[NSFW] RP LOG #3 with shoothetarget | More than fate
Rob rarely had the luxury of sticking in one place long enough to feel completely settled. Whether he was back home in Little Rock or on the barracks or shipped out, his feet didn't stick in one place too long... or at least, they hadn't in the last few years. But when he woke up prone on some bed with his head smashed into some pillow, he just had a sense he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He peeled his face out of the creased pillow, raising up just a little with a deep-set frown on his features. He squinted against the bright light, trying to take in his surroundings, but it was an effort. His head was pounding and his stomach churning uncomfortably. He grunted from the exertion of just lifting his head and managed to roll over and sprawl messily on his back.
He didn’t remember the ceiling of the barracks being that colour.
Come to think of it, the beds in the barracks were never this soft, either. He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling day old stubble scratch under his palm. He turned his head to try and catch the time on the clock beside his bed, but there was no clock either. Some random images from his encounter with Fox at the pool, and then again at her tattoo parlour jolted through his hung over brain and he forced himself up into a sitting position. He realised that was probably a mistake when the room felt like it dipped around him and his nose and forehead scrunched up in response to the sensory insult. “Ungh…” was all he could form verbally and not at all eloquently.
It was only then that he realised two things simultaneously. One, he had a scrunched up Post-It between his fingers that must have peeled off his face when he rubbed it, and two, he was in nothing but his blue Superman boxers.
And this wasn’t the barracks. It was a hotel room. A hotel room in Houston.
His eyes widened as he put his hand up to press his fingers to his lips. There was recollection there of being in a club and double scotch on the rocks with the odd beer here and there. In hindsight, it was probably reckless choice to move on to vodka shots after that. But then there was Fox. Outside the club, and the wall, and the kiss.
Oh fuck, what a kiss.
It had been nothing like they had shared that first night of hot, sweaty and rough sex. Sure, there had been kisses then, but this one was different. There were things behind it that he couldn't even begin to analyse. Things between them were... strange, but intense. It was like they had a constant fight of push pull, neither quite willing to relinquish dominance to the other. She was more than a challenge for him. It was like she was matching him at every tactical move, and it wasn't something he was used to in a lover. He was just cursing himself stupidly for the fact he had been drunk, and now was wondering if he had maybe imagined it being more than it was. After she inked his ass with the Superman tattoo, she had a bunch of clients show up for work, and it led to her distractedly agreeing to meet him at the nearby club for a drink when she closed for the day. For some reason, he felt it was the least he could do after she blew him within an inch of his life on the tattoo table. He swore he lost consciousness momentarily from the force in which he came with her mouth wrapped around him like that. He should have walked away again, he should have. They could have left it at one night, plus a blow job and ass tattoo right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. That little voice wasn't going to let him walk away this time, even if part of him never expected her to show for that drink. He still suspected he was just a toy for her, someone she was having fun playing with. But she came, albeit late after getting held up with a job, and by the time she did, Rob had hooked up with his mates again and was already well on his way with the alcohol. He had rounds bought for him. A lot of rounds. It had been a long time since he had a healthy piss up and he got trashed a lot quicker than he anticipated. Luckily he was still mostly sober when she arrived, though, and he happily parted ways with his friends to hook up with her. Fox was the first woman to really catch his eye after his divorce. But it wasn’t even catching his eye; it was just like a charge of electricity crackling between them that he couldn’t explain, and he felt like he couldn't get enough of when he was in her presence. They just connected and he hadn’t ever really felt that with anyone… ever, cheating ex wife included. He might have soon been extremely drunk once they moved on to vodka shots and tequila shots together (including the very delicious body shots they dared each other to try), but there were prominent parts he could remember.
Like the kiss.
The kiss she instigated. And then more of that volley of flirting between them before she offered him a burger. A shared meal, type thing. Which he accepted, and they were heading back to his room again…
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The kiss took him by surprise and caught him off guard. He nearly lost his balance and his arm reflexively enclosed tighter around her waist. The force of it caused him to knock his head back against the wall, but he didn't notice. There was barely a couple of beats of shock before he was kissing back, the pent up emotion of the past year surging to the forefront. His hand went to her ass and he pulled her roughly against him, growling into the kiss and fighting her for dominance within it. There was nothing romantic or sweet about it. It was hot, rough and raw, and he couldn't get enough.
Fox indulged in letting the kiss go on longer than she'd intended, the fact that he was trying to challenge her, something she was not going to let go of lightly. She bit down on his lower lip as she ended the kiss, tugging at it before she released it with a purr. "Still need a good, hard drink?"
Rob ran his tongue over his lips, almost expecting to taste blood there with how they were throbbing from the force of the kiss. The corners flicked into a devious smile. "That all depends on what your next move is," he said, panting to catch his breath. He caught her hand in his again, reminiscent of their encounter at the pool and held it up, his blue eyes trailing over the tattoo before he pressed his lips against it and then trailed the tip of his tongue over the intricate design.
Fox watched him, blue eyes narrowed as she fought the urge to let out another quiet moan. He wasn't going to win this time. She also had a deep urge to smack his head against the wall again for being so damn hot. "I'm not planning on doing anything on an empty stomach," Fox told him simply. "I did get two burgers if you want one. I was going to stick one in the fridge to reheat later."
This was the first time Rob realised she was carrying a take-out bag, which probably said a lot for his state of mind and their skills. She could have him up against the wall with her tongue down his throat and still not drop her prized burgers. That must have been where she disappeared to when Rob was trying to bid a clumsy farewell to his mates at the bar before leaving. "Are you just going to throw it at my head and run? Or are we talking a shared meal type thing here?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he was apparently not bothered in the slightest to still be smashed up against the wall by her. Actually, he was thinking extremely x-rated thoughts about that very wall, but he was drunk. That could be the excuse for everything.
Fox smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "That is incredibly tempting, but I was thinking we might actually try and share a meal. You're drunk, I'm starving. Food needs to play a part in this scenario at some point. I don't clean up puke." Her knee moved again to rub up against him before she grabbed at his shirt front and pulled him off the wall, waiting to see if he could keep his balance before she let go and started off in the direction of his hotel.
"What about just sitting with me and singing Hendrix songs while I puke to take my mind off it?" Rob suggested, definitely losing the ability to walk in a straight line. He followed her, but there wasn't anything elegant about it and he nearly sent himself sprawling on the ground when he tripped on a loose edge of the gutter, but a strategically placed lamp post gave him something to grab hold of and prevent potential disaster. The stumble gave him a prime view of her ass though and he smirked appreciatively at the view. "Does the ass come with ink?" he found coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Hell, booze was not his friend.
