The Object of Their Affection (Closed to Lick_My_Kitty and I)

[Lone_Wanderer]

OOC:

Brian Marcuson-Williams
Age: 23
Description: 5'10", 175 lbs., Caucasian, Sandy blonde hair with green eyes. Very well sculpted.

Skilled paparazzi photographer, being (un)credited for several photos in the most recent tabloids. Was there to catch Paris Hilton going back to jail.

IC:

Brian patiently waited outside Le Chiffre, trying to get a glimpse of the new starlet that's working opposite Matthew McConaughey. He got a decent tip, at least he thought so when he payed the 1 1/2 G's for it.

The story behind her was too good to be true. The literal "Girl Next Door," at least that's what the idiots in People watered her down as. And, as hot as she was, she hasn't gotten one shot in any of the tabloids as of yet. Either she has an iron-clad legal staff (which seem a dime-a-dozen, but they always have a weakness), or she's smarter than everyone gives her credit for.

He was a good block and a half away from the club too. He noticed all of the mobs of photographers waiting at the door. 'Amateurs,' he thought. Yet, he was poised on this night to get the shot.

Another hour later, the action was going down. A stretch humvee was coming up, and pulled up to the front of the club. The amateur piranhas lit up the evening with their various flash bulbs, as a woman in a dark silk robe, flanked by two guys that could be clones of Michael Clarke Duncan briskly escorted her to the waiting vehicle.

'What's the angle?' Brian patiently waited, and saw another car rolling into the delivery entrance of the club...

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza had been standing in the back. As her decoy had slipped out the front, she was to go through the back dressed as one of the workers for the building. She hoped that this time it would work. It had several times before, but there was always one that seemed to find her. After muttering a string of curses at the poperatzi under her breath, she slipped through the side door, the rather run down looking car awaiting her just outside.

The heels of her slender heels clicked softly on the rough pavement as she made her way from the door to the black car as quickly as she possibly could. She couldn't stand the sound of the snapping camera's and yelling men and women. It was all so overwhelming. She feared the woman that posed as her decoy wasn't payed enough for what she did.

As quickly as she could, she wrenched open the door to the car with a rather loud screech. She winced and quickly looked back. Thankfully, no one had seen or heard her. After all, she was of no importance, they were focased on the woman walking down the red carpet. She slipped into the car and shut the door quickly, looking up to the driver in the front seat. He was muttering a few things into the phone that always seemed to be plastered to his hand. She didn't know how he did that and drive the way he did.

After a moment he looked back to her with a smile, Riza already stripping herself free of her wig, letting lose her long, raven black tresses. "One of the guards had said we should wait a while longer before we take off ma'am" He said in his usual chipper tone. "We might attract unwanted attention that way." Riza only smiled and nodded, trusting him enough. "Thats fine..." She said in a quiet, velvet smooth voice, her english accent heavy. "Not like we're in any rush hm?"

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Revving the motor, Brian roared the Harley forward. He rolled past the scene as he bypassed the alley, watching the blond haired beauty get rushed into the car. He also notice the door being dinged off the left side as they pushed her in.

'Shouldn't be too difficult to spot, but I'll keep my distance. Don't want another Lady Di,' quietly muttering.

Cruising past the circus about half a block, he reared the Harley around. It was handy to be able to get around L.A., especially for this line of work. True, he couldn't take pictures on it, but the best pictures were taken still anyways. Easing the throttle, he parked at a spot just across from the club, as the Humvee took off, it's cloud of reporters trailing on foot, but soon dispersing after their meal ticket fled the scene.

Brian waited an hour after the gal in the robe had fled in the Humvee. He was just about to bite into his second burger, when the car that was in the alley backed out of the delivery drive. He could tell, from the nasty paint chp on the left rear passenger door. Wrapping the burger and tossing it to the bum on the corner, he adjusted his goggles, popped the clutch, and eased the Harley into the night, pursing the scarred car.

The drive to her place wasn't too bad. He made sure to stay at least two cars behind the obviously dented vehicle. He even switched lanes and even passed the car once. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything but his own reflection, and giving the occupants a perfect view of their stalker.

After driving an additional 45 minutes, the car made it's way to a gated entrance, leading to a relatively small house in the hills outside Hollywood. It was modest, in that it only had two floors and enough room to have an intimate get-together, unlike the other palaces in the area. Brian parked the bike up the road, and obscured it under some bushes. He climbed his way up over the fence, and towards the back of the house, where in most cases with houses in these parts, there was a pool.

