Princeton Place-IC Thread

[princesssexci]

"Soccer? Me? Well I've been playing professionally for about four years, but I've played soccer since I was about five years old. I know soccer still isn't huge out here in the states, but who knows maybe I can be as popular as David Beckham out here."

"Yeah, it isn't. I mean its mostly football and baseball here in the states." Camille said, "I've never actually been to any kind of sporting event before but its always good to try something new."

This was true, what with her modeling and acting career. She didn't really get that much time to enjoy herself outside of the usual modeling and acting events such as awards or fashion shows, occasional after parties as well. Other than that, she didn't get the chance to be a normal girl, whatever the hell normal was considered as now a days.

Even when she dated football players or any sort of athletes she still didn't go to any of their games. She wasn't much of a sports buff but with her time off, she thought it'd be a good idea to enjoy something outside of her own interests for once, especially if that meant getting to know someone as sexy as Dan.

 

[The_PG]

Ultimately a pair of low rise jeans with a sexy but casual black cami would have to do with a pair of black heels. Her hair was still wet but she had dried it as best as she could with the towel and then ran a brush through it. She walked back out into the hall hoping that she looked good enough for the b-list actor to want to take her out.

"Don't worry about, it's actually relieving, I don't have to live up to anything." As she darted inside, Jayson hurried into his apartment and left the door ajar carelessly as he moved into his bedroom to snatch some clothes. Only 'snatching' wasn't the best word for it. He was always a meticulous dresser; everything had to match. He couldn't stand wearing two socks that didn't match, miss matching shirt and tie, or top and pants. It wasn't his style. What his style was black and white. Sharp blacks and sharp whites though; nothing faded.

In the end he decided upon black slacks, a black belt, a black dress shirt left unbuttoned revealing a flawlessly white undershirt. If he turned too far or tilted back a little too much it slipped up his stomach; revealing his tanned stomach, but he didn't plan on doing any acrobatics tonight. Carrying his clothing into the bathroom he showered, shaved, and slapped on a little cologne before getting dressed. He was tying his white sneakers when he heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" He yelled, realizing he'd left the door open.

As soon as he finished he slipped out of his room and into the main living/dining room area where Roark was waiting.

"Hey there," He said with a friendly smiled, before nodding appreciatively at her clothing choice. "Very nice, you look great. I'm not done dressing," When she frowned, he laughed, and scooped a pair of sunglasses off the kitchen counter top and lightly set them on his head. "There, all done. Let's get going, I'll drive unless you'd like to?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

When he called for her to come in Roark did so without really hesitating. She wanted to see his apartment and see just what it was she was getting into. She smiled upon seeing that his furniture seemed pretty nice, at least he had good taste and didn't have the typical bachelor pad furniture.

Blue eyes looked up when he entered the room. He looked really good, and he probably could tell that she thought so from the look on her face. It wasn't hard to see that Roark had kind of wished that she'd finished sooner so that she could have gotten a better look at him without all of his clothes on.

But they had just been in the pool hadn't they?

Knowing what was underneath kind of made her want to see it again. Of course she really couldn't concentrate on that right now could she? No... Not right now.

"Oh thanks," she said looking down at what she was wearing. She was glad that she hadn't gone too over the top because he looked good but he didn't look over done. Roark couldn't help the small confused frown when he said he wasn't done dressing. Of course the sunglasses made her smile at him. He was pretty funny now wasn't he?

"I can drive if you don't mind getting lost," she said with a soft laugh. "It'd probably be better if you drove honestly," she finished and started to make her way towards his door.

 

[The_PG]

Jayson raised his eyebrows, "I never get lost." He said it with a wink, as he locked his apartment and headed out with Roark to the car. He had a nice BMW 328i that was perfectly cleaned, waxed, and shined. The insides were just as beautiful and immaculate as his apartment and the outside of his car, in fact Jayson was something of a clean freak you could say, he held both the apartment doors and the passenger door open for Roark before getting in himself. He could tell she liked that, and he always tried to be a gentleman when he could.

Sliding in, he fired up the car, and pulled out onto the street.

"Alright, so what first? Dinner? Dinner." He nodded in agreement with her as they cruised down the main drag.