Fox rolled her eyes as she heard his stumbling, and turned to glance over her shoulder. "Would it help if I got you a leash?" At his question she just gave him a smile, and tugged up the back of her shirt. It was clear that the ink covering her back disappeared past her waistband. She was amused that he hadn't noticed in the pool, but then it wasn't like she had had her back to him before much. She needed to add hopeless drunks to her list of weaknesses. "I can maybe sing Hendrix," she conceded after a long moment.
Rob hooked his hand around her hip so he could lean over to see her lower back. The tips of his fingers brushed over the design before he rose up again, touching her cheek to turn her face towards his. "That could be an interesting start," he decided, his thumb just briefly touching the fullness of her lower lip before his hand dropped again. "I always did like it rough."
Fox looked back at him, before pushing him away so he was back at arm's length. "Yes, it could be. You still need to be able to make it back to the hotel. I'm not helping you, Laird." A part of Fox wanted to make sure Rob wasn't dependent on her, as unfair as it was to watch him struggle. "I'm not a kind mistress."
"I don't want a mistress, I want a challenge," Rob threw back. He flipped her off with a smirk before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and managing to fall into step beside her. If she kept at this pace, he should make it back okay without face-planting in a shrub. "And I don't need or want you to protect me, I just want you to fuck my brains out. I'm not lookin' for another marriage. My nuts just grew back after the last one."
Fox kept her gaze ahead as before she reached out and pushed him so he stumbled. "I'm not fucking your brains out again until you prove to me you won't vomit all over my skimpy underwear. If I was you, I'd keep it in my fucking pants for now, soldier." She kept a hold on his collar as she righted him again, flashing a briefly apologetic smile before continuing to the hotel.
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After that, it got hazy. Then all he remembered was now, waking up with a Post-It stuck to his forehead, and the only thing keeping him ‘decent’ being Superman boxers. Which, in themselves, begged to differ over the ‘decent’. With Fox absolutely nowhere in sight. He held the note up close to his face so his groggy brain could focus on the words scrawled there.
Is that Kryptonite in your shorts, Superman, or are you just pleased to see me?
Rob blinked and then bit down on his lower lip, a small blush creeping across his cheeks. In the cold light of day, his inhibitions weren’t as loose as when he was drunk. This was all well and good following that fucking fantastic kiss on the streets against the wall, but he tentatively tugged back the elastic of his boxers to peek at his package for any sort of answer as to whether he had made a complete and utter dickhead of himself when he had actually been trying to seduce her. There was video evidence and witness testimony over the years that told him he was far from an elegant drunk. Far, far from one. Surely he couldn't have completely ruined his whole sexy, suave soldier persona in one drunken night? He had to see her again, to at least apologise for any stupidity that he could have done but didn't remember. So, after spending the whole morning with his head in the toilet of the hotel room, he felt better when the clocked ticked past midday and by the afternoon he was feeling normal again. He was far from a lightweight. It had taken a lot of booze to get him to the point he was the previous night. Usually he was pretty tolerant. He just wished he managed to be more tolerant in the company of a chick he couldn't stop imagining himself balls deep in, over and over and over again.
Reluctantly and sheepishly, he showed up back in her tattoo parlour, looking a lot less neat than he had done on their previous encounters. He hadn't bothered shaving, and his shirt was creased from where he had plucked it up off the hotel room floor and shoved it on. When she appeared at the counter, he held his hand out, wetting his lips. "Okay, I just... thank you, for last night. If you hadn't put up with me, I probably would have woken up in a gutter, and I feel I should clarify somewhere along the way that I usually don't get that tragic. If I made a total ass of myself, and I paid for it, trust me. It's been a long time since I had the chance to just let loose..." He trailed off and shook his head. "Ain't gonna make anymore excuses. But I just... uh... did we fuck?" he finally got to his point. "Again?"
"Don't apologise. I hate it when people apologise," Fox automatically told him as she frowned a little. "It's only applicable when it's really needed, and even then, just don't use the words 'I'm sorry'." She suspected she might have used the words herself in the pool, but she was going to overlook that. Fox finally leaned forward on the counter, hands braced against the top of it as she grinned, clearly enjoying the fact he'd finally asked the one question she had been waiting for. "No, we did not fuck. I merely got you out of your clothes so you were more comfortable. You spent most of the night on your knees, but not for any sexual reason. Much to my disappointment."
"I wasn't apologising, I was thanking you," Rob pointed out in amusement. "And clarifying that I'm a dick. I'm not really sorry for what happened last night. Just maybe that I can't remember it. I promise to only apologise if I puke on your knickers, all assuming you let the words come out of my mouth before belting the shit out of me. Things have just... my mates were intent on getting me trashed. Not that I'm making excuses." He looked at her and blinked, then groaned. "Jeezus..." he snorted, shaking his head. "Waste of a perfectly good burger then? What's it going to cost me for checking out on you then? You could always throw me up against another wall," he suggested with a smile.
Fox shrugged a shoulder. "Now you know for future reference. There's really no need to clarify that you're a dick, I can already see that you are," she added with a smirk. "I thought you didn't mind it rough? Wouldn't belting the shit out of you just be foreplay? I almost shed a tear. I'm never sharing my burgers with you again, you can feed yourself." Fox moved around the counter to stand next to him, her blue eyes flashing briefly. "I think you've had enough wall action for now."
"Thank you for that," Rob laughed. "Way to just put the boot into a guy's already withering ego. Um, yeah... I think I'd rather a mind-blowing orgasm than a thump in the face, as hot as it would probably be to see you beat someone up. I'd just rather you put your energy directed at me into other activities." His eyebrows rose and he struggled to fight the urge to push her up against the counter and make up for the night before. Still, his eyes shifted from her face to the counter with a small exhaled breath. Was there any surface sacred in his brain around her? His tongue skated across his lower lip when his blue eyes met hers again. "Now, I know you're just not offering me a sensual massage. That would be too easy."
"I can't help it. I've never been particularly nice, Rob." She tilted her head, analysing him quietly for a moment. "Hm. I'm sure we both would, but I'm just enjoying playing with you too much to give in to that just yet. Where's the fun if I don't make you work hard for it? Definitely no massages either."
