juststopped | for Krem

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for Krem

It isn't the first time she's ended up somewhere she didn't necessarily intend. In private, she's done her fair share of crying over Flemming - she misses her daughter like a part of her, even after so many years - but in public, she's decided to put a brave face on it. After he'd delivered her to her apartment, Krem had told her that he'd be happy to take her for dinner, once she felt more settled. Adaline's done a little bit to make the apartment her own. She's gone back to the place that Sam bought her and put together a capsule wardrobe that's a sad shadow of her guest room back in San Francisco. She is, in short, trying. And that has to count for something.

It's the middle of the afternoon when she texts Krem.

Dinner would be nice - Adaline.

They arrange to meet at a place that Adaline's walked past a few times. It's not a particularly showy place, but she does make an effort, putting on a dress with a full skirt that reminds her of something she might have bought new in the fifties. She does her hair and make-up. She considers heels for a long time and then decides to wear them anyway. Krem strikes her as someone who doesn't lack for confidence, quiet though it seems to be.

She's a little late when she steps into the restaurant, shrugging out of her coat to let the hostess check it for her.

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"I'll let you blame it on the wine," she says, wiggling her fingers, waiting for him to take her hands. "And it's in no way enough to make me kick you out, so...let's keep going."

He didn't let himself hesitate anymore on the matter; there was no point to it. He took her hands gently and got to his feet, pulling her gently down as he leaned up to meet her in a quick, hungry kiss. Simply because they were both there, and they both could, and she looked lovely.

Her head spins, a combination of the kiss and the wine, the warmth in the apartment. She lets the kiss linger for a moment and then she turns, keeping one hand loosely tangled with his as she starts to lead him in the direction of the bedroom. Everything in there is deliberately clean and neat, white sheets turned back on the bed. Adaline lets go of his hand and gathers her hair over one shoulder, turning her back to him.

"Unzip me?"

In the bedroom, he spared only a brief look around. It was like most of the bedrooms he'd been in in Darrow--which hadn't been very many at all--in that it was sparse and utilitarian, and she was still working to make it her on. He was much more interested in her, anyway.

He unzipped her, proficient with that as he had been with her garter straps. He leaned in, as the dress parted across her back, and kissed the arch of her spine gently.

His lips on the skin of her back make her shiver. She still favours the kind of underwear that was fashionable in her youth, structured, containing; she's worn bathing suits that show more skin. She slips her dress down off her shoulders, lets it slip down to pool around her feet.

Her breath catches.

He continued to kiss her back gently, his hands skating the contour of her sides, feeling out the rigidity of her shapewear, down to her petticoat still sitting at her hips. He pushed that down as well, to join her her dress at her feet. Then, slowly, he stepped around her to stand in front of her and lead her to her bed.

His hands on her shoulders were a reach, but a gentle pressure to sit her down on the edge of her bed, and then he knelt down beside her. He was gentle, working her stockings off slowly so they wouldn't run, and leaning in to kiss at her legs and each exposed inch of skin that came along after.

She stands still, lets him touch her however he wants and then, when she sits down on the bed, she leans her weight back on her hairs and spreads her knees, making room to accommodate him between her thighs. She bites her lip as she looks down at him, his touches so considerate, so careful.

First one stocking, and then the other, was slowly slipped from her long, fair legs, and Krem was left kneeling between when he was done. He looked up at her in her lingerie, lounging back on the heels of her hands, before he pressed his lips back to the inside of her thigh. Slowly, he worked his lips, kissing and nibbling, up her leg.

"I could get used to this," says Adaline, low, lazy heat burning in her cheeks as Krem's mouth works up the inside of her thigh. She reaches out with one hand, tousling fingers through his hair again.

Krem laughed, soft and warm and lazy, as he brought his hands up. It was easy enough to curl his fingers into the waistband of her panties now, though he hand to pull back from his kisses for the moment.

"Lift your hips?" He could lift them for her, on either side, or both at once, but he was sure the arch of her body would be just as glorious as every other move she'd done all night long, and he wanted to be able to move her panties down while she lifted off the bed.

Adaline does exactly as she's asked with liquid grace, lifting her hips off the bed, her weight pressed back onto her hands on the bed. She's blushing as she does it and she lets her head fall back to hide it, a little, looking up at the ceiling as he hooks his fingers over the waistband of her panties.

He was blushing a little as well, and glad she was looking away by the time he really felt the heat in his face, watching the reveal of her body as he slid the garment down from his hips, down her thighs. When they reached her knees, he pressed her hips back down gently. When they reached her ankles, he pulled them off and tossed them to join the rest of her clothes with a smile, before gently pushing her knees apart again to accommodate him between them.