Jayson was thankful for the distraction of driving, or else he probably would have been staring at Roark the entire time. She was very pretty, but at least he wouldn't have been doing it with and open mouth. She was intelligent enough to talk to on top of look at; which would make eye contact very easy throughout the evening. As it was they made a little small talk during the car ride. Nice weather, compared their thoughts on the apartment complex, and decided on the lounge he'd mentioned for dinner. Once there and seated Jayson turned his eyes back to Roark and asked, "So what do you write? I don't get the chance very often, but I don't think I've read anything by anyone named Roark. I would have remembered. I'm pretty good with names."

Meanwhile, the waitress had returned with their drinks.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Jayson was right, Roark did like a man that opened doors for her. It just seemed like men didn't do things like that anymore for women. As the car fired up she took notice of how clean it was, she could definitely appreciate a clean car and clean apartment, Roark was nowhere near a neat freak herself but she did wish that she was a little more organized.

Her joke was that she had organized chaos.

She agreed to dinner first and was caught up in looking around the darkened area as they drove. The conversation was normal, it was the normal things that people who were just getting to know one another talked about in a car. At the lounge she ordered an ice water with lemon and a margarita. Maybe she shouldn't drink too much but she didn't think a good margarita would be too bad.

She smiled at the writing question.

"Well before I was going by R. Olivia Hughes," She explained. "I love my name and really didn't want too many people using it." H would probably recognize the name now, she was the daughter of two famous writers after all. "But I am changing that now, I'm going with a pen name so that I can see if its really my writing that people loved or if it was my parents' name," she explained.

"So... What does a b-list actor know how to do? Can he sing and dance or is it strictly an on screen thing?" She asked hoping to tease him a little and get to know him better at the same time.

 

[The_PG]

"Hughes?" Jayson asked, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if she was indeed the daughter of the renowned writing couple. Indeed she was. That made sense; he'd read a few of their novels. But unfortunately nothing came to mind about any of the books; it must have had been awhile since he'd read them if he couldn't remember. He quickly found himself liking her even more as she told him about writing under a new pen name and not wanting to live on mommy and daddy's name. He smiled at that in fact; it reminded him of himself. How he'd stopped using all of his coaches, agents, and assistant's names to get big time movie parts and the like. Now he was doing it himself, just like Roark.

He was about to mention what they had in common when she set her question out in the open. Jayson smiled at the friendly ribbing and shook his head, "Well actually I got started on youtube, heard of it? Of course you have," He chuckled softly, "I was well known for my singing and acting. I went by the screename JayUlateSON... hehe, but everything recently has been more about the movies. That is where all the big money is and... Well I had a tough time balancing music and movies early on. I'm hoping to get started on an album sometime in the near future, but nothing's been planned."

"I'm definitely going to have a song or two in there about leaving behind the past and the old names. That's really important to me... And to you too, it seems."

Just then the food arrived and Jayson smiled across at Roark.

Before they began to eat he raised his gin & tonic, "To leaving behind the past, eh?"

 

[princesssexci]

It was true, Camille did have to fight off guys with a stick, not literally of course but she wasn't going to actually admit to that. That was probably very...arrogant and even though there were times she was arrogant she didn't think that was a good idea when trying to hook up with a guy, especially one as sexy as Dan.

"I guess." She said, playing the humble girl. "I don't have any plans actually unless..." Cami paused and then grinned at Dan, continuing flirtaciously "unless, you'd like to help me make some plans?"

Her eyes trailed down his chest as the water slid almost in slow motion down his smooth chest. She didn't let her physical attraction towards him hide either. Camille wasn't exactly the shy type of girl when it came to sexy guys. Her motto had always been, if you like a guy why hide it?

"If you're busy settling in though, I don't want to interrupt that."

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

She smiled when he repeated the last name.

"Yep," she said with a chuckle. "So I gotta come up with a good pen name, for now I'm just trying to concentrate on the novel but I will have to come up with a new name soon so that my publisher can start promoting it. Of course I made her promise not to tell anyone who really wrote it," she said with a blush.

She hadn't heard of him. She could probably call some of her friends and find out who exactly he was but he seemed to be telling her the truth about the youtube thing and the movies.

"I'm definitely going to have a song or two in there about leaving behind the past and the old names. That's really important to me... And to you too, it seems."

"So it would seem," she agreed finding that he was making quite the impression on her. The food arrived and Jayson raised his glass. The young dark haired writer couldn't contain the smile as she raised her own glass.

"To a very interesting new beginning," she agreed. Sure it was a little corny, but Roark felt like she could use corny in her life right now. This might be the change that she was looking forward to.