Rob's eyes were locked on her face and the smirk didn't seem to be leaving his lips. "Who wants nice? Puppies are nice. Little old ladies who knit are nice..." He shifted closer to her, catching her in a stance where his leg was locked around hers but they weren't quite touching. His face was barely a breath away from her and his eyes searched over her face. "Did you sing Hendrix?" he asked, a purred edging his tone.
"Well, I'm no puppy, and I definitely no old lady that knits," she replied as she contemplated shoving him away, but having him close was way too delicious. Add in the fact she got cheated out of sex the night before, and Fox was ready to tug his pants down and just do him here and now. "I thought you didn't remember anything about last night?"
Rob laughed, letting his head drop back a little. "You're killing me here," he complained in jest and then gestured down to his groin. "Obviously not every part of me. You got me. I don't remember a fucking thing. Or... many things... but I do remember suggesting you sing Hendrix if I started praying to the porcelain gods, and you said you might. Considering the wasted burger, I'm trying to fill the gaps. Does this mean I owe you a burger now?"
"I can't help it if you don't know how to control your whole body, soldier." The truth was she had sung to him, but she wasn't going to admit it. She was grateful he didn't remember. It wasn't like she sung to just anyone, and this way she didn't have to explain herself. It was a secret she'd hang onto. "It means you owe me a few burgers for every piece of clothing you stained."
Rob raised his eyebrows. "What sort of stains are we talking here?" he had to ask and then breached that small gap between them so his hips were pressed up against hers. He let his hand trail down her back, to her hip, until it reached her ass and the tips of his fingers swept over the smooth curves there. "There I was thinking I was an extremely accurate shot..." he added in a hushed voice, his breath tickling over her jaw before he let his tongue dart out and tease a slow trail along her lower lip.
Fox's fingers trailed down his arm, her fingers curling around his wrist when they got there. She tightened her grip as she rocked her hips against his and started to create some friction between their two bodies. She closed her eyes with a moan as her head fell back and her other hand gripped the back of his neck to keep him close. He was just so... He was her addiction, no doubt about it. The chemistry with Wesley had been hot, but with Rob it was fucking explosive, and Fox was already wet and pulsing from needing him inside her. "The kind of stains that aren't sexy," she eventually answered, her tone husky. "You're not an accurate shot after a few drinks, and it's not like the toilet is hard to miss."
The counter was right behind them, and Rob's strength meant he could lift her up with ease so she was sitting up on it and he stood between her legs, pushing firmly up against her to discover more of that delicious friction. There was a chance a customer could walk in and they could get caught, but for some reason, that just fueled more of the hungry fire inside him as he squeezed her thigh and let his hand disappear up under her shirt. He wasn't kissing her yet, but his tongue and lips were almost taunting her with soft attentions to her own lips as he familiarised himself with her taste again. "Let's just put it down to a really rough posting and the fact I didn't exactly think you would show up last night..." he murmured as his hand came dangerously close to her breasts.
Fox wrapped her legs tight around him, squeezing tight as she started to laugh softly. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra even when he hadn't touched her yet, and she pushed her fingers up into his hair to grip the short strands tightly as she yanked him away to gaze at him, her eyes dark with arousal. Her lips twitched and she let out a sound close to a purr as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged it back while she sucked on it. It was her turn to tease him. She wasn't letting him keep control that easily. "Now that really is something you should fucking apologise for, soldier. Have a little faith in me. If I wasn't going to show up, you'd be out on your ass already." She toyed with the zipper on his pants before getting it open, her fingers snaking inside to get a feel for him. "Mm, there you are..."
Rob's breath caught up in his throat when her fingers closed around him and there was no stifling the hoarse, indulgent moan in his throat as the took a couple of moments to bask in the touch. He knew he had a year to make up for, but he was suspecting now that his cock's ability to go from at ease to attention in the blink of the eye was all Fox and this spark that was constantly bolting through them. It was like he had a table full of his favourite foods and he wanted to eat them all at once, though there was a suspicion there if he did that, he would pay for it. "It had nothing to do with faith. I just wasn't sure if I had what it took to stop you getting bored..." He pushed his hips forward roughly, so her fingers rubbed up the side of his cock. All he wanted was to take her forcefully on this counter, and there was going to only be a very tiny gap here where he would actually pull back and stop. He started to kiss her hungrily, his tongue trying to seek out hers for dominance and he worked on getting her jeans undone, his other hand reaching it's destination and cupping around her breast, pushing it up so he could feel the mound of soft flesh tucked in his palm.
Fox's tongue pulsed against his as they locked in a dance for dominance. She obliged him by starting to stroke her hand against his length before changing her grip, and sliding her hand further into his pants to cup his balls and massage them. Truth was she just wanted to be touching every part of him at once, and if she had an extra pair of hands they'd be gripping his ass and pulling him even tighter against her. She pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as his hand cupped her breast, and she arched her back to push it further against his palm. She wasn't opposed to being taken hard on the counter, or for any customers to walk in. They could get a free fucking show for all she cared. "Do I look like I'm falling asleep?" she asked him, and gave his balls a firm squeeze. "You're enough, trust me."
"Trust you..." Rob panted out breathlessly in the wake of the kiss. That was a tough one right there. He did not trust easily beyond his friends and colleagues. It was something that he would probably come to contemplate a lot, but right at that moment, his brain was only letting him focus on one thing, and it was all her. It felt like his skin was on fire from anticipation. He was rocking his hips, fucking her hand, and probably would have gotten off like that if they kept going a little bit longer. But it wasn't going to be enough. He needed to be in her, and he roughly stripped her jeans down, tearing them away from her hips and taking her panties with them. He was going to contemplate that underwear another time, he resolved. He always had a thing for a chick in just really hot skimpy knickers and not much else. It drove him wild, leaving him wanting to tear them off with his teeth. With her jeans down around her hips, Rob paused, an appreciative grin curling on his lips as he looked down and drew in the sight of her. He exhaled roughly, licking his lips and leaned in to catch her mouth in another sharp kiss as his fingers slipped between her legs to the wet, hot arousal there, telling him she definitely did want him as much as he wanted her.
