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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He'd been so confident before and this moment of hesitation opens something soft and tender in Adaline's chest. She sits up, leaning to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, letting a little heat blossom there, a little desire.

"I just want you to be comfortable," she says, gently.

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He sighed out, a bit gustily. It was not quite a laugh, but it might have wanted to have been. Like with taking his slacks off, it was a less graceful strip to get out of his shorts. But the quiet assurance, the contact of her mouth so near to his, was a balm.

And then, there was just the two of them. He smiled, soft and open.

"Well. Here's me."

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Adaline leans back for a moment, gives him the scrutiny, the attention, that he deserves. She lets out a little breath and smiles at him.

"There you are," she says.

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"Not much, I know," he said, scrubbing his fingers at the short hair on the back of his head. He was aware of his strange liminality. Too hard to be soft and tender, like she was; shaped all wrong to be taken seriously, right now, like any other man would be. It made for a strong sort of moment.

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"Don't do that," says Adaline gently, and then she leans in, cradling his face in both hands and pulls her in for a kiss, soft and lingering. She leans in until her nipples brush against his chest. "Not on my account."

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"Mmn, you'll have to excuse me," Krem said, smiling just a little as he let himself be pulled into the kiss. One of his hands cupped her jaw gently, but the other boldly went to her side, sliding up steadily until he could cup her breast and squeeze. "I'm not always in the company of such radiant people."

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Adaline made a soft, dismissive sound against his mouth, arching her back to push into his hand. She slips one arm around his neck, holding him to the kiss.

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He made no further sound of protest or disagreement, no attempt to inform her that he was correct in his assessment--he was, obviously. But he did happily deepen the kiss, shifting his hand to rub his thumb against her nipple, teasing and tugging at it gently.

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Adaline's hand slid up Krem's side, the pad of her thumb grazing against his nipple as they kiss. She nips at his lip, sucking lightly, aware of the lingering, rolling heat under her skin.

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There was another soft, gusty sigh as her hand moved, as her kiss became a little more aggressive. He arched his chest, pressing his chest into her touch and using his heavier weight to press them both back down onto the bed.

If he straddled her thigh, he knew, she would be able to feel how wet his cunt was. She was not hesitant about the look of his body, but the boldness of that contact seemed too much, no matter how much he wanted to be as close to her as he could manage. No matter how much his body longed to be pressed right up against her, slipping and grinding against hers until they were both breathless.

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"Show me what feels good," says Addie between hungry kisses, pressing up to meet Krem wherever she can, her hands roaming down his sides to cup his ass, squeezing. "I want to know."

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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

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"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.

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"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."