 

[The_PG]

The way Roark had said those words left Jayson wanting to hear them again. There was some sort of... Possibility in them, that he found rather fascinating, and whether it was the simplistic yet wholly complicated sexual aspect or just a simple friendship he could not tell and did not care. Their dinner was fantastic, both the quality of the conversation and food was top notch and aside from Jayson spilling a bit of his drink onto his plate towards the end nothing incredibly out of the ordinary seemed to happen.

After paying for the check, he hadn't bothered even to ask about it, he glanced at his watch and asked the waitress, "Is the bar open? What about the club?"

"The bar will open in a half-hour, and the club an hour after that. Have a good evening sir."

Jayson looked back across the table at Roark and raised his eyebrows comically, "Sir? My father is sir. Not me. Haha, well, whaddya want to do for a half hour?" He asked non-chalantly, and though he thought of several things they could do. None of them were on a first-date list of any respectable person. He'd polished off his first drink awhile ago, and the second one he was just finishing as he waited for an answer from Roark.

 

[princesssexci]

Camille grinned satisfactorily. She didn't actually expect him to turn her down, no guy normally did. It actually didn't take her long to get a guys attention, normally all that she did was smile at a guy and they instantly came over to her and asked her out. This was really no different.

"Why don't we do both, dinner and a movie? Or dinner and dancing, whichever you prefer is fine with me." Truth be told, Camille was slightly nervous about going out in public, she wasn't exactly a 'normal' person, many people knew who she was, however she didn't dislike the limelight, she just didn't feel like being in it all the time.

"Of course, if we do go out I may have to try and find someway to disguise myself, people may not know who you are but many know who I am and well...that would just ruin all our fun if people continuously come up to me asking for autographs or pictures. Um, what time do you want to get together?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Roark too was working on her second drink as the waitress told them they would have to wait a half hour. That was a conundrum now wasn't it? The dark haired woman smiled at him as she tried to think of something interesting to do but nothing was jumping right out at her. She looked out the window at the area that surrounded the building they were in.

"Well, I guess a quick walk around the center here could be fun." She hoped that didn't sound stupid. "I mean it could be like a little sight seeing trip that might be less boring for the both of us since we'll be kind of seeing it for the first time together," she explained.

Wow that sounded corny now didn't it.

"Maybe I should switch to sappy romantic novels," she said with a blush. She really seemed to be digging herself in deep. "I mean that kind of sounds like something you'd read in one of those right?" She asked with a small laugh, it was obvious she wasn't the biggest drinker if her tongue was becoming so loosened with just two drinks.

"If it gets really boring then I'll make it up to you," she said before even finding out if he hated the idea or not.

 

[The_PG]

Jayson gave a nervous laugh and shook his head, "No no, it's fine. You already have. C'mon, let's go take a look around." He helped Roark from her seat, and as they passed out the doors he leaned over her delectable frame to whisper in her ear, "That was a really sappy idea. Perhaps you should write some romantic novels."

In his mind he'd only leaned that close to make sure she heard him in the busy lobby, but in retrospect and without two drinks having been consumed he realized it was also to get much closer to her. Her scent and soft body were quite stunning. Whatever she was wearing, it made his mouth water, just as the soft skin of her arm did as he brushed his hand over it. He didn't straighten right away as she turned to give him a look to determine if he was serious or not, but of course he laughed and straightened up soon after.

"For being an actor, I can't keep much of a straight face, can I?" He asked with a wink as they wound through the sidewalk away from the restaurant. He felt a little awkward at that moment; wondering if he should take her hand to walk together as they were technically together. Just in case, he dropped his hand by his side and turned it out. Giving Roark the option to take hold of it; if she felt so inclined.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Roark was surprised at the sudden closeness of Jayson to her. Not that she didn't like it, but more she wanted him to be a little closer. She did not consider herself the type of girl that even thought about doing... what she was thinking about doing.

And just what was she thinking about doing?

Well... she was thinking about that body she had seen in the pool earlier. She found herself blushing again as she listened to him talk to her in such a close proximity.

She smiled as he joked about not being able to keep a straight face. "Maybe I should... I just wouldn't know how to write one of those scenes," she explained with a chuckle. And then his hand ever so subtly moved as though trying to see if she wanted to hold it.

Roark tried to think.

Did she?