Fox lifted herself up off the counter slightly as she started to ride his fingers, relieved to have at least some part of him between her legs. There was no doubt about the fact that her body was screaming for him. She lost herself in the kiss, not even catching onto the fact she'd asked him to trust her. She'd never given a fuck about trust before. She'd earned Wesley's trust, and he had hers, but that was different. She had to stop with the comparisons especially when Rob was already leaving his mark on her. Her tongue pushed against his and she clenched her inner muscles around his fingers as she moaned low in the back of her throat. He really needed to get inside her now, she thought as she scraped her nails up the length of his cock just enough to give him a burst of pleasure-pain. Her hand dropped from his hair to start pushing his pants further down over his hips, and expose his cock even more. She could still remember how he tasted from when she'd given him the blow job here in the tattoo parlour, and she made a mental note to give him another one as soon as possible.
Rob hissed at the small burst of pain and his cock jumped in response. The online conversation with Charlie filtered very momentarily into his brain, and he remembered telling her he wanted a rough, hot fuck. He had more than gotten that the first night with Fox, but he needed and wanted more. In fact, a controlled level of teeth contact during a blow job usually spurred him well on. It must just be the fighter in him. He pushed her back a little further, but still had her securely braced against the surface. He slipped his fingers from her, holding her gaze with a mischievous smirk as he trailed his tongue up the side of his middle finger, tasting her and moaning in response. He was still tucked between her legs and he only had to pull his hips back a little to position himself, and then drove deep inside her with a small grunt, picking up the kiss right where it left off and biting down on her lower lip until just a hint of the taste of blood swept over his tongue.
Fox growled in response to having Rob deep inside her, hands tearing his shirt open as she clawed at his skin, leaving nail marks behind. He just felt so... right. Nothing was as good as being connected to Rob. She braced one hand on his shoulder while the other one went to his ass, her nails sinking into the firm flesh. She'd be damned if she was the only one going to feel this encounter for days to come. She clenched tight around him, and pulled back out of the kiss to sweep her tongue over the cut and then dipped her head to scrape her teeth over his neck. She stopped at where she could feel his pulse, and licked at the spot before biting down and claiming him.
Any minor thought Rob might have had about getting caught was gone. His whole focus was one her, and he leaned forward, bending her further over the counter so he could pound into her harder as he set a smooth yet fast rhythm. The bursts of pain her nails and teeth were affording just set his arousal into overdrive and a sweat was covering his body just a few minutes into the embrace. He used one hand to lift her leg up, and then cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly and then pulling her against him as he thrust roughly into her. A breathless groan caught in his throat as she clenched around him and he wished he had the energy to keep this going forever. One knee was pressed painfully against the front of the counter, but he didn't care, it was giving him the leverage he needed to take her hard and fast, her appointments book going crashing to the floor in a messy heap, closely following by her stapler and small dish of paper clips. Neither seemed to even really notice the mess they were making. He turned his head to the side, giving her more easy access, but only just for a few moments. He pulled away, looking down at her with a challenging smile and then dipped his head, kissing over the swell of her breasts peeking out of her top. He growled in frustration and clawed at the front of her shit, and with one firm pull, tore it open and dragged her bra down her torso so he could wrap his lips around her nipple and bite down, returning his own burst of pain for her pleasure.
Fox's back arched sharply as her foot kicked against the front of the counter. Moments like these she was grateful the thing had a metal front. If it had been glass, the thing would have been destroyed in seconds. She let go of him with one hand, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter as she worked on lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts and take him deeper. She couldn't take him deeply enough, she couldn't arch her back enough for him to pay even more attention to her breasts. She wanted this to last forever, and she just wanted him to keep pounding, and keep pounding. She moaned out her wishes, the hand still on his body snaking around the back of his neck so her arm was hooked around him and she could lift herself up enough to press her lips against his ear and purr his name. She also wanted her fucking jeans off so she could get her legs around his waist, but it wasn't going to happen. She grunted in frustration but nothing was going to stop this, or Rob, or the climax that was quickly building. "Jesus, fuck... Rob..."
"Not this week. Ain't ever been much of a devout Christian," Rob grunted in return as he felt those warning bolts deep in his gut that were shooting like electricity to the very core of his cock. He felt like he was going to explode. His lips were dry from the the erratic breathing and he could feel his shirt sticking to his back with the thick sheen of sweat. If any customer game in right now, he would probably end up slamming their head into a wall out of frustration. He wanted to lose himself in her breasts and keep his cock buried deep inside her, but he was hitting that point of no return and he growled, trying to draw on some last vestiges of control to keep going just a little longer. He was practically on top of her now, his knee lodged against the sharp edge of the counter as every thrust felt like he was trying to take her harder and faster, but it was impossible to get any further inside her. He lifted his head, seeking out her lips and caught them up in a bruising, desperate kiss as he forced himself against her, their chests pressed together as he exploded, coming hard as he broke the kiss with a hoarse groan of her name.
Her fingers had curled around his shirt as she gripped it tightly and felt him come inside her. It was all it took really for Fox's hips to buck against his and the orgasm to tear through her as she threw her head back and cried his name out. Fuck being quiet. It was her parlour, and if she wanted loud sex in it, she would have it. She was just lucky the windows were tinted. She let go of the counter and pushed her hand up his arm and under his sleeve as she stroked her fingers against his skin, forcing the kiss to slow down and turn passionate, and tender in the wake of the climax. Her inner muscles were still pulsing around him, and she just wanted a moment to bask in their current position. It occurred to her then that they hadn't actually stayed together after any of their encounters. The first night she'd gotten up to escape into the pool, and then walked off on him. The second time he'd been here for a tattoo and left after a blow job. The third time--last night--he'd been too sick. They'd been together, but he'd been in no shape to remember it, all she'd been able to do was sing Hendrix for him. "Shit," she murmured.
Rob wet his lips, panting in an attempt to get his breathing back under control. He could feel the little pulses of satisfaction that came in the aftermath of a fucking amazing orgasm. Like his body wanted to keep climaxing, only anatomically, it was impossible. He had a hand braced on the counter beside her so they wouldn't go tumbling to the floor and he looked down at her with, flashing her a smile. "What?" he asked her breathlessly, clearing his throat and wetting his lips again. He leaned down, breaching the gap between them again, enjoying the fact he was still inside her, and brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. "Wanna come back to my room for a... something," he offered with a small shrug. "Whatever can be in my room, or... something..." It wasn't exactly the most rational propostion, and she was at work. But for some reason, this time, he wasn't going to just let her walk the fuck away.