And there she is, on display, exposed. Her face flushes hot and she looks up at him, biting her lip over a grin. Her presses her knees apart, spreads her legs wider and she's so wet that it feels like she has to be radiating so much heat that he'll be able to feel it. She bites her lip, watching him, barely breathing for a moment. She's intensely aware of the press of fabric against her ribs, across her breasts, just highlighting how naked the rest of her is.

He ran his fingers up her legs slowly, those graceful, dancers calves and up her thighs, but he looked up her body, up at her face to assure himself he was still welcome, still wanted. He smiled at her, soft and a little nervous. Not to do this, but just the moment of worry of if he would be enough.

"Yes?" His hands stopped where her thighs bent into her hips, his thumbs treacherously close to her cunt. But he waited, poised and ready to move forward or pull back at her slightest word.

"Don't you dare stop," says Addie, breathing out with a laugh, sitting up for long enough to bend down and kiss him, just the corner of his mouth, his face cradled in her hands. "Please."

He leaned up to meet her kiss, thumbs pressing into her thighs gently, before he pulled back and went almost immediately between her thighs. The smell and heat of her enveloped him, and he lifted her knees gently up over his shoulders to get a better angle to press his mouth to her cunt with bold abandon and enthusiasm.

He lifts her thighs which has the effect of pushing her backwards until she's sprawled on the bed, her legs draped across his shoulders. Her senses are overwhelmed - the feel of the fabric of his shirt against her thighs, the firm pressure of his mouth against her, the bind of her underwear across belly and breasts.

She lifts both arms over her head, stretching idly, reveling in Krem's attentions.

He groaned, pressing his tongue intently against her, shifting his hands so that they cupped her thighs. He focused, for the moment, at the slickness of her cunt, tonguing into her slowly, teasingly, letting his nose graze against her clit with a sort of teasing, occasional pressure as rubbed up and down her legs.

Let go. Adaline lets her mind go completely blank, lets herself focus on nothing but the press of Krem's mouth, his tongue, the occasional brush of pressure against her clit, the slip-slide of his hand. She bites her lip, swallowing back a moan, not ready to be quite that demonstrative just yet.

He could hear her breath speeding up, feel the little tremors in her body, and she was so, so warm and wet under his tongue--but Krem, mistakenly perhaps, only had one other woman to compare this to. Adaline's hesitation and quiet worried him a little. He pulled back, just a little, teasing his mouth up to her clit, and then away from her entirely.

"Sit up," he murmured softly. He eased her legs off his shoulder and stood slowly so he could climb onto the bed as well. "I want to help you out of that. I want to see all of you..."

She makes a little, disappointed sound when he takes his mouth away from her, but she's flushed and smiling when she sits up to face him, naked from the waist down, still in her girdle and bra, her hair tumbled around her face like spun gold. She can feel her heartbeat between her legs. She sways in, as soon as he's on the bed and kisses him, groaning at the taste of herself on his lips.

He groaned into the kiss as well, hungry and deep in the way he kissed her now. He was as proficient in taking off her bra and girdle as he had been with the stockings or her panties, thankful for years of practice with his own shapewear and with removing Hild's undergarments the few times he'd gotten the opportunity. It made things go smoothly; no fumbling about.

He skated his fingers across her skin gently, tracing her hips and the tops of her thighs, inward to the very small bit of softness on her belly and then up, slowly, across her stomach. All of her was graceful and wonderful to touch. He paused his hands at her ribs, splaying his fingers wide just under the swell of both breasts, before he scooped his fingers gently upward, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

He moaned, softly, against her mouth, then laughed at his own rapture. "Shall I go back where I was, Adaline?"

"Oh, God, yes, please," says Adaline, blushing, laughing, cradling his face in her hands as he kisses her again. She feels worshipped by him, the way he touches her, the way he looks at her. It's so different than it was with Ellis, with William and, God, that's exactly what she needs right now. "Is it bad that I'm a little disappointed that you're not on your knees anymore?"

She bites her lip over a wicked little smile.

"I can go back to kneeling, if you prefer," Krem said. He adored the warmth and weight of her hands on his face, and he kept his own hands on her breasts as they discussed this, just for the moment. His thumbs moved, gently, over her nipples, coaxing them gently, not quite pinching but definitely driving them on.

"Whatever you'd like."

"Oh, goodness," says Adaline, biting her lip as he teases her nipples. She's intensely aware that, while he's still dressed, he's putting all of the power into her hands. It makes her feel a little dizzy, deliciously so. "On your knees," she says. "Please." She looks at him. "For now."

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