Her hand gently touched his and her fingers moved to intertwine with the actor's. His hand felt nice and warm. She gave it a gentle squeeze as if to reassure, though who she was trying to reassure wasn't readily apparent. The dark haired writer moved a little closer as they walked.

"So you have to have some good lines stored away for sweeping a girl off of her feet hm?" She asked. Just what was she getting at now. "I mean if I am gonna write this romance thing, then maybe you can play the lead," she said with a soft giggle.

 

[The_PG]

Roark's hand was slim and delicate to the touch. It was rather delightful how seemingly awkward the two of them were for Jayson as he was used to actors pretending to be lovers or awkward couples, but it was all fake. This was much more real, much more enjoyable. Yes, he was simply enjoying it. Her quip about romantic lines made him laugh, of course he did! Although he did take his time to whip back a witty reply. It seemed like a shame to keep things going so quickly when they were so much fun. In order to not seem like he was stalling, however, Jayson only waited until they had passed another couple and there was nobody around them. Feigning embarrassment to say something so corny in front of complete strangers, which, he realized suddenly.

Roark no longer was.

"I find it's best not to fix what hasn't broken, and so, you com-plete me." Complete with tears that Jayson could summon on command, for a second Roark seemed concerned but then he laughed, and so did she. "They work, don't they?" He asked, as they continued to laugh. With a smile he pulled her a bit closer and raised an eyebrow, "So, did I have you at hello?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Roark did look concerned with the tears and as he laughed she found that she too was laughing at him. He really was just over the top and what was more that he had her believing him for just a moment. "You're an idiot," she teased as he joked about the line not working on her and then suddenly he was close to her again.

Her heart suddenly raced again.

She really tried hard to smile at him as he asked her that but she was blushing as she tired to think of a response.

Was she simply thinking too hard?

"I'm pretty sure that... I had you at hello," she said taking a step closer to him. She bounced up onto her tip toes and stole a short kiss from him. She had hoped that she would surprise him.

Just as quickly she let go of his hand and took a few steps forward discretely looking back to see if he was going to come after her. She had a coy look in her eyes as they danced in the soft light that was present around them in the darkness of the night. She didn't know if she was supposed to say something else but rather waited to see what he was going to do.

 

[The_PG]

The rather spunky demeanor and voice that Roark took made Jayson's eyes sparkle. Quite a girl! In fact, the more he thought about it the more he realized she did have him at hello, and not the other way around. With a happy smirk plastered on his face; that probably looked a bit silly, he trotted a few steps in order to catch her slim wrist and turn her about gently. The moment seemed to freeze as her curious and so very playful eyes glanced up into his. He looked directly into her eyes with his own sparkling. Words were hard to come by, but he managed, "Yes... I, think you did."

Leaning over slowly, and with a healthy amount of hesitation he kissed her softly on the lips. Not hungrily, or even passionately, but very tenderly and carefully. He ended it moments later, but kept his face inches from hers. He did not want to see that playful tingle go away from her eyes, so instead of coming up with another romanticized heart wrenching line he smiled happily and quipped, "Well. You stole the first one. I needed it back."

With a small squeeze to her hand and tug to her arm he pulled her in the direction they had been walking, but he did not stop looking at her either. He didn't want her to think he didn't care, because he did very much, but neither did he want to seem... Desperate. Or anything like that. He wanted this to continue going right now. There was no need to fall in love this second.

Even if that was what it felt like was happening.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

The dark haired writer let him catch her wrist and pull her close. She could admit that she wanted him to catch her. She found the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips as he said that she did indeed have him at hello. It was cute and sweet and completely romantic and still lighthearted enough that she didn't feel him coming on too strong. She ran a hand through her long black hair as she watch him.

And then she realized he was leaning over and getting very close to her face. His lips met hers and she felt her eyes fall closed as he kissed her. She was glad to feel that he wasn't going to push it too fair too fast, at least that was the impression she got from him.

He ended the kiss and for a moment she was left with her eyes closed and her head swimming. She couldn't believe that this was happening.

She tried not to smile but she was failing as he joked about taking back the kiss that she stole. He was gently pulling her back the way they had come and so she followed but she was curious where they were going to end up tonight. She found herself suddenly close to him again.

"If I steal another one you'll just take it back... but what if I told you that I needed one?" She asked. "Would you lend me one?" she asked curiously coming just that much closer. This really was all so silly and the way she was looking at him screamed that yes she knew this was so corny and yet it was too much fun to let it just end.