Sneaking over to some nearby bushes, he setup his tripod and camera. Looking through the viewfinder, he could get a very clear view of the poolside area, and even into the nearby kitchen and study areas. Reaching into his bag, he cracked open a water bottle and waited for his subject.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As the car pulled up her driveway, Riza let out an exhausted sigh. Her head hit the back of the car’s seat and her hand met her forehead. “Oh shit what a night….” She said with a bit of a chuckle. “I don’t know how you keep carting me around like this Mike…” Riza said, looking up to the driver. “I think I would have quit by now if I were in your shoes. I guess I’m not the easiest person to drive with huh?” Mike leaned back in his seat, laughing softly. “Well, the only reason I’m still here is cuz’ every time I have to get you back from somewhere, I get to watch you change in the rear-view.” Riza laughed as she slid from her seat, blonde wig in hand. “Ha ha ha, funny, but I’m not a free strip show.”

After saying good night and watching Mike drive away once more, Riza trotted up to her front door, filing through her keys. She opened the rather large oak door, sighing and pressing her back to it, clicking it shut. “Oh damn…” She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “That was a horrible night…” She said softly to herself.

She walked in through her home, turning on a few lights and picking up her black string bikini that was hanging over the couch that sat in front of the window right in front of the pool area. She started unbuttoning her shirt, shaking her head gently as she let that slip to the floor, along with the black pants that she was wearing.

She stood there for a moment, looking around. The golden retriever that she had was pawing at the door, something she really had never seen him do. “We’ll go out in a second, Rusty” She said with a smile to the dog as she stripped herself free of her bra and thong, tossing them off to the side. Soon after they were off, her string bikini was on, the black contrasting with her pale skin, accenting her shape and her waist length black hair.

She stepped outside onto the patio, looking around for a moment, and then shrugging, Rusty at her side. She sighed softly, walking over to the pool and dipping her foot in. For how cold it was tonight, the water was amazingly warm. It wasn’t long before she was walking down the stairs of the pool, wading in to her waist.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Brian was very quiet and still as the light came on in the room overlooking the pool. 'Showtime,' he thought as he peered through his viewfinder. The dark evening blended him from being seen, and prayed that the glare from the lens of his digital camera didn't give him away.

At first, he couldn't recognize the gal on the other side of the glass. Her blond wig was replaced by flowing black hair going down her curvy back to her petite waist. Brian zoomed in using the lens to get a better view of her face, and while only getting initial profile views at first, when she took a long look at the pool outside, he knew he had in his view what everyone at Le Chiffre was hoping for.

What happened next was beyond anything Brian Marcuson-Williams could ever hope for. As he started to take frontal shots of the beautiful gal before him, he sat in awe as the dark-haired beauty began to shed her tight clothing. Before him, was a slender goddess in fair white skin, contrasted with her flowing black hair. Her body was now exposed, revealing (at least from what he could see) perfectly rounded and shaplely breasts. Realizing that this was a golden opportunity, he started snapping pictures. While continued to take shot after shot, he noted that she removed her bra and thong. 'Damn you, couch,' me quietly muttered, but soon subsided after noticing that she was exchanging the undergarments for swim wear. A small smile crossed Brian's lips as he continued to shoot.

Watching as the slender actress moved from the main room towards a door leading to the patio. When that door opened, a small flash of fear went across Brian's mind as something appeared that could ruin his evening: a golden retriever. Stopping his photo barrage, he tried to quiet himself, remaining absolutely still. Fixed on her through the viewfinder, she shrugged and proceeded to enter the pool The near edge of the pool was about 100 feet from the bushes that nested Brian, so he was sure he wasn't in any real danger. As she slipped into the water, thoughts began to linger, wished he could be around her, kissing in the water...

Brian shut that down by closing his eyes. Taking a quiet breath, he opened his eyes and continue to shoot the raven-haired vixen as the waded through the water.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza watched her golden retriever run off into the bushes, sniffing around, apparently intrigued in something. She shrugged it off, figuring it was one of their neighbor's cats that just so happen to run away again. She wouldn't be surprised. She shook her head gently. "Rusty get away from there!" She yelled, seeing as how the dog was wandering back a bit too far, and it didn't help that he was growling. She figured it wouldn't end well for the cat.