"Yes," Fox breathed out, trying not to let the not so rational proposition, or answer get to her. "I don't just... I want something," she continued as she frowned, and wanted to kick something again for stumbling through a semi-significant confession. She looked up at Rob as her blue eyes searched his face before she brushed her thumb over his bottom lip and actually smiled. "Got no appointments, so I can close up. I'm sure if anyone really wants a tattoo they can come back tomorrow, or fuck off." She wet her lips and drew him down into a soft kiss, dropping the roughness for a moment. This time, she wasn't just going to walk away.
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He didn’t remember the ceiling of the barracks being that colour.
Come to think of it, the beds in the barracks were never this soft, either. He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling day old stubble scratch under his palm. He turned his head to try and catch the time on the clock beside his bed, but there was no clock either. Some random images from his encounter with Fox at the pool, and then again at her tattoo parlour jolted through his hung over brain and he forced himself up into a sitting position. He realised that was probably a mistake when the room felt like it dipped around him and his nose and forehead scrunched up in response to the sensory insult. “Ungh…” was all he could form verbally and not at all eloquently.
It was only then that he realised two things simultaneously. One, he had a scrunched up Post-It between his fingers that must have peeled off his face when he rubbed it, and two, he was in nothing but his blue Superman boxers.
And this wasn’t the barracks. It was a hotel room. A hotel room in Houston.
His eyes widened as he put his hand up to press his fingers to his lips. There was recollection there of being in a club and double scotch on the rocks with the odd beer here and there. In hindsight, it was probably reckless choice to move on to vodka shots after that. But then there was Fox. Outside the club, and the wall, and the kiss.
Oh fuck, what a kiss.
It had been nothing like they had shared that first night of hot, sweaty and rough sex. Sure, there had been kisses then, but this one was different. There were things behind it that he couldn't even begin to analyse. Things between them were... strange, but intense. It was like they had a constant fight of push pull, neither quite willing to relinquish dominance to the other. She was more than a challenge for him. It was like she was matching him at every tactical move, and it wasn't something he was used to in a lover. He was just cursing himself stupidly for the fact he had been drunk, and now was wondering if he had maybe imagined it being more than it was. After she inked his ass with the Superman tattoo, she had a bunch of clients show up for work, and it led to her distractedly agreeing to meet him at the nearby club for a drink when she closed for the day. For some reason, he felt it was the least he could do after she blew him within an inch of his life on the tattoo table. He swore he lost consciousness momentarily from the force in which he came with her mouth wrapped around him like that. He should have walked away again, he should have. They could have left it at one night, plus a blow job and ass tattoo right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. That little voice wasn't going to let him walk away this time, even if part of him never expected her to show for that drink. He still suspected he was just a toy for her, someone she was having fun playing with. But she came, albeit late after getting held up with a job, and by the time she did, Rob had hooked up with his mates again and was already well on his way with the alcohol. He had rounds bought for him. A lot of rounds. It had been a long time since he had a healthy piss up and he got trashed a lot quicker than he anticipated. Luckily he was still mostly sober when she arrived, though, and he happily parted ways with his friends to hook up with her. Fox was the first woman to really catch his eye after his divorce. But it wasn’t even catching his eye; it was just like a charge of electricity crackling between them that he couldn’t explain, and he felt like he couldn't get enough of when he was in her presence. They just connected and he hadn’t ever really felt that with anyone… ever, cheating ex wife included. He might have soon been extremely drunk once they moved on to vodka shots and tequila shots together (including the very delicious body shots they dared each other to try), but there were prominent parts he could remember.
Like the kiss.
The kiss she instigated. And then more of that volley of flirting between them before she offered him a burger. A shared meal, type thing. Which he accepted, and they were heading back to his room again…
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The kiss took him by surprise and caught him off guard. He nearly lost his balance and his arm reflexively enclosed tighter around her waist. The force of it caused him to knock his head back against the wall, but he didn't notice. There was barely a couple of beats of shock before he was kissing back, the pent up emotion of the past year surging to the forefront. His hand went to her ass and he pulled her roughly against him, growling into the kiss and fighting her for dominance within it. There was nothing romantic or sweet about it. It was hot, rough and raw, and he couldn't get enough.
Fox indulged in letting the kiss go on longer than she'd intended, the fact that he was trying to challenge her, something she was not going to let go of lightly. She bit down on his lower lip as she ended the kiss, tugging at it before she released it with a purr. "Still need a good, hard drink?"
Rob ran his tongue over his lips, almost expecting to taste blood there with how they were throbbing from the force of the kiss. The corners flicked into a devious smile. "That all depends on what your next move is," he said, panting to catch his breath. He caught her hand in his again, reminiscent of their encounter at the pool and held it up, his blue eyes trailing over the tattoo before he pressed his lips against it and then trailed the tip of his tongue over the intricate design.
Fox watched him, blue eyes narrowed as she fought the urge to let out another quiet moan. He wasn't going to win this time. She also had a deep urge to smack his head against the wall again for being so damn hot. "I'm not planning on doing anything on an empty stomach," Fox told him simply. "I did get two burgers if you want one. I was going to stick one in the fridge to reheat later."
This was the first time Rob realised she was carrying a take-out bag, which probably said a lot for his state of mind and their skills. She could have him up against the wall with her tongue down his throat and still not drop her prized burgers. That must have been where she disappeared to when Rob was trying to bid a clumsy farewell to his mates at the bar before leaving. "Are you just going to throw it at my head and run? Or are we talking a shared meal type thing here?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he was apparently not bothered in the slightest to still be smashed up against the wall by her. Actually, he was thinking extremely x-rated thoughts about that very wall, but he was drunk. That could be the excuse for everything.
Fox smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "That is incredibly tempting, but I was thinking we might actually try and share a meal. You're drunk, I'm starving. Food needs to play a part in this scenario at some point. I don't clean up puke." Her knee moved again to rub up against him before she grabbed at his shirt front and pulled him off the wall, waiting to see if he could keep his balance before she let go and started off in the direction of his hotel.
"What about just sitting with me and singing Hendrix songs while I puke to take my mind off it?" Rob suggested, definitely losing the ability to walk in a straight line. He followed her, but there wasn't anything elegant about it and he nearly sent himself sprawling on the ground when he tripped on a loose edge of the gutter, but a strategically placed lamp post gave him something to grab hold of and prevent potential disaster. The stumble gave him a prime view of her ass though and he smirked appreciatively at the view. "Does the ass come with ink?" he found coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Hell, booze was not his friend.