 

[The_PG]

Jayson's eye flickered from the pavement to Roark's with a tinge of surprise and flood of playfulness. They darted around her face before focusing on her clear blue eyes that danced just as actively as his own. He smiled and nodded, suddenly unsure of his voice and the path they were taking back towards the club. Stopping, he lightly pulled Roark with him away from the street until they were up against the building. Spinning lightly on his feet he turned to face her and a small, slightly embarrassed smile crept over his face as an idea came to his mind that really did make him blush. Actor's training or not, he couldn't keep the redness from creeping over his cheeks and face.

"I uh..." He coughed, clearing his throat. "Would lend you as many as you wanted, without interest." He smiled softly; clearly only playing along because they were playing, but he was being serious at the same time. Without even realizing it he'd placed a hand upon her hip and was slowly but steadily drawing her towards him. His hand that had been holding hers had ridden up her arm to her shoulder and now brushed the hair away from her beautifully defined throat.

"Do you..." He breathed gently as their lips neared, "Want more?"

While the play was over. It still burned in his eyes, but the signs were obvious to him. It was time to stop pretending and playing, and perhaps go somewhere else. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to dance well, or at all, very soon. The closer he got the more overwhelming this sense became as well as the scent of Roark's skin and hair, it over powered everything else on the street and made him feel lightheaded. Almost like he was living inside a dream. Inside one of his movies. But it was so much better then that, so much more real.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Roark noticed the shift in the tone that surrounded them and found herself in quite the position. His hands on her hip and shoulder and then brushing some hair away, it just felt so surreal and it sent a tingle through her.

He asked her if she wanted more.

It caught her off guard for a moment.

Did she want more?

It didn't take more than a moment to figure that out. Normally she would have had something witty, something about not minding interest for his kisses but it didn't feel right, it would have ruined it. At least that was the way that Roark felt. She focused on his lips as he seemed to get closer and closer to her.

"I do..." She answered as she started to close the distance between them. She really did want more and she was sure that he could figure that out without her even needing to say anything. She leaned close and waited for him to kiss her all the while wondering what they were going to do...

Where were they going to end up?

 

[The_PG]

At first Jayson was frightened to death once he asked the question, but immediately afterword he became super confident when she did not suddenly run down the street screaming. He virtually knew that she would say yes, and yet it was still just as exciting when she did indeed agree. "I do." She said, moments before their lips met. This time Jayson held nothing back. He kissed her hard, and then soft. Gently cupping her beautifully formed jawline lightly in his hand and wrapped the other about the back of her neck to hold her in place. Lightly his lips traveled over hers, and then powerfully they would stick together before roaming again lightly.

A fire started quickly from the sparks upon his lips. Traveling through his veins until reaching his gut where it began to burn from flames into a deepening, and more powerful ember. His fingers tingled where they held Roark, and finally the kiss broke with him gasping for air.

Both of his eyes were alight with the kindling that had begun inside of him, "We can check out the club later?" He suggested with a lightness in his voice that hid his desire to leave right this second, without waiting for an answer, but the moment seemed frozen as he stared deeply into Roark's eyes and waited with baited breath as she began to make up her mind.

 

[princesssexci]

Camille pushed her dark brown hair out of her eyes and put her script in her bag as Dan mentioned where they should meet. It was a nuetral location and she knew where it was at, which meant no getting lost. "Thats sounds fine." She flashed him a smile and then her smile turned into a grin. "Oh, don't worry it won't be. Just because you said that."

She got out of the lawn chair and put her sunglasses back on, "I'll see you tonight." Camille waved to Dan then took the elevator up to her room. She walked to her closet and pulled out a sexy jeweled strap black dress which showed off all of her curves. After fixing her hair, she put on her makeup and checked the time. She still had a few minutes left, so she decided to style her hair instead of leaving it down. It was only 8:55 after all.

Camille tied her hair up in a high pony tail leaving two strands out in front of her face. "There, perfect and...." she looked at the clock. Shit, it was 8:00. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and rushed out of her apartment, locking the door. She glanced at her apple Iphone, 8:01. She ran to the elevator and quickly hit the lobby button. It was moving slow so, she hit it again. "Come onnnnnnnnn!!!" Camille growled, glaring at the button until the doors finally shut and it slowly went down.

"Oh my god, seriously?" She looked at her cellphone again, 8:10. Ugh, he probably thought she wasn't going to show up. Finally, the elevator stopped with a ding. Hustling past many of the guests with an 'excuse me', 'coming through', and a 'move it, buddy!' Camille finally made it to the reception desk.