Once the dog had come out from the bushes did she relax, the tips of her long, raven tresses dipping into the surface of the luke warm water. She reached over, grabbing the neon orange inflatable raft that was floating along the surface of the water. She hopped up onto it, lying across the surface.

She just laid there, her eyes closed, the dim light reflecting off each droplet of water that ran down her smooth, pale skin. Every once and a while the sensation would make her shiver, her back arching ever so slightly against the surface of the raft. Her long hair had since fanned out around the surface of the water, licking at it gently.

Suddenly, Riza looked up, the sound of Rusty growling and barking once more jogged her from her daze. “Rusty!” She yelled, her legs dangling over the raft. She found the dog buried in the bushes. Something suddenly caught her attention, and her eyes grew wide. There was a glare coming from the bushes, not ten yards in front of her. She noticed, in the dim light of the pool, it was a camera.

“What the hell…?” Riza said softly, before noticing something else in the bushes. That’s what her dog was after. “DAMNIT!” She screamed, near running over to the edge of the pool and jumping out onto the slate pavement. She walked over to the bushes, pulling back a few branches, finding the man, and the rest of her dog. “Who the hell are you!?” Riza near screamed, her hands meeting her hips, her skin soaked from head to toe from her rushing over from the pool.

The look on her face just said she was livid, though, even the dim lighting couldn’t hide the dark red blush that tainted her pale cheeks.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Brian was lucky the first time that he was able to quiet himself, and the lovely gal managed to call back her dog. But his enthusiasm got the best of him trying to snap picture after picture, as the dog started to bark again, digging into the bushes.

Knowing he couldn't get out of this, he worked quickly. He popped out the video card from the camera, and was in the process of switching cards, when he heard her voice for the first time...

"Who the hell are you?" He knew that she couldn't be happy at the fact her decoy missed all but one of her targets.

Brian just popped in the empty card as she approached, her body wet from rushing out of the pool. She was a picture of innocence, her warm blushing cheeks, the wet, clinging bikini against her delicate skin. It wasn't the first time Brian was caught taking a picture he shouldn't have, so he played it cool.

"Well, miss, if you're dog would stop treating my jeans like a chew toy, I'd be happy to explain."

He looked right into her eyes for the first time, and in most cases, he didn't pay it any mind. But while it was hard to see the color from the dim light, there was something deep and mysterious about them. He could start feeling all warm and flushed, and his cheeks began to get warm.

'I can't...I have a job to do.' As disarming as he could, he tried to get up, the golden retriever making the cuff of his left jean leg shredded by the second.

"Um...I'm Brian, and I've been asked to take a few photos for a local paper." As he spoke, he felt that for the first time, he had to force the words out, as normally he just gave the line as easily as snapping the picture.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza’s blushing only got worse as the man spoke. She couldn’t help but zone out a bit as the man spoke, and after about the third minute of her dog tearing away at his leg, and the poor man’s leg shaking violently, did she shake her head. “Rusty!” She yelled, her eyes wide. “Come here boy” She said with a bit of a smile, bending over to hold the dog by the collar.

“I suppose you already know who I am…” She said with a bit of an un-amused tone in her voice. She didn’t mean to be so jumpy around the man, but his spying on her made her, to say the least, uneasy.

Rusty stood there growling at the man in a soft tone, his ears back against his head. “I-I’m sorry about him…” Riza said in a quiet tone, trying to make up for his torn pants. “I have some extra jeans that my driver had left here from my last gig…If you’d want them anyway…”

Her blushing had grown to a crimson red as she stayed crouching in front of him, her form holding onto her dog, trying to calm him down. “And…I…I’m sorry for being so jumpy…that was rude of me….”

She didn’t know why she was apologizing. He, after all, was the one sneaking onto her property. She stood, still holding onto the Golden Retrievers collar, her free hand reaching out to him. “I’m Riza…Though…I guess you already knew that one…”

With that, Riza turned, motioning for him to follow. “You can come in and change, I’ll make something for the two of us….you don’t mind wine do you?” She asked, though before he had time to answer, she added. “I’d like to ask you a few things about those pictures you took…For now…Just who are you working for…?” She asked as she stepped through the door from the patio.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Once she had called off her golden retriever, Brian did his best to steady himself and appear more confident. He started to gather his equipment carefully, as Rusty could snap at any moment, and make puppy chow out of him.

