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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"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."

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"Yes," he assured, smiling up at her, chasing all the shivers with his fingertips and making more of them with every single pass. He knew his hair must be a mess; even hers was tousled and disarrayed, but it looked prettily so. "Definitely a good thing."

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"Good," she says, settling her head against his shoulder, though it doesn't stop the shivering any, not with the way that he's touching her. She bites her lip, closes her eyes for a second, focuses on the warm press of skin on skin.

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He let the heat and weight of her settle on him, the soft, clean smell of her and the musky, cutting smell of sex wafting around him. Her breath stuttered against his neck, and he nuzzled gently at her hairline as she continued to twitch and squirm against him.

"...should I stop?"

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Adaline doesn't say anything for a moment. She setays pressed against him and then she shakes her head, her fingers curled against his bicep.

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He hummed and smiled a little, and kept his fingers going gently, up and down, up and down her spine. He made no move to shift them, content to be where he was--though they were angled strangely across the bed. It seemed a moment, somehow, and he didn't want to break it.

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Her skin feels like it's still on fire. She whimpers, softly, shifting against him.

"Was...what you said before the only idea you had?"

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"Am I not allowed to surprise you with anything?" Krem asked softly against her hairline. He did shift them then, keeping her atop him, but adjusting their hips subtly, until they were lined up against each other, slick and bumping together, sliding off each other.

"No," he said, arching and rubbing a little, grinding himself up against her. "No, it wasn't all I thought of."

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"I've never been a massive fan of surprises," she admits, shifting her weight to grind back against him, meeting his hips thrust for thrust. She's never done anything quite like this before. It's dizzying.

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He huffed out a breath, trying to keep the thread of his thoughts going even as all his focus narrowed down to the feeling of their bodies pressing against each other. He shifted, rolling them gently again so that they were both on their sides, tangled together and sliding obscenely.

"I was...thinking I might need to expand the toys I have," he murmured, burying the fingers of one hand in her hair. "I was curious what sort of size you might like. But I know a lady never kisses and tells."

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Adaline laughs at that, a bright, sudden shock of sound that bubbles out of her as she rocks against him, her nipples brushing his chest with every thrust.

"You're right," she says. "She doesn't."