welcome to the rockhouse

[alaspoorwarrick]

Ray's Rockhouse, that's my joint
House of soul, git my point
We don't care what's your views
Come in here, lose yo' blues
When trouble comes a-knockin'
Everything looks better while yer rockin'
You don't notice trouble while yer rockin'
--"Ray's Rockhouse", Manhattan TransferAfter seeing Karen's hut - which is chill, don't get me wrong, but it's

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[poison_lipstick]

As soon as Saffron found out where Warrick's new hut was, she headed straight over there. She wasn't really angry with him for taking off like he'd done at the party, but boy was she going to make sure he made it up to her anyhow.

The door was open slightly, so she didn't bother knocking, just slipped in smoothly with a look of mock outrage. "Listen here, mister, if you think you can just run off on me and expect to get away...with...it..." As her eyes adjusted to the lower lighting of the hut, her tirade slowly ground to a halt as the first thing she noticed was a very nice ass. "Well now," she said, her expression changing smoothly and easily into a seductive smile and her tone becoming much softer. It was like flipping a switch. "That's one way to stay cool. Or were you expecting me?"

[alaspoorwarrick]

I know that voice, and that tone. Aww, yeah, I'm in the shit. My back goes up a little, 'cos, y'know, people got killed that night and I was trying to keep the numbers down. But leaving a lady without an explanation, that ain't right, so I'm saying, "Helen," soft and apologetic, before I even remember I'm bare-ass

[poison_lipstick]

She figured him for a cop. The funny thing was that back home, she avoided the law like it was the gorram plague and yet around here, it didn't seem to happen that way. Police still made her bristle, at least inwardly, but they weren't no Alliance, that was for sure.

"You're forgiven, Warrick," she said, sliding the rock out of the way so that the door closed, but moving no closer to him. "You just owe me now, is all."

[alaspoorwarrick]

I'm forgiven, Warrick? Yeah, that's all kinds of you're so not in control right there. 'Specially with her sliding the rock out of the way and letting the door shut, damn.

Not that I'm complaining in the least, y'know, just saying, damn. 'Cos this is a situation, between the look in her eyes, you owe me, and me being butt naked.

I smile, slow and easy, trying to get some leverage. "What's the going rate on something like that, leaving a beautiful woman hanging to investigate a shootout?"

[poison_lipstick]

The thing about Saffron was that she was always in control. Sometimes, you didn't even realize it. This was not one of those times. "That's a good question," Saffron replied, slowly and casually closing the distance between them, then lowering to a crouch at his side. "And I think the answer is..." A subtly wicked grin spread across her face and she reached over to give him a smack on the ass, once. "that you should start getting creative."

[alaspoorwarrick]

There's nothing ambiguous about a smack on the ass, not here, not even in Vegas unless you're paying for it. She grins, too, and I'm not a betting man anymore, but if I were, I'd lay money on that being the same look Adam saw when Eve held out the apple.

I reach back and grab her wrist before she can get outta range. She's crouching with no leverage, and it's one easy tug and a roll to send her sprawling across my chest. And, yeah, I'm bare ass and bare everything else, but I'm real sure she's not gonna mind.

"I'm a science nerd, Helen. I'm all about the evidence and following it wherever it leads. Right now the hard evidence is leading to you and me spending a little time up close and personal." And then maybe I'll get creative.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron went tumbling with a tiny squeak as Warrick tugged on her wrist, still managing to fall gracefully as she landed on top of him, a smile already spreading once again across her face. She definitely appreciated a bit of aggressiveness from a man. "Now you're getting the picture, honey," she purred, moving against him just enough to make a difference.

[alaspoorwarrick]

Giving up a strangled groan, the kind I know she's looking for, I slide my hand down her spine to keep the pressure on, 'cos damn - "Damn, girl." - it's been too long. I tangle my other hand in her hair, but don't kiss her just yet. "That's not all I'm getting."

[poison_lipstick]

"Mmmm, I can tell." Saffron grinned seductively, making another subtle wiggle for effect. "Well, honey, now that you have me here, whatever will you do with me?" she asked, all feigned innocence and helplessness even as she pressed against him.

[alaspoorwarrick]

It's not like I have to think about it, a'ight, with Helen rubbing against me like that. Damn good thing, too. Damn good. 'Cos my brain isn't where I'm doing most of my thinking right about now.

"Aww, y'know," I say, watching the quirk of her mouth and thinking how sweet she's going to taste. "I thought maybe we'd play some chess, have a nice cup of tea." I flex my hips up into her, just enough she knows I'm playing.

[poison_lipstick]

She let her eyes flutter shut at the shift of his hips and bit her lower lip lightly, looking for all the 'verse like she was on the verge of losing it completely. "You read my mind," she murmured, her eyes still closed, and she smiled slowly before opening them again. "I always did like tea."

[alaspoorwarrick]

There's a line in there somewhere, about liking my women like I like my tea, tart with lemon and sweet with honey, but I can't even, 'cos I'm staring at her mouth now and my brain's gone due south. "Yeah," I draw it out thick and slow, then catch her bottom lip between my teeth and tug on it. "I had a feeling you might, baby."

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron gave him the tiniest tease of a whimper as he caught her bottom lip, thoroughly enjoying the sensual give-and-take that had so easily started between them. She lingered with her lips close to his own, restraining herself with practiced ease, and let the fingers of one hand wander as they might along his bare skin as she awaited his downfall.

[alaspoorwarrick]

Now I've got a choice to make, wait her out or close the deal.