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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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."

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"I suppose I'll just have to wonder and suppose," Krem said, a little breathless this time. He cupped a hand over her hip, dragging the other out of her hair and down to her chest, fondling her, squeezing her breast the way she'd squeezed it herself earlier. "And start on the smaller size. We can always work our way up."

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"You can do that harder," she says, rocking her hips against his, grinding up against him. It's not enough to come, not yet, but it keeps that rolling heat going under her skin. "I'm not going to break."

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He shifted his hand to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging just a little as he squeezed her breast more firmly, bending his head down to the other breast to nibble and kiss at it intently. Their legs were doing nothing more than teasing, really, but it was a spectacular tease.

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That slightly firmer, harder touch makes Adaline moan, louder and rougher than before as she presses in against him, as tight as she can. She pushes herself up onto one elbow, lifting her breasts to his touch.

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He tilted his head a bit, nibbling more intently along the bottom swell of her breast, his teeth more intent there, contemplating leaving a mark where her bra would settle on her skin and she would feel it as it rubbed against her all day long. It made his crotch throb with heat to think of, the thought of his marks on her body, the memory of him here for a few days. So he bit down, hard, sucking a bruise up intently just on the edge of her breast where the gore of her bra would hit against the mark later.

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It's a sharp pain, small as it is, and Adaline makes a sharper sound in answer, a cry, her head tipped back, blonde hair tumbling down onto the sheets. Her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling. Encouraging.

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He pulled up the bruise until it was dark and livid, guaranteed to last a day or two at least, and then he kissed gently over it, gently up her neck, as he continued to squeeze and pinch and fondle her chest. His free hand slid down to her hip, around to her ass, squeezing tightly.

"What do you need right now?"

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Her fingers graze the mark that he's left on her breast. She bites her lip over another moan, loving the way that his hands slide over her, familiar and, in that moment, proprietorial.

"More of that," she says, breathlessly, her cheeks flushing as she says it. "I want to feel it, Krem." She laughs, self-conscious.

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Krem laughed, soft but effusive, groping her ass almost as hard as he was groping her breast, kissing right up against her ear. "Like this? Oh, Maker...that I had more hands right now."

He laughed, more loudly then, and it was a glorious, freeing sort of feeling. He wanted to have his hands all over Adaline's body, wanted be able to squeeze her ass and thigh, her breasts, hold her shoulders down like she'd requested, wanted to be able to finger her. But he hadn't enough hands for all that.

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"Oh, God, exactly like that," says Adaline, squirming between his hands, rocking against him. She groans softly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. "L "Just like that."