Fox rolled her eyes as she heard his stumbling, and turned to glance over her shoulder. "Would it help if I got you a leash?" At his question she just gave him a smile, and tugged up the back of her shirt. It was clear that the ink covering her back disappeared past her waistband. She was amused that he hadn't noticed in the pool, but then it wasn't like she had had her back to him before much. She needed to add hopeless drunks to her list of weaknesses. "I can maybe sing Hendrix," she conceded after a long moment.
Rob hooked his hand around her hip so he could lean over to see her lower back. The tips of his fingers brushed over the design before he rose up again, touching her cheek to turn her face towards his. "That could be an interesting start," he decided, his thumb just briefly touching the fullness of her lower lip before his hand dropped again. "I always did like it rough."
Fox looked back at him, before pushing him away so he was back at arm's length. "Yes, it could be. You still need to be able to make it back to the hotel. I'm not helping you, Laird." A part of Fox wanted to make sure Rob wasn't dependent on her, as unfair as it was to watch him struggle. "I'm not a kind mistress."
"I don't want a mistress, I want a challenge," Rob threw back. He flipped her off with a smirk before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and managing to fall into step beside her. If she kept at this pace, he should make it back okay without face-planting in a shrub. "And I don't need or want you to protect me, I just want you to fuck my brains out. I'm not lookin' for another marriage. My nuts just grew back after the last one."
Fox kept her gaze ahead as before she reached out and pushed him so he stumbled. "I'm not fucking your brains out again until you prove to me you won't vomit all over my skimpy underwear. If I was you, I'd keep it in my fucking pants for now, soldier." She kept a hold on his collar as she righted him again, flashing a briefly apologetic smile before continuing to the hotel.
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After that, it got hazy. Then all he remembered was now, waking up with a Post-It stuck to his forehead, and the only thing keeping him ‘decent’ being Superman boxers. Which, in themselves, begged to differ over the ‘decent’. With Fox absolutely nowhere in sight. He held the note up close to his face so his groggy brain could focus on the words scrawled there.
Is that Kryptonite in your shorts, Superman, or are you just pleased to see me?
Rob blinked and then bit down on his lower lip, a small blush creeping across his cheeks. In the cold light of day, his inhibitions weren’t as loose as when he was drunk. This was all well and good following that fucking fantastic kiss on the streets against the wall, but he tentatively tugged back the elastic of his boxers to peek at his package for any sort of answer as to whether he had made a complete and utter dickhead of himself when he had actually been trying to seduce her. There was video evidence and witness testimony over the years that told him he was far from an elegant drunk. Far, far from one. Surely he couldn't have completely ruined his whole sexy, suave soldier persona in one drunken night? He had to see her again, to at least apologise for any stupidity that he could have done but didn't remember. So, after spending the whole morning with his head in the toilet of the hotel room, he felt better when the clocked ticked past midday and by the afternoon he was feeling normal again. He was far from a lightweight. It had taken a lot of booze to get him to the point he was the previous night. Usually he was pretty tolerant. He just wished he managed to be more tolerant in the company of a chick he couldn't stop imagining himself balls deep in, over and over and over again.
Reluctantly and sheepishly, he showed up back in her tattoo parlour, looking a lot less neat than he had done on their previous encounters. He hadn't bothered shaving, and his shirt was creased from where he had plucked it up off the hotel room floor and shoved it on. When she appeared at the counter, he held his hand out, wetting his lips. "Okay, I just... thank you, for last night. If you hadn't put up with me, I probably would have woken up in a gutter, and I feel I should clarify somewhere along the way that I usually don't get that tragic. If I made a total ass of myself, and I paid for it, trust me. It's been a long time since I had the chance to just let loose..." He trailed off and shook his head. "Ain't gonna make anymore excuses. But I just... uh... did we fuck?" he finally got to his point. "Again?"
"Don't apologise. I hate it when people apologise," Fox automatically told him as she frowned a little. "It's only applicable when it's really needed, and even then, just don't use the words 'I'm sorry'." She suspected she might have used the words herself in the pool, but she was going to overlook that. Fox finally leaned forward on the counter, hands braced against the top of it as she grinned, clearly enjoying the fact he'd finally asked the one question she had been waiting for. "No, we did not fuck. I merely got you out of your clothes so you were more comfortable. You spent most of the night on your knees, but not for any sexual reason. Much to my disappointment."
"I wasn't apologising, I was thanking you," Rob pointed out in amusement. "And clarifying that I'm a dick. I'm not really sorry for what happened last night. Just maybe that I can't remember it. I promise to only apologise if I puke on your knickers, all assuming you let the words come out of my mouth before belting the shit out of me. Things have just... my mates were intent on getting me trashed. Not that I'm making excuses." He looked at her and blinked, then groaned. "Jeezus..." he snorted, shaking his head. "Waste of a perfectly good burger then? What's it going to cost me for checking out on you then? You could always throw me up against another wall," he suggested with a smile.
Fox shrugged a shoulder. "Now you know for future reference. There's really no need to clarify that you're a dick, I can already see that you are," she added with a smirk. "I thought you didn't mind it rough? Wouldn't belting the shit out of you just be foreplay? I almost shed a tear. I'm never sharing my burgers with you again, you can feed yourself." Fox moved around the counter to stand next to him, her blue eyes flashing briefly. "I think you've had enough wall action for now."
"Thank you for that," Rob laughed. "Way to just put the boot into a guy's already withering ego. Um, yeah... I think I'd rather a mind-blowing orgasm than a thump in the face, as hot as it would probably be to see you beat someone up. I'd just rather you put your energy directed at me into other activities." His eyebrows rose and he struggled to fight the urge to push her up against the counter and make up for the night before. Still, his eyes shifted from her face to the counter with a small exhaled breath. Was there any surface sacred in his brain around her? His tongue skated across his lower lip when his blue eyes met hers again. "Now, I know you're just not offering me a sensual massage. That would be too easy."
"I can't help it. I've never been particularly nice, Rob." She tilted her head, analysing him quietly for a moment. "Hm. I'm sure we both would, but I'm just enjoying playing with you too much to give in to that just yet. Where's the fun if I don't make you work hard for it? Definitely no massages either."
Rob's eyes were locked on her face and the smirk didn't seem to be leaving his lips. "Who wants nice? Puppies are nice. Little old ladies who knit are nice..." He shifted closer to her, catching her in a stance where his leg was locked around hers but they weren't quite touching. His face was barely a breath away from her and his eyes searched over her face. "Did you sing Hendrix?" he asked, a purred edging his tone.