Brian did his best to study her features and expressions. Often, actors are trained to hide their emotions, but this gal didn't really seem to when they were this close up. She seemed genuine, which in this town won't get you a cup of coffee. Everyone in this 'City of Angels' has an angle, a hook, or an act that they portray every hour of every day just so that they don't scare away people, or they don't get preyed upon.

It was something Brian learned when he first got out here, and resented it ever since.

“I’m Riza…Though…I guess you already knew that one…” Brian did his best to appear like he knew. The truth was that several papers had been putting out huge bounties for a glimpse of this woman, which they didn't even know had a name. She was just 'that girl', that everyone wanted to see.

“I’d like to ask you a few things about those pictures you took…For now…Just who are you working for…?”

"Actually, I'm freelance. I'm not really specific to one particular publication. I just get paid for the work I do, and I must say miss Riza, if you plan on staying in this town, you might want to be a bit more careful around the pool."

As he followed her in, his uneasiness started to grown immensely. Not only was he making history as the first tabloid reporter to get the inside scoop, but the first gal that he wanted to be serious about getting to know. He dated here and there in college, but it always seemed to sour before things got serious. Either she would be disgusted at this sideline job that he did, or they wanted to spend all of his money, which he saw right through immediately. He wanted a gal to have substance, character, and energy, which this woman seemed to have plenty of.

Brian noticed the sheer elegance of her place. While there were the usual balconies and spiral staircases, it had a very quaint feel to it. Her fingers pointed to the direction of a small homestyle kitchen, whiere Brian followed.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza nodded lightly, letting the dog go and walking over to the kitchen herself, walking into the laundry room that came right from the kitchen. “Just make yourself at home…” She called from the room. A few moments later she returned into the kitchen, a pair of jeans in hand.

“These are alright, right…?” She asked, holding them up to him. She smiled a bit, walking over and setting them on the counter. “Oh for god’s sake will you relax…?” She smirked. “I don’t bite outside of the bedroom.”

She winked and then turned, walking over to the cabinet and pulling out two glasses, then reaching down into the wine holder in the corner of the counter. “So you do free-lancing right…?” She asked with a smile, looking back to him every once and a while. “Anyone that find’s your pictures particularly pleasing…?”

She meant to ask who may seem to have a tendency to buy from him. If she was going to get the pictures that he had taken back, she would have to keep her options open. “Have you done any for playboy? Cuz if you have, I would want those pictures back right now.” She laughed softly to herself. She was sure this man wouldn’t go that far to sell his pictures, though…she wouldn’t be shocked if he ended up selling a few to them. The paparazzi was a vicious thing.

She walked back over a moment later, two glasses in hand. She set one in front of him, then one where she was sitting on the counter, opposite from him. She sat and placed her hand in the palm of her hand, looking up to him. “Other then this…stalking poor innocent little girls, what else do you like to do…?” Her playful smirk stayed painted on her lips as she spoke, and even as he waited for his answers.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

“Other then this…stalking poor innocent little girls, what else do you like to do…?”

Brian loathed the fact that his camera was the only reason that gas was in the Harley, he ate mac-and-cheese four nights a week, and once a month, he got to have a steak.

"Actually, this is only a stepping stone. I study Print Journalism at USC. This only really pays the bills." Generally when he mentions he's one of those 'tabloid photo-journalists' (when he could stomach the idea), the smart ones didn't call back for the second date and the parasites are all about who he's met. "As for who gets these pictures, I haven't really decided yet. There are a lot of publications that are looking for what I have in that camera."

He took a sip of wine, which was very robust in its flavor, and not dry. Normally, the celebrities are all about the champagne, in their quick transcendence to inebriation. But, from the amount of traffic this small kitchen has seen, it appears she spends a decent amount of time here. Made sense, seeing as the major tabloids were throwing a huge amount of money and this would be one of the safest places to be. As he watched her, the blush slowly disappearing from her cheeks, another flash thought ran through his mind...

This time, the visage was of the two of them in a bedroom. It was probably hers, as the bed was spacious and the sheets looked gentle and smooth. He entered the thought as the two of them were passionately kissing, their hands, fingertips, and lips all over each other, exploring and savoring each other. Brian could feel Riza gently nibbling and gently biting him when he snapped back into the kitchen. He quickly looked around, and tried to come up with another subject.

