy chest, and this... "*she squeezes his thickness a little to illustrate* "is...Oohhhh. I have no words to describe what I want to do with this, so let me show you a beginning."

She slides down his chest, kissing every inch of his smooth flesh she can reach, her lips pursing to suckle and bite him here and there. Then she is on her knees before him, her hands grasping his lean hips gently, face to face with the bulge showing thru his opened jeans. Deidre pulls the restricting jeans all the way down his long legs and off his feet, then raises back up to press her cheek against his hardness through his boxers, her mouth opening to breathe warm air on him and allow her teeth to nip him gently, the engorged head getting a soft lick as it pokes out of the bottom hem of his left leg. She lifts the material and pulls his head into her mouth, sucking hard as her hands move down and around to cup his firm, muscled ass.

 

[Light Ice]

The sheer intensity of their passions is feral, and raw. The detective’s body shudders as she rakes her nails across his muscles, only to trace the tender tips of her fingers along the deep cut channels of his muscled stomach. Rylan couldn’t remember ever kissing, or being kissed as roughly as this… her teeth pulling at his bottom lip before a moan pulled her face from his.

“Ohhhhh, I have no words to describe what I want to do with this…”

Their tongues entwine again, and this time he groans against the hot embrace…leaning forwards to sweep her up, only to feel her push against his muscled pectorals and again deny him control.

“So let me show you a beginning.”

Her bare breasts drag across his body, nipples scraping across his skin…drawing goose bumps to rise in the near painful wake of contact deprivation that follows.. Deidra worships his well maintained torso, soothing his chilled flesh with hot kisses and suckles…expertly drawing a moan from his thin lips.

I want to taste you Scotty…

Words his wife once spoke, now running through his mind with Deidra’s voice accenting the desperate need. A pair of pouted, sultry lips wrap tightly around his aching cock, tongue lashing beneath the velvet crown enthusiastically. He grits his teeth, back stiffening as hands fall to knit in her wispy, auburn mane. His cobalt gaze drops to watch her suck on his fat, engorged tip…her lips stretching around his flesh, cheeks hollowing as she draws his taste into her mouth roughly. Her eyes sparkle with desire, before closing as his manly taste overwhelms her. He groans as she purrs hotly, sending vibrations cursing through his frame…forcing him to bend over at the waist. His hands gently push her face from his hips, drawing the irritating cotton boxers down and off…

“I need to be inside you!” He barks in a raspy tone, unable to wait anymore. They had all night to play, all night to taste and frolic all over her apartment…but right now, right now he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pin her arms above her head and take her selfishly, he wanted to force all of his thick inches into her tight, wet pussy…he wanted it now.

 

[Annari]

Deidre melts inside at the tatse of his skin, luscious precum sliding onto her tongue the moment she sucks him into her mouth. Her tongue revels in the warm silk texture of his spongy tip, lapping and licking there delicately. She feels Scott's body arch hard over hers, the muscles of his firm ass rippling and shaking in her spread palms. A moan rips from her throat as he shoves his hand into her red-glinted tresses, her mouth then closing to mash the tip between her lips as her hot tongue lashes it from the inside, swirling around in ever-decreasing circles and trying to shove itself into the tiny hole in the center. Deidre whimpers in frustrated disappointment when Scott pushes her head away from him to slide the grey boxers down over his corded thighs to leave them lying in a pool on the floor.

“I need to be inside you!”

She stands there before him, her heart beating a wild tattoo at the animalistic look of him as he nearly shouts the words at her. She is more tuned in to him than she could ever remember being with anyone else. She shared his primal emotions, wanted to tear into him as would a starved person into a plate of food; she wanted to bite and lick and suck and fuck him like a wild woman.
Climb on top of him and ride him hard and put him to sleep wet, then wake him up and do it again, all night long.

Deidre waggled her fingers at Scott provacatively, saying in a low, throaty voice, "Come and take it from me, tough guy. If you can." Then she turns on her heel and streaks into the kitchen to her right, her laughter streaming out behind her along with the cloud of her long, unbound hair. She plans to lead him up one side of the long marble center island, make a sharp turn, and slip down the other side before he gets his bearings.

 

[Light Ice]

A Late Night Romp

Scott watched as she danced off, round rear bouncing with each springy step. It took a few seconds, but slowly he blinked the lusty glaze off of his metallic eyes. He was after her like a shot, rocketing around the kitchen on the brink of taking a nasty spill. He growled playfully, his impressive cock bouncing along infront of him...it's thick, bulbous head leading the charge. It's mouth frothing hotly, her saliva slowly evaporating from the silken flesh.

"Come and take it from me tough guy, if you can."

He would make her remember the day she spoke those words, and grinned as she took the corner. He was quick, damn quick for such a big guy...and managed to loop an arm around her waist and pull her rear against him...his throbbing length trapped between her thighs, forcing her wet outer folds to part and ride along the stretched flesh of his shaft. Her hands came out infront of her, palms finding purchase on the cool table top...

