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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"Do you want me to show you," he said, shifting over her just a bit, pulling back so he could look at her face and lift a brow in silent question. "Or do you want me to guide you, so you know?"

"Guide me:"

There's no hesitation there. The last thing hat Adaline wants him to think this that she's uncertain. She's figured out how to let go and now? Now there's nothing holding her back.

He went back to kissing her. He couldn't get enough of kissing her.

He brought one of her hands back up from his ass to his chest again, guiding it a bit more heavily than it had been when she first touched him. He covered her hand, guiding the weight and pressure for a moment, so she got a feel for how to handle him, as he eased them into reversing their positions--a slow shift, him on his back with her just over top of him.

He slid her other hand around a little more slowly, cautiously. He didn't doubt her conviction. "It's like touching yourself," he said, softly, against her lips.

Her fair hair slips forward to brush against his chest as she touches him, as she squeezes his breast a little harder than she might without prompting, pinching his nipple between her fingers. Her other hand slips between his legs, a light touch at first, drained to tease. Her face flushed at how hot and wet she finds him.

"I can manage that," she says.

He arched up to kiss her, enthusiastic, deep, hungry. That he could keep passionate and burning, even as her hands were hesitant and exploratory for a moment. He let his legs fall apart, an invitation as much as it was a request. He did not let himself wonder what it would be like if he had the body like any other man's, what he hand would feel like on his cock; he had a body that was his own, and her fingers were long and graceful, for the moment teasing but not uncertain even in their curiosity.

"Do you like to be talked to?" Adaline teases, smudging kisses along his jaw to his ear, taking her hand off his breast so she can catch her weight on one bent arm. Between his legs, her hand turns my certain. Adaline presses her thumb against his clit, rubbing, teasing, circling with another finger before she slides it inside.

"I do, but," Krem said, and then the sense was knocked out of him for a moment as she shifted above him, as she kissed along his jaw, as her hand grew less cautious and more familiar. He tilted his head back, letting out a noise somewhere between a swear and a sigh.

He licked his lips and laughed, softly, because he was about to sound positively ridiculous. "But I'm particular about it? Like being told I'm doing well, more than having my body talked about."

He says it like it's silly but it makes perfect sense to Adaline. She nods, her lips brushing against his ear as she starts to fuck him more surely with that single finger, her thumb smudging in slow circles.

"What about if I told you all the things you can do to me," she says, teasing. "What if I told you that I'm sure once isn't going to be enough?"

She could blame it on the wine talking. But she won't.

He groaned, softly, half from her finger and thumb moving as they were and half from her silky voice sliding over him, a siren call, luring him into disaster that he was powerless to avoid.

He smudged his lips against her long neck, scraping his teeth without marking.

"I would be more than happy to hear what you have in mind for us next time, Adaline."

She slides another finger in alongside the first, keeping up the friction of her thumb stroking against his clit.

"Whatever you do, I want you to hold me down while you do it," she breathes.

He shivered a little bit, his eyes sliding closed, letting the very thought of it wash over him, letting her warmth and her touch wash over him. He arched his hips up to her touch, rocking gently against her fingers.

"Would that be, facing me," he breathed against her neck, scraping his teeth again, "or facing the bed?"

"God, you're so good," says Adaline, tipping her head back took cr his mouth more room at her throat. "Which would you prefer?"

"I get options?" Krem laughed, a little breathlessly, and he took a moment from contemplating the idea of the various ways that Adaline could be held and how she would look strewn across her bed, or across his bed, in favor of nuzzling at her neck intently, his kisses a little heavier, asking silently for permission to leave a mark.

"You get anything you want," says Adaline, laughing breathlessly. She groans softly, nudging his mouth a little lower so that any marks he leaves won't be visible when she's dressed. "I'm convinced."

He let himself be guided, and bit up a mark where she had led him to. Her skin tasted softly of sweat, and he could still smell the slight musk and heat of sex around her; he groan, jumping his hips up to her touch.

He kissed back up to her throat, gently. "I think I'd want to see you both ways. Any way you would let me have you, really. You're lovely from every angle."

"Right now, I'd let you have me any way you suggested," admits Adaline, and she ducks her head, kissing down his chest, hard muscle giving way to the slightly more yielding breast. Her lips brush against his nipple, teasing.

"You're not the only one," Krem said, a breathless laugh leaking out. He ran a hand through her hair, arching his chest toward her mouth, shivering a little. Her teasing was overwhelming in the best kind of way, driving him up and near the edge of things, but never quite pushing him over.

Adaline teases his nipple with the tip of her tongue, with the edges of her teeth, rocking her fingers into him more surely now, rubbing his clit faster, firmer, exactly how she knows she likes herself.

"I think," she says, her tone calculated, breathy, pitched low, "I'd like you to hold me down and make me come until I'm all but begging you to stop."

"And," Krem asked, his own voice getting a little breathy, cracked around the edges; he couldn't even find the breath to be embarrassed about the way it was fraying, "should I go gently with you? Tease you through it as well as I go slowly? Or--y-yes, like that--is it better when it's hard?"

He wanted, really, to ask if he should use his hands, if he should use his tongue. Or if she might prefer him to have his hands on her body, to fuck her as best he was able.

Adaline takes the encouragement and keeps doing exactly what she's doing, fucking him with her fingers, teasing him with lips and tongues and teeth.

"Oh, hard, I think," she says, laughing against his skin. "Make me remember you tomorrow."

"Maker," Krem breathed, a laugh chasing the soft expletive. He pressed himself toward her, shifting a little, rearranging their legs until one of her thighs was between his and he could rock against it as well as her hand.

"Well, now you're giving me all sorts of ideas," he said, kissing to her lips again and kissing her thoroughly for a moment; then across her cheek to gently nip her ear. "None of which seem polite to address on the first date."

Adaline rocks her hips to meet his, keeping her fingers moving inside him, propped up on her elbow so that she can look down into his face as they move against each other. Her eyebrow quirks.

"Oh?" she says, voice edged with laughter. "And what if I want to know?"

"Mmn, maybe you can just start listing off ideas," Krem said, grinning now, almost wishing her hand wasn't between them so he could feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt pressed up against his.

Maybe it was time to invest in a new toy.

"And if you get close to what I was thinking, I'll let you know."

"Oh, no," says Adaline, shaking her head, pausing with her fingers still buried inside him but gone entirely still. "You don't get off that easily, Sir."

She laughs. God, she feels the youngest that she has in years.

He whined, swearing under his breath in his dialectic, filthy accent, knowing she wouldn't understand it--or hoping, anyway. His hips arched, eager for more, uncontrollable for a moment, before he settled himself back on the bed.

He closed his eyes, a flush moving rapidly over his face. "I was...thinking about your ass."

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