"So, besides the film, what would bring a nice English gal over to this side of the pond?" Taking another sip of wine, he was studying her now, and feeling a lot bolder about the situation he was in.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

“Hmmmm so they got that much about me so far have they?” She said with a bit of a chuckle. “This is all off the record right?” She asked softly, her eyes blinking slowly as she took another sip from her glass, gently setting it down on the counter once she was finished.

“Well…” She started, shrugging a bit. “My ex had tried to convince me to come over a few years ago, he had a job that he was transferring from. We split and so I started auditioning for random plays and such that popped up around the country.” She smiled a bit. “One just so happened to be for that movie you mentioned. It was my first gig. So after filming for a bit over there, they sent me over here, seeing as how much of my time would be spent here anyway.”

She shrugged once more, taking another sip of her wine. She noticed that he was zoning out a lot, though once he started looking her over, she smirked. “Would you want me to go get out of the bikini or would you want to do that yourself with your eyes?” She asked with a soft laugh.

The dog had settled down and now rested in the living room that branched out from the kitchen. Riza smiled a bit and stood, walking over and sitting on the couch. “That’s about it really, no big tragedy or anything like that. Doesn’t make a very interesting story.” She smiled and slid her hand to the space next to her, motioning for him to come sit.

“How about you, how did you get into this business?” She asked, her legs crossing over one another as she sat there, taking a few more sips of her wine. Her still wet hair clung to her exposed skin, a few stray strands clinging to what was showing of her breasts.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

As Riza walked over to the couch, Brian couldn't help but look at her near-perfect curvature. He was a leg man, and Riza's slender legs were long and finely toned. Finishing up the glass, he slowly made his way over to the couch, taking his bag with him. He knew he was feeling something from that delicious wine, but tried to be as gentleman as a semi-drunk papparazzi could be.

Brian took a seat next to the lovely woman, still wet from her brief jaunt in the pool, completely unaware that he was scanning up and down her delicious body. "I would have to say...that story was the most...honest I've heard out here. Most wanna-be actresses would fluff their stories. I can believe yours, even if you think it's rather bland." His green eyes met her dazzing, yet mysterious gaze, and Brian grinned widely. He knew the alcohol was a bit much for him, but he thought he was playing it well. Inching closer to her, his hand appeared to be reaching for her knee, but instead grabbed a glossy binder that was covered in the book.

"Since you were kind enough to give me your story, it's only fair I tell you mine," he declared, as he opened up the cover of the book. The first pages were all black and white photos, some of them were of nearby landscapes, others were of people and their emotions. There was joy, anguish, sorrow, and warmth all captured in the essences of the faces and body shots.

"I started at USC about three years ago, looking to get into the newspaper business. Since there's a better market for photo-journalists, I traded my car in for a digital camera, and started taking these."

The next shots were in color. Some had a frosted glow, like one where the light is coming through the trees mid-day, while others had clear, defining images, like a lady looking out of a coffee house, and faintly seeing her reflection.

"Still, it does take money to stay in this part of the world, hence the 'tabloid photography'. What I really want, however, is a woman to allow me to do a professional shoot for her. Someone with emotion, warmth and intelligence. I'm sure she's out there, somewhere."

Closing the book and setting it back by the bag, he leaned closer to her, mere inches from the goddess before him.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza smiled as she contently watched him sit on the couch next to her. Seeing that his glass was empty, as her’s was, she smiled. “Do you want any more?” She asked, though held her tongue as he started talking.

The whole time she listened quite contently, nodding every now and again, her eyes taking in almost everything about the photo’s. He really was quite good, Riza particularly liked the black and white photographs.

She was so wrapped up in his voice and the photo’s that she didn’t even realize he was inching ever closer to her, that was until she looked up, her lips mere inches away from his. She blushed a bright red, her eyes blinking a few times.

Slowly, she reached over, grabbing his glass and her’s, then slipping from him, though not before gently kissing his cheek. Her blush was burning into her pale flesh though, she couldn’t hide that.

Once more she went over to the counter, placing both glasses down and reaching for the bottle of wine once more. She was beginning to feel the drink in her system, though she figured she wouldn’t be going much of anywhere tonight, so why not?

