[FM] Set down my bags and I'll stay a bit longer...

Sep 05, 2007 23:51

The only reason she even had a set of keys to his house was because she knew he was usually out back swimming these days, or somewhere that he wasn't going to hear her knocking, and a broken doorbell was a simple fix of her snipping a wire in the base. It was a given that it was easier to give her a key instead of letting her stand out in the heat ( Read more... )

Leave a comment

_complex_guy_ October 4 2007, 20:50:13 UTC
He didn't hear the key in the lock, given that he had the TV up to a pleasantly too loud volume, but he heard her footsteps echoing in the foyer of the large two story house he was renting. The sound made him smile as he eased back more comfortably in the sofa, one hand drifting up to rake his hair back from his face, still damp from his most recent swim. It was a pleasant diversion, lounging in his living room with the volume cranked up...no Others to worry about hiding from, no Freckles or Doc around to bother him...

When she came up behind him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, he turned his head at the last minute and brushed a kiss over her lips with a smirk before she drew away. "Ain't half bad, Dimples...the guest star's especially hot." he teased, calling after her as she entered the kitchen.

When she came back and curled up next to him, realizing just what he had on, his smile grew as he slid an arm around her shoulders to tug her a little closer. "And FYI, Princess, I don't watch it *all* the time. I only watch the ones yer in, and only when yer dancin'." Turning to glance down at her with hooded eyes and a smirk, he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose before kissing her full on. "I'd like t' go on record sayin' you got one *hell* of a career to fall back on if this actin' thing ever turns sour on ya."

Reply

dont_needtodie October 23 2007, 20:55:53 UTC
She fell into the kiss a bit deeper than she intended to, but it seemed to be something that happened a bit too frequent for her tastes. This was supposed to be a job, but there was something about that southern drawl... and those well worn hands that drew her in a bit more. Her finger poked at his side as he teased her about the scene that had just passed. Four guest spots and the episodes seemed to be in a state of perpetual syndication, something that he seemed to take advantage of.

"Well the acting thing hasn't exactly soured on me just yet, but I'll keep that in mind," Nikki teased as she shifted to her knees beside him on the couch, her fingers brushing his hair away from his eyes. She tried to look at him with some newfound sight, see if he was really being genuine. In the back of her mind she wondered if that was the same way her sister felt.

Smiling at him she eased onto his lap, tucking her legs against him, "Got any ones?"

Reply

_complex_guy_ October 31 2007, 20:13:05 UTC
"Ones, fives, tens, twenties...point me at an ATM, and you can keep me here all day long, *Corvette.*" he teased, hands settling on her hips for a moment as she straddled his lap. Letting one hand slide up along her body to curl around the nape of her neck, he drew her in for a warm, lingering kiss he made sure she felt clean to her toes.

Yeah, he really liked this girl...and he didn't like many of the women he slept with. It was just icing on the cake, and he was careful not to let it go any further...

Least he thought so. It would be so easy to get her on her back and have himself a nice little 'afternoon delight,' but instead when the kiss broke, he just ran his fingers through her hair and smiled, his mouth still moving...still just *talking.*

"So...flight was okay?" he asked with a smile.

Reply

dont_needtodie October 31 2007, 20:31:44 UTC
Kisses like the one he gave her made what she was doing all the more dangerous. Forget guns and stolen credit cards, throw all the rules out of the window because kisses like that could sink a woman with ease, and Nikki knew that she wasn't just a woman she was a woman that knew exactly who he was... and she still could feel a kiss like that through and through.

Slouching a bit on his lap she let her posture suffer for the moment as she relived the flight from back home to this home...

"It was long, but it's over now at least." Nikki sighed for a moment and curled herself up against him, letting her head tuck under his chin as she listened to his heart and let her legs shift along the couch cushions for the moment. "I'll ba happy when I've got enough status to just get my own private jet," her hand traced against his jawline a bit before resting against his shoulder, "I'd make you join the Mile High Club every flight. Verify that membership for sure," she teased.

Reply

_complex_guy_ October 31 2007, 21:51:45 UTC
"Mmmmm...I done joined, and lemme tell ya: that's the *only* time I ever had sex where I done thought t' myself that the shit ain't worth the trouble." he drawled with a smile, reaching up to continue stroking her hair.

It was far too...cute and coupley, sitting here like this. Her in his lap, him just holding her and...well, enjoying it. He never signed on for this...but here he was.

Felt kinda good.

"Nope," he continued, shifting to settle his chin more comfortably against the top of her head, "y'all want me to join the Mile High Club with ya? That private jet'll need t' be big enough fer its own bedroom, or have some *real* damn comfortable seats, 'cause I ain't doin' it in the bathroom."

Reply

dont_needtodie October 31 2007, 22:04:05 UTC
It was far too domestic for her tastes but she had just gone through a lot and the flight back wasn't making her any more relaxed but just sitting here with him was soothing her frayed edges a bit. Feeling a strong hand against her hair and just the sound of her own breathing echoing in her mind. There were a few moments like this with Paulo and she missed them every so often.

Her finger poked at his chest playfully not moving her head away from him as she teased, "I know for a fact that you have done it in a bathroom because we've done it upstairs in yours. Don't give me that technical default by shower line again either, the room counts as the contents... and that babe? Bathroom."

Reply

_complex_guy_ October 31 2007, 22:12:20 UTC
Sawyer snorted as her finger dug into his sternum lightly at the same time his hand settled between her shoulderblades, right where her mane of golden curls ended. Feeling the tension still knotted there, he absently began to knead at the spot as he answered.

