slide over and kiss me... (rp for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_healer)
Aug. 12th, 2014 11:07 amhowdoyoudefineit[Continued from here.]
Oh...wow...
Melissa was pretty sure her brain short circuited when Al leaned in and kissed her again but actually really kissed her like he meant it. No teasing kiss, no tentative gentleness but a kiss that sent heat rushing through her system as her body reacted the only way it really could when being kissed like that.
Then, when they parted, she opened her eyes to look at him with a much darker, hungrier gaze.
"Of course, if I'm already here when you're sleeping? I won't need a key." She murmured huskily.
Al felt like he had his answer in the way she looked, the sound of her voice...the flush in her cheeks, the way she swayed just a little after he drew back...
Perfect moment be damned. This was going to be better than perfect: this was going to be damn good.
He didn't bother speaking: he just kissed her again.
Grand gestures would have been nice. Pick her up, carry her to bed, strip her slow and leave her screaming...real romance novel stuff. They weren't characters in a bodice ripper, though: just an overworked single mother and a cop with a busted wing, so a little improvisation would be needed if he wanted to be remotely charming about this.
Fortunately, Al was nothing if not resourceful.
Breaking the kiss, Al advanced a step, and kept moving forward with his hands on her shoulders, backing Melissa up until she was pressed back against the entry to the hallway. He enjoyed the look on her face, drank it in for a moment...savored that electric little thrill of taking something, whether or not it was freely offered.
He watched her eyes sparkle as he pinned her to the wall with his body. He enjoyed the catch in her breath as he bent to capture her mouth with his again, and he couldn't hide his excitement as she sort of melted between him and the wall while she kissed him back.
Eight years since he'd touched a woman, been touched. Eight years of sleeping alone, of putting his own needs aside, and now he had...this. Not just sex, but someone. Melissa...as human as he felt in that moment, he realized with an almost painful clench in his chest just how much he'd missed the little things about being with someone. Seducing a woman, that little melting thing when you kissed them just right...the way they smelled, the way their skin tasted when you were locked together, the soft sighs and sharp noises of pleasure they made.
Things he could get lost in, things he could treasure. He could have taken care of his own needs half a dozen times since Claudia, but this? Being with someone instead of just...fucking them?
He'd missed this.
Breaking the kiss, Al watched her face for just a moment before he leaned in further, sliding a hand up to cup the side of her neck so he could urge her head to tilt, letting him press a slow trail of warm, lingering kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck...that long, elegant neck he loved to stare at, nibble at, run his fingers over and press his nose against when they were alone.
He wanted to memorize that neck with his mouth. With his tongue.
Then memorize the rest of her the same damn way.
Oh...wow...
Melissa was pretty sure her brain short circuited when Al leaned in and kissed her again but actually really kissed her like he meant it. No teasing kiss, no tentative gentleness but a kiss that sent heat rushing through her system as her body reacted the only way it really could when being kissed like that.
Then, when they parted, she opened her eyes to look at him with a much darker, hungrier gaze.
"Of course, if I'm already here when you're sleeping? I won't need a key." She murmured huskily.
Al felt like he had his answer in the way she looked, the sound of her voice...the flush in her cheeks, the way she swayed just a little after he drew back...
Perfect moment be damned. This was going to be better than perfect: this was going to be damn good.
He didn't bother speaking: he just kissed her again.
Grand gestures would have been nice. Pick her up, carry her to bed, strip her slow and leave her screaming...real romance novel stuff. They weren't characters in a bodice ripper, though: just an overworked single mother and a cop with a busted wing, so a little improvisation would be needed if he wanted to be remotely charming about this.
Fortunately, Al was nothing if not resourceful.
Breaking the kiss, Al advanced a step, and kept moving forward with his hands on her shoulders, backing Melissa up until she was pressed back against the entry to the hallway. He enjoyed the look on her face, drank it in for a moment...savored that electric little thrill of taking something, whether or not it was freely offered.
He watched her eyes sparkle as he pinned her to the wall with his body. He enjoyed the catch in her breath as he bent to capture her mouth with his again, and he couldn't hide his excitement as she sort of melted between him and the wall while she kissed him back.
Eight years since he'd touched a woman, been touched. Eight years of sleeping alone, of putting his own needs aside, and now he had...this. Not just sex, but someone. Melissa...as human as he felt in that moment, he realized with an almost painful clench in his chest just how much he'd missed the little things about being with someone. Seducing a woman, that little melting thing when you kissed them just right...the way they smelled, the way their skin tasted when you were locked together, the soft sighs and sharp noises of pleasure they made.
Things he could get lost in, things he could treasure. He could have taken care of his own needs half a dozen times since Claudia, but this? Being with someone instead of just...fucking them?
He'd missed this.
Breaking the kiss, Al watched her face for just a moment before he leaned in further, sliding a hand up to cup the side of her neck so he could urge her head to tilt, letting him press a slow trail of warm, lingering kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck...that long, elegant neck he loved to stare at, nibble at, run his fingers over and press his nose against when they were alone.
He wanted to memorize that neck with his mouth. With his tongue.
Then memorize the rest of her the same damn way.
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Date: 2014-09-04 12:01 am (UTC)Her neck led other places, though...like the delicate 'v' of her collarbone, which was a beautiful, hard ridge that led up to her shoulder or down to the nicest pair of breasts he'd seen since Claudia. It was crass, it was lewd, but he'd stolen a feel more than once when things got hot and heavy on the couch, and Melissa McCall had a fabulous rack.
Lifting his head from the gently flushing patch of red skin above that collarbone that he'd been worrying at with his teeth and sweeping his tongue over, he paused to briefly admire that damp, rosy skin before he met her gaze, deliberately skimming his hands up her sides to ruck up her shirt.
When she lifted her arms, he pulled it off over her head, keeping her pinned to the wall from hips to feet, admiring the tanned curves barely touched by age.
"Jesus Christ, how do you still look as good as the day we met?" he breathed, his expression turning mischievous as his hands found her sides again, sliding up over her ribcage and higher to cup her breasts through her bra, gently kneading and teasing as his thumbs swept over their curves. "I might've been married, but I had eyes...still do."
One hand drifted up, deliberately sliding her bra strap off her shoulder as he leaned in again.
"And you," he continued, lips teasing over hers, voice dropping to a husky whisper to share his filthiest secrets, "still have the kind of tits that make a man's mouth water."
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Date: 2014-09-08 09:50 pm (UTC)Then she met his gaze with a small smirk, her heart racing loudly as she lifted her arms over her head so he could pull her shirt off and toss it aside. She had a moment then of wishing she was in better shape though she knew her body could have been a lot worse. Still, hearing the pleasure in his tone when he looked on her was a stroke to the ego and one that made her smile more as she enjoyed his touch.
Flustered suddenly, she felt her cheeks heat up even as his somewhat crude words sent a jolt of heat right between her thighs. "Al!" She slapped his shoulder lightly though she wasn't stopping him from getting her bra off.
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Date: 2014-09-26 06:27 pm (UTC)"Yeah, fine." he relented, stealing anther kiss as he let his hands slide down her body, taking advantage of newly bared skin to cup and caress her breasts, enjoying the way she reacted to the brush of a thumb over a nipple or the pressure of fingers tracing the curve of one side. "No more dirt talk, I got it."
Drawing back just a little, he grinned at her before he bent his head to kiss her neck, then her chest...then started kissing and licking a path down the front of her body as he sank to his knees, laving attention on her breasts, her belly, and the deliciously sharp curve of one hipbone as his hands found the fly of her jeans, working it open so he could slide them down her legs.