I'm pickin' up good vibrations [she's givin' me excitations]
[not_myfirstday used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Elle. Not binding on any verse/storyline. For on_thecouch: taste.]
Her skin hummed under his fingers.
Literally humming. Like there was an electrical current running up under her skin, tickling the edges of his fingers and making the hair on his arms stand on end-but not in a bad way. It didn’t feel bad, just strange, but as he felt her legs straddle his hips and her body press in closer, he did his best to forget about the strange and focus on the fact that there was a pretty blond in his lap, kissing the hell out of him and looking to have his undivided attention.
He usually didn’t do this-between time spent on the job and everything else, he didn’t really have time to go out and meet women. Most of the time, actually, it tended to come down to him dating people he worked with, and that tended to blow up in his face more often than not. However, when he was elected by his coworkers to attend a police benefit being thrown by a local paper company, he had no choice but to put on his tux and proceed to pretend to be social. And drink. These events usually required a relatively decent amount of drinking.
They had met each other at the bar, finding that they both considered themselves to be a bit out of place. He had a hard time believing that a pretty girl like her could feel out of place anywhere, but she was probably the only person at the party who hadn’t automatically and mechanically congratulated him on his service to the city, or treated him like the hero of the hour, so he would take what he could get. Elle, as she later informed him her name was, was the daughter of the host of the event. As the conversation started to transition into less friendly, more flirty, Flack knew dimly in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn’t be flirting with the daughter of the man who is hosting the benefit for the police department, but as one beer turned into the other, he was starting to think that he really didn’t care.
Drinks made things a little more blurry, and he’s still not sure how they got from there to here, on his couch, but that’s another thing he’s not complaining about much. He could taste the sweet tang of the drinks on her lips, and it made him smile slightly as he helped her push the suit jacket off his shoulders, before snaking an arm around her waist and flipping them over, so that she was on her back beneath him, giving him more room to explore. He felt her giggle as it bubbled up through her chest and grinned again, before moving his lips, letting them trail across her jaw line and down her neck, tasting as much of her as he could.
He could feel her hands sliding over the back of his neck, slipping under the collar of the dress shirt in search of skin. It had been a bit too long as far as he was concerned, and he could feel himself mentally willing himself to slow down, enjoy this. Because God only knew when he was going to get a chance like this again. His hand started to slide against the side of her leg, and he couldn’t stop himself from nipping at her neck with his teeth at the brush of nails against the back of his neck. There was gasp from the woman under him, and then a small crackle pop! coming from somewhere behind him. He jumped at the feel of the shock on the back of his neck, and he jerked away on instinct, shivering slightly as it shot down his spine.
He felt Elle tense under him, and when he looked back at her, she had a worried look on her face. His first instinct was that maybe she was thinking that he was going to run away on her, but he couldn’t figure out why she would think that to begin with. He blinked at her, confused, before shrugging. “It was just static.”
There was a beat, the frown deepening for a moment, before she shook her head and flashed him a grin. “Static. Right.”
“You okay?” he frowned slightly, holding back slightly when she tried to pull him in again. Elle just flashed him a wider, steadier smile, before pulling him in for another kiss. It was only a minute before he relaxed against her again, leaning back into the kiss again and getting back to the matter of hand, hoping for no more surreptitious interruptions.
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Her skin hummed under his fingers.
Literally humming. Like there was an electrical current running up under her skin, tickling the edges of his fingers and making the hair on his arms stand on end-but not in a bad way. It didn’t feel bad, just strange, but as he felt her legs straddle his hips and her body press in closer, he did his best to forget about the strange and focus on the fact that there was a pretty blond in his lap, kissing the hell out of him and looking to have his undivided attention.
He usually didn’t do this-between time spent on the job and everything else, he didn’t really have time to go out and meet women. Most of the time, actually, it tended to come down to him dating people he worked with, and that tended to blow up in his face more often than not. However, when he was elected by his coworkers to attend a police benefit being thrown by a local paper company, he had no choice but to put on his tux and proceed to pretend to be social. And drink. These events usually required a relatively decent amount of drinking.
They had met each other at the bar, finding that they both considered themselves to be a bit out of place. He had a hard time believing that a pretty girl like her could feel out of place anywhere, but she was probably the only person at the party who hadn’t automatically and mechanically congratulated him on his service to the city, or treated him like the hero of the hour, so he would take what he could get. Elle, as she later informed him her name was, was the daughter of the host of the event. As the conversation started to transition into less friendly, more flirty, Flack knew dimly in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn’t be flirting with the daughter of the man who is hosting the benefit for the police department, but as one beer turned into the other, he was starting to think that he really didn’t care.
Drinks made things a little more blurry, and he’s still not sure how they got from there to here, on his couch, but that’s another thing he’s not complaining about much. He could taste the sweet tang of the drinks on her lips, and it made him smile slightly as he helped her push the suit jacket off his shoulders, before snaking an arm around her waist and flipping them over, so that she was on her back beneath him, giving him more room to explore. He felt her giggle as it bubbled up through her chest and grinned again, before moving his lips, letting them trail across her jaw line and down her neck, tasting as much of her as he could.
He could feel her hands sliding over the back of his neck, slipping under the collar of the dress shirt in search of skin. It had been a bit too long as far as he was concerned, and he could feel himself mentally willing himself to slow down, enjoy this. Because God only knew when he was going to get a chance like this again. His hand started to slide against the side of her leg, and he couldn’t stop himself from nipping at her neck with his teeth at the brush of nails against the back of his neck. There was gasp from the woman under him, and then a small crackle pop! coming from somewhere behind him. He jumped at the feel of the shock on the back of his neck, and he jerked away on instinct, shivering slightly as it shot down his spine.
He felt Elle tense under him, and when he looked back at her, she had a worried look on her face. His first instinct was that maybe she was thinking that he was going to run away on her, but he couldn’t figure out why she would think that to begin with. He blinked at her, confused, before shrugging. “It was just static.”
There was a beat, the frown deepening for a moment, before she shook her head and flashed him a grin. “Static. Right.”
“You okay?” he frowned slightly, holding back slightly when she tried to pull him in again. Elle just flashed him a wider, steadier smile, before pulling him in for another kiss. It was only a minute before he relaxed against her again, leaning back into the kiss again and getting back to the matter of hand, hoping for no more surreptitious interruptions.
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