"Woman, there is more room in my goddamned shower than there is in *two* of those damn airplane toilets!" he insisted, shifting his chin against her head as he tried to peer at her without really moving. "Come t' think of it, I think gas station bathrooms are bigger, too. Least there, y'all don't have to step outside just to change yer friggin' *mind.*"

Reply

dont_needtodie October 31 2007, 22:40:27 UTC
Laughing lightly Nikki tipped her head up and kissed beneath his chin the scuff of a few days of not shaving had left him bristling against her lips. It was far too normal for the moment and as much as she was comfortable with it all she didn't want to be *this* comfortable with it. She almost felt foolish for letting herself slip into this comfort zone.

"Well we are not having sex in a gas station bathroom, I'd likely end up with a case of tetanus or something equally random," Nikki pointed out.

"Still the airplane bathroom shows determination, and I think it has it's perks. Then again if we ever do fly anywhere? I'm asking for one of those blankets and making good use of how well they keep things from view... like my hands," she continued as her fingers walked down his chest teasing slightly. They could have gone further if she wasn't perched in his lap too, but she figured he was smart and knew what she was implying.

Reply

_complex_guy_ November 1 2007, 04:12:48 UTC
"Fer the record, you are *far* too literal," Sawyer chuckled, turning his head to kiss her temple when she kissed his chin, "but girl, you are *dirty.* Hard t' remember that sometimes, sweet as you smile."

Dear God, had he actually just *said* that? What kind of sappy, lovesick, ridiculous...

But it wasn't all that ridiculous. And she *did* have a sweet smile.

Catching her hand in his, Sawyer flashed her a slow, warm smile as he held her gaze and pressed a slow kiss against her palm. Okay, so she had a sweet smile and a funny way of wrinkling her nose that made him smile, and even now she was drawing his mind and body into the gutter with those wholesome looks and dirty talk...

This girl was sinking her hooks in him...but maybe it wasn't all bad.

Reply

dont_needtodie November 1 2007, 04:26:37 UTC
Moments like these almost made her wish she was someone else... anyone but the woman that deep down was supposed to be using this guy to get payback for her sister. She wished she didn't have copies of his bank statements and holdings back in Los Angeles in a manila folder. She wished that when he pulled her hand into his and kissed her palm her chest didn't tighten so much, and her breath get caught up in her lungs.

She had been with marks before, and they all were good at making her feel like she was worth every cent she got out of them in the end... but it was almost too real for her with Sawyer. Every emotion felt a hundred times more addictive with every extra day she spent with him.

Shutting her eyes as she drew in a sharp breath she tried to push it all back as she shifted off of his lap to stand up. Her expression wasn't revealing anything but that of a girlfriend about to dote upon her man as she grinned down at him, "I'm going to go get something to drink, want anything? Maybe something so I can get you drunk and have my *dirty wicked* way with you?"

Reply

_complex_guy_ November 28 2007, 17:18:40 UTC
Sawyer was sorry to see her get up from his lap, but that smile surfaced again, and a slow smile of his own rose reflexively to his face...it was that kind of a grin, one you couldn't stop yourself from returning.

Holding onto her hand as she stood, he let his fingers hook around hers for a moment, dangling there between them a beat before he let her go as she offered to get him a drink. Sometimes it was too good to be true...Nikki, everything about her. Bubbly blonde, great in bed, and always ready with moments that most men fantasized about. Grabbing him a beer when he wanted one, ordering a pizza when he found a game on TV he wanted to watch...and agreeing to things in the bedroom arena that rode the line between daring and just plain dirty...his dirty, wicked, All-American girl...

"You are just too good t' me, baby." he drawled, shifting to stand up himself and move in to drape his arms loosely around her waist for a moment as he smiled down at her. "How 'bout you go on upstairs and slip a suit on, then grab us both a couple brews...I just got done in the pool, but I feel that water callin' me again. You game, Princess?"

Reply

dont_needtodie December 23 2007, 21:38:32 UTC
Letting herself sink into moments like these were beginning to be almost too easy, too natural for her to resist that urge to do this for more than just her own sake. That warmth of someone else close to her was something she missed, even before the flight she was supposed to take. Paulo was always so jealous of everything, all the sacrifices he had to make, not saying what she was giving up for the job too.

This though felt so inviting that it was almost impossible for her to draw her head out of the possible and back into the game.

But the game was what counted, and she had to keep reminding herself of that no matter how much it hurt to be doing this for other reasons than her own.

Biting on her lower lips she grinned with a sly hint of mischief as her fingers tiptoed along his arm still wrapped around her waist as she stood before him. They walked up his arm until they were at her hips and she traced her finger against the waist of her cut offs, tugging on the button closure of them, "Or I could just skip the suit, because I mean... it is... *all* the way upstairs."

Reply

_complex_guy_ December 26 2007, 20:24:05 UTC
Chuckling, Sawyer leaned down and stole a kiss...the sweetest kind, coming from her. Never mind that he stole plenty, or that it was hard to steal them when she gave them up so freely...the occasional surprised giggle or tension in her body when he swooped in unexpectedly always brought a smile to his face.

"All the way upstairs," he echoed, playfully nipping at the tip of her nose, "baby girl, I'm beginnin' to think I'm corrupting yer sweet-nature sensibilities." he joked, unable to resist letting one hand slip down to run possessively over the perfect, pert curve of her ass before releasing her. He was tempted to give said ass a playful little swat, but she was only willing to indulge his good-natured misogyny to a point...he'd learned that lesson the hard way.

"Hell with it...and hell with the suit." he rumbled, kissing her again. "Y'all go on out to the pool and make with as little clothing as ya want. *I'll* grab the beers...and I won't grab a suit, either. Promise."

Reply


Leave a comment

Up
[]