She tapped Dan on the shoulder, "Sorry I'm late, are you ready?"

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Roark found him kissing her like she had never been kissed before. It was gentle and passionate at the same time and made her whole body feel as if it were on fire. She couldn't help but think of where this might end up if it kept going like this and as he pulled away she could see from the look in his eyes that he was thinking along a similar track. She realized that she was still flushed from what they had just done and now wished that they hadn't left the complex.

The question of the club caught her off guard.

What club--? Oh, the club that had gotten them to the restaurant to get to know each other better.

That club.

"Yeah... I'm thinking that we'll have more fun on a different night," she said as a way of an excuse. She wanted to get back to his... well hers... She really didn't care which apartment they ended up in.

Roark tried to think of how she wanted to tell him she wanted to go back to Princeton Place to get to know each other better. "I feel more like a nice relaxing glass of wine... I have some back at my apartment..." she suggested wondering if he was even thinking what she was thinking.

 

[The_PG]

"You do?" Jayson asked rhetorically, but with a smile on his face.

He didn't need to be asked twice, "Let's go."

Turning, he took her hand and they both walked hurriedly down the street. It was rather awkward for Jayson. He didn't want to look like he was in a hurry, but he wanted to be in his car and back at the apartments now. His shameful shuffle started him giggling, but only once he noticed that Roark was doing much the same awkward running as him. He stopped, in front of plenty of other pedestrians, and kissed her again. He glanced down at her heels, and then back up into her eyes with the same playful smile that had sort of become a permanent fixture on his face this evening, "Can you run in those things?"

Her quick nod sparked another gaggle of chuckles. Together they darted quickly the remaining thirty or so feet to his car. They both slid in quickly, and Jayson was still laughing as he started the engine and pulled off into traffic. It seemed laughing was the only way he could keep himself from blushing horribly at his rather... Animal desire to simply be home and... 'share some wine' even though he knew they'd be doing much more then that. The drive seemed interminable and he glanced across several times at Roark. None of the glances seemed to help speed up the trip either.

Finally, they were there. Standing in front of her door, and the blush had finally conquered his laughing. Jayson stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as she fished out her keys and prepared to open the door...

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

The car ride felt excruciatingly long.

Roark knew that he was thinking of doing what she was thinking with the way he had been smiling and they way he had laughed forcing her to feel just as giddy. It really was a rush to feel like this. Jayson was making her feel like this and there was only a matter of time before he made this feeling even better.

If the car ride felt long the moments for looking for her keys were an eternity.

Finally she had them, the keys were in the door, and soon the door was opened to him. Her apartment was clean and more organized than not but it was clear that she was still not completely unpacked.

But she was close.

She knew that they hadn't come here for the wine. Roark wasn't entirely sure if she should at least make the pretense of getting the wine or if it was just silly at this point. She really didn't know what to do because it wasn't often that she invited men back to her apartment.

"Do you actually want wine?"

She felt a little stupid asking the question but she might as well make sure.

 

[The_PG]

The click of the lock opening was like a bullet of adrenaline entering into his gut. His heart raced, and a single droplet of sweat appeared on his brow. Suddenly his lips were dry, so he licked them carefully as they both stepped into the neat, but not entirely unpacked apartment. It was tastefully done, if not complete, as mentioned before. Jayson's eyes quickly returned to Roark as she shut the door behind her. He smiled at her tiny one.

"Do you actually want wine?"

With a grin he crossed the two feet between them and captured her delicate face with his hand; kissing it powerfully and placing one hand on the door to slow their rapid approach. Soon her slim, but firm body was trapped between the solid wood and his solid frame. It was hot, between them, between them and the door. Jayson felt the heat sizzling his skin and turning him red as if he was on the beach in the sun. Their lips met, broke, and met again in rapid fashion between deep and hungry breaths.

Finally he stopped with one hand on her chin and the other sliding down her back until it rested lightly on her ass, "Does that answer your question?"

Almost immediately he kissed her again. Quickly he teased his tongue against her lips, asking- no, begging for admittance to her hot mouth. Carefully his fingers probed the waistband of her jeans. Not quite pulling them down, but inching them that way. Just like his tongue, a question, not a demand. He'd have to wait for her answer. But it was hard to wait, with impatience growing between his legs.