for Krem

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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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There was something about a graceful woman atop him like this that always managed to make him feel him alight. Krem didn't have a lot of experience with it, but the experience that he did have proved it an awfully concrete fact. He sighed against Adaline's mouth as she slid his fingers into his hair, one of his own gently carding into hers as well as he kept on with the kiss.

The other fell back down to her knee, now on the fabric of her skirt, rubbing gently. He was not quite bold enough to dip underneath. Not yet at least.

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"This is a lot more involved than I was expecting when you mentioned a kiss good night," she says, biting her lip as she looks down at him, her hair tousled over one shoulder. She shifts her hips a little in his lap, alcohol making her feel loose and bold.

He's handsome and he smells good and Adaline takes another kiss just because she can.

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"This is a bit more than I had intended when I meant a kiss good night," he confessed, his hands pausing in their spots, enjoying the warmth and weight of her across his lap as he darted his tongue across his lip briefly. "We can stop, if you'd like. We're both adults."

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She hears it then, clear as day - how Ellis had sounded when he told her to let go.

"I don't want to stop," she says. God, she hopes he doesn't want to.

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"Then I would very much like to keep kissing you, Adaline. And anything else that might come out of that, until you tell me to stop." Krem smiled as he spoke, his nose brushing up alongside Adaline's, and his lips brushing against hers. The hand he had on her knee started to move again, slow, stroking up and down her thigh over the skirt of her dress. Everything was a slow caution for a moment, waiting for her permission.

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Everything is so slow, so careful. Adaline slides her hand over the top of his, shifts her hips again, presses closer. She's got no interest in restraint.

"I've been thinking about this since my second glass of wine," she admits.

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"Oh," he sighed against her mouth, not really a response to her words so much as the way she moved, the weight of her warm hand on top of his, the whole mess of it. He smiled. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one. I was worried I was being presumptuous."

His hand slid up to her hip, squeezing a moment before he gently slid it from under the weight of her palm, going back to her knee but, this time, touching the fragile fabric of her stocking instead.

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"No," she says, shaking her head. "I don't think so." Her breath catches at the warmth of his palm so close to her skin, a deep, warm vibration going through her whole body, ending up right between her legs. Ellis made her feel like this but, before that, it had probably been the 60s. She'd shut herself off for so long.

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His smile stayed now, but he let himself fall to silence, more intent on simply kissing her than anything else. It was a learning curve, figuring out how to kiss with his piercing when he hadn't been able to over the past month.

He moved his hand slowly and gently up from her knee and along her thigh, feeling the gentle flex of the muscle as he worked his way up her leg. Now, the slowness was a care for her clothing more than anything else. He'd feel terrible if he caused a run in his haste. Gently, he squeezed at her thigh.

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Adaline thinks of Molly Bloom then, randomly - her acquiescence, her yes I said yes I will. She doesn't say anything, too absorbed in cradling Krem's face and kissing him deeply, but every shift and sway of her body is just meant to urge him on.

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Krem slid his hand up above the line of her stocking and found warm, soft skin then. He hummed softly against Adaline's mouth, squeezing again, his thumb rubbing intimately, just a touch of pressure at the sinuous bit of thigh leading up from the top of her stocking and toward the apex of her thighs.

Her garter straps sat beneath his palm and he was thankful, at least, for a practical upbringing. It was easy to shift his hand and unhook her stocking, in the front, and then in the back, sliding his hand, then, up the back of her thigh toward her ass.

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"Wow," she says, laughing a little against his mouth as she rocks forward onto her knees a little, giving him all of the room he wants as his hand slides up the back of her thigh. He's got good hands, his palms a little rough. "That was smooth."

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"Glad to not be a complete let down so far," Krem said, only sputtering a little bit. He leaned his head back, just for a moment, just to smile at her. He slipped his other hand up under her skirt as well, keeping his gaze serenely on her face, as he unclipped those straps as well.

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"So far, so good," she says, tracing the line of his bottom lip with her thin, touching the piercing lightly with the pad of her thumb as she looks down at him, holding the position on her knees to give him better access to her stockings. It has the unlooked for side effect of all but presenting her breasts to him.

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He kissed her thumb gently, a small, gently wet gesture, before he leaned in a bit to kiss her jaw, her neck, and slowly down toward her collarbone. He kept his hands discrete under her dress, shifting her skirt around just a bit so that it fell over his knees and accommodated a whole array of movement underneath it. Most of those movements largely involved him gently trailing his nails up and down the back of her thighs, from stockings to panties, as he kissed, slowly, toward the swell of her breasts.

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If she stopped to think about it, it might be amusing - how carefully he places his hands. She's so lost, though, in the press of his mouth against her skin, the scrape of his nails against bare thighs. She pushes her fingers into his hair, twisting her wrist to pull, just a little.

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The tug on his hair pulled a groan out of Krem, soft against Adaline's skin, and he found himself squeezing at her legs again, brief and a little harder than he'd meant, his fingers curled into the softness of her thighs and his nose pressed against her breast. He was aware, after a moment, that it was a little ridiculous, and he laughed at himself, before tilting his head back and smiling at her.

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The squeeze, the moment when his hands tighten, is good and she finds herself grinning down at him, wanting more of that.

"Too much?"

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"No, it's good," Krem assured, smiling up at her still, just taking the moment to admire her. He was having one of those rare, visceral moments, wishing her could have this moment with her like any other man would, but he knew it would pass. Those moments always did.

"It's good. I like it." He squeezed her thighs again, then shifted one of his hands around to the front of her thigh, just exploring under her skirt, feeling her out, watching her face as he touched her leg, her hip, just under the waistband of her petticoat. He avoided her panties almost entirely, except for touching her ass, now deliberately acting like a tease again.

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She combs her fingers through his hair, holding his eye as he looks at her. She tugs lightly at his hair again, her other hand holding his chin while she bends her head to take a kiss, deliberately ignoring the light, teasing touches under her skirt.

"What else do you like?"

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"I like a lot of things," Krem said, not trying to be cryptic, but simply because he hadn't thought of it very much. He hadn't narrowed things down to just a select few things that he liked or didn't like. In fact, he hadn't encountered anything that he didn't like, yet.

Finally, boldly, he picked up his voice again. "I like being between a woman's thighs."

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That sends a rumble of heat through Adaline. She looks down at him, tracing her thumb across his mouth again, rocking her hips down against him a way that's much bolder, lewder, than before.

"So far so good," she says.

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He kissed at her thumb again, then at her palm, and under her skirt, he shifted his hands to gently assess the layout of her undergarments sat against her skin. He'd hate to stretch anything out that he didn't need to, with her straddling his lap as she was. On the other hand, he had a mighty need, now, with her squirming about on his lap, to act more boldly as well.

"...maybe we should take this to the bedroom? We can see what else I can give a good night kiss to."

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Adaline thinks about that for a moment and then, gently, carefully, she disengaged herself from him. Her stockings start to sag down, which isn't the sexiest that she's ever felt, but she just ignores that, focuses on the way that he's looking at her as she holds out her hands.

"You were doing very well," she says, a touch reproachfully, "But that was dreadful."

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Even though she was reaching for him, Krem let himself have an anxious moment that he'd let things go sideways. He did his best to keep a cheerful look on his face; there was no way sourness would improve the mood.

"Can I blame it on the wine, or is it a bit late for that at this point?"