Something inside of him had snapped, a predatory instinct that triggered a hyper aggressive, hyper sexual frame of mind. He pinned her with his weight, crushing their empassioned flesh together and forcing her to bend at the waist. He ground his hips upwards, listening to her whimper weakly as his thick length rocked against her clit...sliding through her moistened folds, only to rock her clit once again. Her hardened nipples were pressed against the cool surface of the table, auburn hair thrown to one side as she pressed one cheek against the wood's grain.

He couldn't resist running his lips over her shoulder blade, nipping at the slender slopes...suckling, only to drag his teeth over the flesh once again. He spoke softly, raspy voice almost growling as he let his tongue extend and flick her ear lobe. "I caught you...now say please..." And to accent the last word, his body shifted downwards...pressing his thick head against her tight, wet entrance...only to draw it away to wait for her response.

 

[Annari]

Deidre's eyes grow round as Scott grabs her, the counter no barrier at all, much less a protection. Or was she too slow? All she knows is she didn't make it around the end before he had her, his muscled arm laying against her stomach, his warm breath at her ear, his chest against her back, and his thick cock sliding between her wet pussy lips...

Scott shoves Deidre forward, only her hands shooting out and smacking the table in front of her keeping her upright. She gasps at the force of the emotions emanating from him, making her seep more wetness and whimper in need. He presses her further forward, her ass firm against him, her nipples dragging across the tabletop with each movement of his hips. And he is moving them... sliding his fat cock between her soaking cuntlips, slipping up to bump her clit, then slowly retreating. Deidre has a sudden urge to feel him embedded deeply inside her, and her breath grows shallow and harsh.

Scott bites at her shoulderblade lightly, causing shivers to race down her spine and settle in her pussy. She can feel herself tighten and release, tighten and release, aching with the need to feel him.

"I caught you...now say please..."

Deidre's body stiffens at his words, but that doesn't help much when he places his hot, straining head at her even hotter opening, pressing in just enough to let her know
how good he feels. She tries to clamp her thighs closed but he has one clasped firmly in each hand, keeping her spread open so he can tease her with his bobbing hunk of meat. She lets out a soft whimper before whispering, "Yes! Alright! Please... Please shove that massive cock inside my tight, hungry pussy. Now!"

Deidre feels his hands on her thighs slacken and pushes forward on the table, pushing off on his rock-hard thighs with her feet. She flips herself over and grins at the stunned Scott, taunting him. "You didn't really think it was going to be that easy, did you? Hmmm?" She reaches a hand out and slides her soft fingertips over his wet head softly, watching him as shudders take over and shake his big frame. That she can touch him and make him so weak... excites Deidre to no end. She lays on her tummy on the table and places his head into her mouth again, suckling gently as her fingerstips tease his sack lightly. She wonders how much he can stand before he breaks.

 

[Light Ice]

A Late Night Romp

“Yes! Alright! Please…Please shove that massive cock into my tight, hungry pussy. Now!”


And he prepared to do so, his thick head beginning to stretch the muscles of her center, eyes closing as he thrust sharply forwards…hips looking to sink his iron hard cock into her tight depths until the hilt pressed her ass cheeks flat, and his balls slammed into the hot hood of her throbbing clitoris. He thrust, waiting to hear her voice cry out in pleasure!

And he felt nothing! His eyes snapped open as she scrambled over the table, soft soles of her feet pushing against the corded muscles in his thighs. Her amber hues glinted with mischief, and his arousal coupled hotly with his competitive nature. She wanted control…she wanted to fuck him! She wanted to climb atop him and ride him, leave him begging for her! Oh, it was delightful…the thought of this soft, sweet vixen taking each drop of his vitality with aggressive, reckless want. Yet, as she taunted, a feral growl of frustration leaked from his thin lips…a thick droplet of precum leaked from his massive slit, clinging to the lighter fluids of her own arousal that thickly coated his aching flesh.

“You really didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? Hmmmm?” The last syllable rolled off her tongue in a feline purr.

He watched her now as she bet again, going up on her tiptoes as the table separated them. The ample mounds of her breasts crushed against the smooth surface, nipples being flattened into the skin that surrounded it…her taught abdomen resting on the cool wooden grain. Her fingers rode across his silken flesh, teasing a groan from his lips. The predatory gleam in his eyes was growing steadily. He sighed contently as her lips sucked more of his member into the hollowed confines of her cheeks, tongue rolling against the velvety head and filling her mouth with their combined tastes. As her fingers lightly caressed his balls, his hands dove into the strands of her mane…clutching her head as his lips leapt forwards…feeding her another inch of his skin. They rolled back, leaving the wet tip pressed against her surprised lips, only to thrust forwards…beginning to establish a steady rhythm. His voice came from the depths of a raggedly panting chest, broken by sighs of pleasure. “N…no, not easy…but so sweet!”