After filling both glasses near to the brim, she put the cork back into the bottle and walked back over, her hips swaying lightly with each step she took. She handed him his glass, then sat once more, moving back to close the gap between them to what it had been before she stood.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Watching her slip away back into the kitchen, Brian was a bit confused, most decidedly from the alcohol. Still, it was damn good wine.

'I'm not usually like this. I'm usually more of a second date person,' he thought. 'Why her? Could she be the one I'm looking for?'

Brian leaned back on the couch to think about it. She's been in town a few weeks and evaded the jackals for that long. And he was going to break that cycle. 'Tough call...'

Watching as she returned with wine glasses full, he knew he had to decide, and quickly. Handing him his glass and taking a drink before her, he made his choice. He set the glass on the table behind the couch, and leaned in for a soft and tender kiss.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza smiled down at the man as she sat once more, and was just about to get up to start the fire in the fireplace, when she felt his lips on her’s. She blinked and blushed a bright red, and was instantly ushered back into her seat. Her body trembled lightly, unsure of what she was doing.

A moment passed, and slowly, their lips parted. Her eyes were closed tightly, and as he pulled back, she opened them once more; they were dimmed lightly in something she guessed near pleasure.

As he pulled away, she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him back into her, her lips meeting his once more. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and fell into her lap, the ends licking at her exposed skin. She held his kiss for a moment more, and then smiled a bit, leaning back.

“I never said you had to stop…” She said, referring to his first contact. She still had her arms around his neck, and as she spoke, her lips slowly and gently caressed his, the two barley touching. A light smile had found her lips as well, and as she sat there, her body moved closer to his, pressing into him gently.

She knew that she was being awfully foreword, but at this point she didn’t really care. She felt one strap of her bikini fall to her upper thigh, and with this blushed a bit more, her eyes peering up to his. “I hope I’m not making you un-conferrable.” She said in a quiet voice, her eyes looking up to his as she spoke, barley above a whisper.

Her fingertips slowly and gently started caressing the back of his neck, prodding underneath his shirt a bit. “I’m not…am I…?” She asked in a darkly innocent voice, almost too innocent for the situation.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

"Not at all, darling. I'm feeling quite comfortable in your arms." This boldness was somewhat new, as he didn't take the lead this early into getting to know someone. His past two interests didn't make it this far, so he was a bit out of practice.

But not far enough out of practice to covertly remove the other strap, along with the knot holding the sides of her top. Pulling back slightly as they touched, he allowed the fabric covering her delicious breasts fall to her lap. As he felt her flushed skin against his own, desire began to grow from within himself as well.

Brian places his hands at the bottom of her naked torso, and began to move up her soft and delicate skin. Shivering slightly at his touch, me moved slower, as he parted his lips and felt her tongue rush in to meet his. His hands moved up to her lovely breasts, and cupped them in her hands. 'All natural', he thought, as a smile cross his lips between kisses. He began to pinch one nipple, as well as massage the areola of the other. Hearing a small moan coming from the lovely woman, he knew he was doing something right. Gently, he pulled away, to get another look at the beautiful woman, flushed in embarrasment and desire.

"You look cold, dear. Why don't you turn on the fireplace?" Riza stood up to turn on the fireplace, as Brian quickly slipped out of his button shirt and tank top. As she returned to him, the image of her walking in front of the fireplace was intensely erotic; the red and orange flames contrasting against her raven hair, now down around her light alabaster skin. She took her place on his lap now, her swim suit bottom against the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Your ex was a fool, Riza. You are too beautiful of a woman to give up." He felt swells of admiration and lust at the visage before him, an angel bathed in the glow of orange and red flames.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza couldn’t help but moan to the feeling of his fingers sent prodding at her breasts. Her back was arched and her fingertips dug lightly into his shoulders. She couldn’t believe that she was letting him do this, for it hadn’t been two hours, and she was already sitting in this man’s lap.

To his request about the fire, she did as she was told. In truth, she wasn’t shivering from being cold, she was shivering from sheer arousal in itself. Her form slowly and reluctantly left his, stepping over the dog, and moving to crouch in front of the fireplace. It took a few tries, but she finally got a fire started.

No sooner had the flames sprung up, she was back on his lap, her lips slowly and gently kissing along his neck. Softly, she heard his voice, her blush only got worse.

