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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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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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."

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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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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"Oh, really?" asks Adaline, amused, looking down at his face, sure that she could stand to see that face again, that particularly expression. She shifts her hand, scissoring her fingers inside him but not moving, not fucking him. "What exactly were you thinking about my ass, Krem?"

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"Aaah...about. The face you might make..." He had to pause, squirming a little, as she worked her fingers like that inside him, not quite a tease, stretching and filling him like that. "Maker, Adaline. The face you'd make if I played with it, too."

His face felt on fire and drained of blood all at once, embarrassment rushing through his chest. He fidgeted with his lip ring. "...have you ever...?"

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Addie's free hand taps the flat of his thigh. She draws her fingers almost all of the way out of him before she presses them in again, as deep as she can.

"What kind of a question is that to ask a lady?" She says, eyebrows raised. "Have you?"

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He squeaked, and laughed at the light slap, but it melted into a shivering sigh of a moan as Adaline pressed her fingers into him deeply. He arched his back a bit, shivering, and nodded.

"Yes," he said, and blushed, though he was hardly shamed about it. "My ex was rather a fan of my backside."

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"You'll have to show me properly later so I can make my own mind up."

She returns to her task, fucking him deep and hard with her fingers, rubbing her thumb over his clit, trying to make him come with renewed vigor. "And, in answer to your question - once or twice."

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He laughed again, still breathless, and it whispered and melted away easily as she started moving her fingers more earnestly again. He shivered and arched, squirming a bit, rocking his hips to meet her slightly rough movements. With a smile, he filed the knowledge away for himself, in case they did, in fact, do this a second time.

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"I want to see you come for me," murmurs Adaline, her mouth close to his ear again as she fucks him with her fingers, as she rubs her thumb over his clit. She's throbbing herself, dripping wet but, in that moment, all of her attention is focused on him. "I know you want to give me what i want, Krem."

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He trailed his fingers, feather-light, down her ribs. His body was trembling and tight, close to the edge of things, and he strained toward that inevitable precipice, desirous and desperate for it.

He tilted his head back, exposing his neck, so near where her lips were brushing his ear. His pulse fluttered under his skin and he pressed his hips down against her hand, dripping around her fingers filthily.

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She kisses down his throat, her hips rocking against his, fingers sliding in and out as smooth and a regular as she can keep it. She sucks at his pulse, not hard enough to leave a mark but not far off.

"Come on," she urges. "I want it."

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"You can...leave a mark," he said, cautious, his tone belying the begging that his words wouldn't do. Around her fingers, he was starting to flex and tremble; his belly had gone tight with anticipation, his nipples pert with arousal. He brought his knee up between her thighs to rub at her gently, teasingly.

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She can feel the way he's tightened around her fingers, the way he's trembling. She doesn't say anything to him about it, mindful of what he told her before.

"Oh," she breathes, rocking her hips lazily against his leg, a counterpoint to the shift of her fingers. "Oh, you're good to me." She bends her head, sucking at his neck until she leaves a mark to match the one blossoming on the slope of her breast.

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"Kaffas," Krem murmured, his fingers digging into Adaline's ribs as he let him go. He kept up the subtle movement of his knee against her hips, letting her ride him the only way that they could right now, as his cunt clenched tight around her, wet and nearly gushing. He flushed; soft, fervent swears turned to trembling little moans and he clung to her, perhaps a bit harder than he shoulder, face pressed to her neck.

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Adaline eases him through it with her fingers, her hips stilling when he's done. She draws her fingers out of him, curling them around his hip instead, holding on. She's almost entirely on top of him and she presses herself against him, breasts against his chest, face pressed into the side of his neck.

"What did that mean?" she asks him. "What you said?"

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He could feel her heat and wetness, and, given half a moment of breathing, he'd be more than happy to keep going. Or not. Perhaps lethargy would take over his bones and he'd be left nothing more than a worthless pile of limbs. But she was warm and solid and so very real, so very close. He wrapped his arms around her.

He snorted a laugh, running his nails along her spine. "Uh. Shit, basically. It means shit."

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She shivers at the touch of nails along her spine, laughs a little, feeling almost triumphant.

"That's a good thing, then."