"Well, I'm no puppy, and I definitely no old lady that knits," she replied as she contemplated shoving him away, but having him close was way too delicious. Add in the fact she got cheated out of sex the night before, and Fox was ready to tug his pants down and just do him here and now. "I thought you didn't remember anything about last night?"
Rob laughed, letting his head drop back a little. "You're killing me here," he complained in jest and then gestured down to his groin. "Obviously not every part of me. You got me. I don't remember a fucking thing. Or... many things... but I do remember suggesting you sing Hendrix if I started praying to the porcelain gods, and you said you might. Considering the wasted burger, I'm trying to fill the gaps. Does this mean I owe you a burger now?"
"I can't help it if you don't know how to control your whole body, soldier." The truth was she had sung to him, but she wasn't going to admit it. She was grateful he didn't remember. It wasn't like she sung to just anyone, and this way she didn't have to explain herself. It was a secret she'd hang onto. "It means you owe me a few burgers for every piece of clothing you stained."
Rob raised his eyebrows. "What sort of stains are we talking here?" he had to ask and then breached that small gap between them so his hips were pressed up against hers. He let his hand trail down her back, to her hip, until it reached her ass and the tips of his fingers swept over the smooth curves there. "There I was thinking I was an extremely accurate shot..." he added in a hushed voice, his breath tickling over her jaw before he let his tongue dart out and tease a slow trail along her lower lip.
Fox's fingers trailed down his arm, her fingers curling around his wrist when they got there. She tightened her grip as she rocked her hips against his and started to create some friction between their two bodies. She closed her eyes with a moan as her head fell back and her other hand gripped the back of his neck to keep him close. He was just so... He was her addiction, no doubt about it. The chemistry with Wesley had been hot, but with Rob it was fucking explosive, and Fox was already wet and pulsing from needing him inside her. "The kind of stains that aren't sexy," she eventually answered, her tone husky. "You're not an accurate shot after a few drinks, and it's not like the toilet is hard to miss."
The counter was right behind them, and Rob's strength meant he could lift her up with ease so she was sitting up on it and he stood between her legs, pushing firmly up against her to discover more of that delicious friction. There was a chance a customer could walk in and they could get caught, but for some reason, that just fueled more of the hungry fire inside him as he squeezed her thigh and let his hand disappear up under her shirt. He wasn't kissing her yet, but his tongue and lips were almost taunting her with soft attentions to her own lips as he familiarised himself with her taste again. "Let's just put it down to a really rough posting and the fact I didn't exactly think you would show up last night..." he murmured as his hand came dangerously close to her breasts.
Fox wrapped her legs tight around him, squeezing tight as she started to laugh softly. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra even when he hadn't touched her yet, and she pushed her fingers up into his hair to grip the short strands tightly as she yanked him away to gaze at him, her eyes dark with arousal. Her lips twitched and she let out a sound close to a purr as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged it back while she sucked on it. It was her turn to tease him. She wasn't letting him keep control that easily. "Now that really is something you should fucking apologise for, soldier. Have a little faith in me. If I wasn't going to show up, you'd be out on your ass already." She toyed with the zipper on his pants before getting it open, her fingers snaking inside to get a feel for him. "Mm, there you are..."
Rob's breath caught up in his throat when her fingers closed around him and there was no stifling the hoarse, indulgent moan in his throat as the took a couple of moments to bask in the touch. He knew he had a year to make up for, but he was suspecting now that his cock's ability to go from at ease to attention in the blink of the eye was all Fox and this spark that was constantly bolting through them. It was like he had a table full of his favourite foods and he wanted to eat them all at once, though there was a suspicion there if he did that, he would pay for it. "It had nothing to do with faith. I just wasn't sure if I had what it took to stop you getting bored..." He pushed his hips forward roughly, so her fingers rubbed up the side of his cock. All he wanted was to take her forcefully on this counter, and there was going to only be a very tiny gap here where he would actually pull back and stop. He started to kiss her hungrily, his tongue trying to seek out hers for dominance and he worked on getting her jeans undone, his other hand reaching it's destination and cupping around her breast, pushing it up so he could feel the mound of soft flesh tucked in his palm.
Fox's tongue pulsed against his as they locked in a dance for dominance. She obliged him by starting to stroke her hand against his length before changing her grip, and sliding her hand further into his pants to cup his balls and massage them. Truth was she just wanted to be touching every part of him at once, and if she had an extra pair of hands they'd be gripping his ass and pulling him even tighter against her. She pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as his hand cupped her breast, and she arched her back to push it further against his palm. She wasn't opposed to being taken hard on the counter, or for any customers to walk in. They could get a free fucking show for all she cared. "Do I look like I'm falling asleep?" she asked him, and gave his balls a firm squeeze. "You're enough, trust me."
"Trust you..." Rob panted out breathlessly in the wake of the kiss. That was a tough one right there. He did not trust easily beyond his friends and colleagues. It was something that he would probably come to contemplate a lot, but right at that moment, his brain was only letting him focus on one thing, and it was all her. It felt like his skin was on fire from anticipation. He was rocking his hips, fucking her hand, and probably would have gotten off like that if they kept going a little bit longer. But it wasn't going to be enough. He needed to be in her, and he roughly stripped her jeans down, tearing them away from her hips and taking her panties with them. He was going to contemplate that underwear another time, he resolved. He always had a thing for a chick in just really hot skimpy knickers and not much else. It drove him wild, leaving him wanting to tear them off with his teeth. With her jeans down around her hips, Rob paused, an appreciative grin curling on his lips as he looked down and drew in the sight of her. He exhaled roughly, licking his lips and leaned in to catch her mouth in another sharp kiss as his fingers slipped between her legs to the wet, hot arousal there, telling him she definitely did want him as much as he wanted her.
Fox lifted herself up off the counter slightly as she started to ride his fingers, relieved to have at least some part of him between her legs. There was no doubt about the fact that her body was screaming for him. She lost herself in the kiss, not even catching onto the fact she'd asked him to trust her. She'd never given a fuck about trust before. She'd earned Wesley's trust, and he had hers, but that was different. She had to stop with the comparisons especially when Rob was already leaving his mark on her. Her tongue pushed against his and she clenched her inner muscles around his fingers as she moaned low in the back of her throat. He really needed to get inside her now, she thought as she scraped her nails up the length of his cock just enough to give him a burst of pleasure-pain. Her hand dropped from his hair to start pushing his pants further down over his hips, and expose his cock even more. She could still remember how he tasted from when she'd given him the blow job here in the tattoo parlour, and she made a mental note to give him another one as soon as possible.