"Your ex was a fool, Riza. You are too beautiful of a woman to give up."

Riza blinked and blushed a bright red, her eyes staring up to him. “I…” She couldn’t finish a thought, a few times she tried, only to be sent into another stutter and eventually falling silent.

After a short lived moment, her lips met his once again, her back was arched, and her fingers were entwined with his hair. She knew she couldn’t say anything to that, so for the moment, she let her actions speak what she was desperately trying to say.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

Brian felt her lips press against his, trying to understand what she was trying to get across where words seemed to fail. He felt feverish as their lips and tongues met each other, looking briefly at her flushed cheeks at his last statement. His hands began to gently knead her arched back, loving the sensation of her soft skin against his gentle and delicate hands. As he did this, Brian felt pressure against his hips, as Riza began to grind against his torn jeans.

While her lovely hips began to buck against him, Brian could feel the swelling from his burgeoning cock, begging, pleading for release. She was so beautiful, and yet there was...sometihng. 'She could be the one to define your life, tabloid or otherwise,' he thought as they continued to kiss and explore.

After a good couple minutes of groping and kissing, Brian felt it was time. Pulling away from her slightly, he glanced deep into her lovely eyes, sparkling with a passion and yearning that he thought wasn't possible with him until just now. Taking another sip of wine, the last remnants of his inhibitions were drowned in a pretty good vintage. What he said next defined his intentions for the lovely young woman.

"Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable, my darling? The couch would hardly be a proper place for a lady like yourself to be made love to."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

"Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable, my darling? The couch would hardly be a proper place for a lady like yourself to be made love to."

Riza could only smile, blush and nod to his words. He seemed to know just what to say to her to get her to squirm. In a way, she couldn't wait to find out what else he could do to force on that same reaction. Slowly, her form rose from his, and one of her hands met his, her fingers entwining with his. She pulled him up and started walking towards the front entrence of the home.

Once there, she quickly made her way up the stairs that laid off to one side. She smiled back to him as they reached the top, a light blush still lacing her cheeks.

To one side of the hall was a double doored room, both were shut of course. Down the hall were numberous other doors, though nothing out of the ordenary. Then to the other side was a den like room, completly open. Riza went to the side with the double doors.

Once opened, one could see it was the master bedroom. The colors of the room were rather dark; a crimson red, black, and gold. Riza smiled a bit and let his hand go, shutting the door lightly and locking it. She knew no one really would come here save for Mike, of which she doubted this late at night.

 

[Lone_Wanderer]

As she lead him up the stairs, his feelings of desire changed slightly to that of slight apprehension. Understandable, as he certainly didn't want to have "performance issues" with his lovely partner.

The pair made their way up the stairs, Riza leading the way. Brian watched her graceful form, ascending the stairway with her slender and graceful calves and thighs. Brian couldn't help but slyly put the tip of his tongue against his upper lips, his intentions being made known by the vintage in his veins. He noticed that the redness in her cheeks was lessening, perhaps a sign that Brian was becoming less of a threat to her.

Looking down the vast hall of doors, his thoughts wandered yet again. This time, his thoughts began to envision himself and the lovely Riza, in various positions, "breaking in" each room to their sexual escapades. The lustful wishes were becoming more transparent, as Riza probably noticed the sly grin that crossed his lips.

When she opened the door leading into the master bedroom, Brian's vision had to adjust, making the bed out just faintly. The vision soon corrected, allowing him to see the dark red, black, and gold. Brian faintly heard two clicks behind him, and noticed that Riza had locked the door. Whatever Brian was in for, he wasn't getting away.

He turned around to hold Riza in his arms after she had sealed him into her sanctuary. Feeeling arms around his neck, he leaned in and gave the lovely woman another kiss, his hands around her waist for the moment. As their kiss began to increase in passion, Brian noticed that only one hand was now around his neck and his belt was being loosened. Riza was in for a surprise as underneath his khaks, he was fully aroused. In turn, Brian traced two fingers around her petite waist, then lightly pulling the straps that held her bikini bottom, then hearing it lightly fall to the floor, along with his khakis, which she had skillfully done one-handed.

Pulling away from the kiss, he could see in the dim light of the room that her cheeks had become fully flushed, now being totally naked in his sight. Putting her hand over his heart, he kissed her again, as they made their way to the bed.