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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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?"

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.