Rob hissed at the small burst of pain and his cock jumped in response. The online conversation with Charlie filtered very momentarily into his brain, and he remembered telling her he wanted a rough, hot fuck. He had more than gotten that the first night with Fox, but he needed and wanted more. In fact, a controlled level of teeth contact during a blow job usually spurred him well on. It must just be the fighter in him. He pushed her back a little further, but still had her securely braced against the surface. He slipped his fingers from her, holding her gaze with a mischievous smirk as he trailed his tongue up the side of his middle finger, tasting her and moaning in response. He was still tucked between her legs and he only had to pull his hips back a little to position himself, and then drove deep inside her with a small grunt, picking up the kiss right where it left off and biting down on her lower lip until just a hint of the taste of blood swept over his tongue.
Fox growled in response to having Rob deep inside her, hands tearing his shirt open as she clawed at his skin, leaving nail marks behind. He just felt so... right. Nothing was as good as being connected to Rob. She braced one hand on his shoulder while the other one went to his ass, her nails sinking into the firm flesh. She'd be damned if she was the only one going to feel this encounter for days to come. She clenched tight around him, and pulled back out of the kiss to sweep her tongue over the cut and then dipped her head to scrape her teeth over his neck. She stopped at where she could feel his pulse, and licked at the spot before biting down and claiming him.
Any minor thought Rob might have had about getting caught was gone. His whole focus was one her, and he leaned forward, bending her further over the counter so he could pound into her harder as he set a smooth yet fast rhythm. The bursts of pain her nails and teeth were affording just set his arousal into overdrive and a sweat was covering his body just a few minutes into the embrace. He used one hand to lift her leg up, and then cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly and then pulling her against him as he thrust roughly into her. A breathless groan caught in his throat as she clenched around him and he wished he had the energy to keep this going forever. One knee was pressed painfully against the front of the counter, but he didn't care, it was giving him the leverage he needed to take her hard and fast, her appointments book going crashing to the floor in a messy heap, closely following by her stapler and small dish of paper clips. Neither seemed to even really notice the mess they were making. He turned his head to the side, giving her more easy access, but only just for a few moments. He pulled away, looking down at her with a challenging smile and then dipped his head, kissing over the swell of her breasts peeking out of her top. He growled in frustration and clawed at the front of her shit, and with one firm pull, tore it open and dragged her bra down her torso so he could wrap his lips around her nipple and bite down, returning his own burst of pain for her pleasure.
Fox's back arched sharply as her foot kicked against the front of the counter. Moments like these she was grateful the thing had a metal front. If it had been glass, the thing would have been destroyed in seconds. She let go of him with one hand, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter as she worked on lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts and take him deeper. She couldn't take him deeply enough, she couldn't arch her back enough for him to pay even more attention to her breasts. She wanted this to last forever, and she just wanted him to keep pounding, and keep pounding. She moaned out her wishes, the hand still on his body snaking around the back of his neck so her arm was hooked around him and she could lift herself up enough to press her lips against his ear and purr his name. She also wanted her fucking jeans off so she could get her legs around his waist, but it wasn't going to happen. She grunted in frustration but nothing was going to stop this, or Rob, or the climax that was quickly building. "Jesus, fuck... Rob..."
"Not this week. Ain't ever been much of a devout Christian," Rob grunted in return as he felt those warning bolts deep in his gut that were shooting like electricity to the very core of his cock. He felt like he was going to explode. His lips were dry from the the erratic breathing and he could feel his shirt sticking to his back with the thick sheen of sweat. If any customer game in right now, he would probably end up slamming their head into a wall out of frustration. He wanted to lose himself in her breasts and keep his cock buried deep inside her, but he was hitting that point of no return and he growled, trying to draw on some last vestiges of control to keep going just a little longer. He was practically on top of her now, his knee lodged against the sharp edge of the counter as every thrust felt like he was trying to take her harder and faster, but it was impossible to get any further inside her. He lifted his head, seeking out her lips and caught them up in a bruising, desperate kiss as he forced himself against her, their chests pressed together as he exploded, coming hard as he broke the kiss with a hoarse groan of her name.
Her fingers had curled around his shirt as she gripped it tightly and felt him come inside her. It was all it took really for Fox's hips to buck against his and the orgasm to tear through her as she threw her head back and cried his name out. Fuck being quiet. It was her parlour, and if she wanted loud sex in it, she would have it. She was just lucky the windows were tinted. She let go of the counter and pushed her hand up his arm and under his sleeve as she stroked her fingers against his skin, forcing the kiss to slow down and turn passionate, and tender in the wake of the climax. Her inner muscles were still pulsing around him, and she just wanted a moment to bask in their current position. It occurred to her then that they hadn't actually stayed together after any of their encounters. The first night she'd gotten up to escape into the pool, and then walked off on him. The second time he'd been here for a tattoo and left after a blow job. The third time--last night--he'd been too sick. They'd been together, but he'd been in no shape to remember it, all she'd been able to do was sing Hendrix for him. "Shit," she murmured.
Rob wet his lips, panting in an attempt to get his breathing back under control. He could feel the little pulses of satisfaction that came in the aftermath of a fucking amazing orgasm. Like his body wanted to keep climaxing, only anatomically, it was impossible. He had a hand braced on the counter beside her so they wouldn't go tumbling to the floor and he looked down at her with, flashing her a smile. "What?" he asked her breathlessly, clearing his throat and wetting his lips again. He leaned down, breaching the gap between them again, enjoying the fact he was still inside her, and brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. "Wanna come back to my room for a... something," he offered with a small shrug. "Whatever can be in my room, or... something..." It wasn't exactly the most rational propostion, and she was at work. But for some reason, this time, he wasn't going to just let her walk the fuck away.
"Yes," Fox breathed out, trying not to let the not so rational proposition, or answer get to her. "I don't just... I want something," she continued as she frowned, and wanted to kick something again for stumbling through a semi-significant confession. She looked up at Rob as her blue eyes searched his face before she brushed her thumb over his bottom lip and actually smiled. "Got no appointments, so I can close up. I'm sure if anyone really wants a tattoo they can come back tomorrow, or fuck off." She wet her lips and drew him down into a soft kiss, dropping the roughness for a moment. This time, she wasn't just going to walk away.
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