Lyon sipped his water as he waited for Claire to arrive. He'd chosen a table a little off to one side of the restaurant that let him see the entrance while still providing an illusion of privacy. The place was nice but not too fancy, coming in somewhere between "family dining" and "snooty." While he could have afforded the latter it was so not
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But then she was distracted from her distracting by Lyon's question. She paused a moment to think it over before responding. So much had happened in her life so far that it was difficult to figure out where to begin. To begin at the beginning would take her all night.
"Hm. Well, most recently I had left college, gotten out of a relationship that was going nowhere, and was driving around the US. Before that I had always had people protecting me and trying to keep me in this little bubble, and I was dying to get out and do something on my own." Claire cut up her steak as she spoke, mostly to give her hands something to do. "One night I went to bed in my crappy side-of-the-road motel, and I woke up here. And now... I'm really happy I'm here, to be honest."
Of course, that mostly had to do with Lyon, though she didn't mention it. She didn't really feel the need to, figuring he'd guess it was his own doing. "But that's a really condensed story, I've kind of been through a lot of really crappy experiences in the past few years. What about you?"
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He didn't let his body's reactions distract him from following Claire's story though. It was interesting to hear that she had attended college for a while, as he hadn't been sure if she'd gotten that far yet or had still been in High School. He felt a weird sense of relief when she mentioned no longer being in a relationship. The comment shouldn't have had any affect on him at all given the fact he normally couldn't care less about stuff like that, but for some reason knowing that he didn't have to compete with some far-off boyfriend was some of the best news that Lyon had heard in months. The rest of Claire's story made him a little sad though, and he reached out to take her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm sorry things have been rough for you babe, but I'm glad you've been happier since ending up here. It may not be home, but it's actually a pretty cool place." Lyon's smile was soft as he added, "Especially when it let's me hang out with you." Mentally grimacing at how utterly dorky that last bit had sounded to him, Lyon released Claire's hand and cleared his throat self-consciously before answering her question.
"I was actually doing the same kinda thing you were before I woke up here. After I graduated from High School I spent the summer hanging out with my buddies until they left for university. I, uh, hadn't actually applied to any schools yet myself, so I was kinda at a loss as to what to do after they left." The truth was that his grades were so poor that only community colleges would accept him, but he didn't want to look stupid in front of Claire so Lyon kept that bit to himself. "Dad and mom were pushing me to do something with my life, but I was sick of classes and homework and studying and all that crap so I didn't want to start taking classes yet. Thankfully my aunt Marguerite was visiting us at the time and overheard one of my, uh, discussions, with dad and suggested that I do what they do in Europe and take a 'Gap Year' and do some traveling." Lyon paused to eat a bite of steak and sip more of his drink before continuing.
"So I packed my things a few days later and left Toronto to spend some time in L.A. with my cousin Vincent. I spent a few months with him before heading out to New York to see my other cousin, Bastian, and see the headquarters of the family business. I spent another few months in New York before packing up and getting ready to fly to Italy to hang out with my long-lost cousin Christian and see the sights." Lyon set down his knife and fork and gave Claire a wry grin. "Like you I went to sleep in one hotel room and woke up in one that was very different from the one I'd been in the night before. I still had my suitcase and the stuff I'd packed in it, but that was all. That was about nine months ago..." It had never really sunk in until just then just how long he'd been at the hotel, and for a moment Lyon looked a little stunned before his expression returned to normal.
[OOC: Holy crap did this tag get away from me! XD Sorry! Obviously I don't expect you/Claire to directly respond to all of it.]
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Claire listened, enjoying her meal as she did so. She was a little intrigued as he mentioned having so much family, having never been very close to her extended family - her adoptive family or her birth family. "Wow," she said, sipping at her cocktail, "you have a lot of family. I've got a birth family and an adoptive family and I've hardly met anyone from either."
It was also interesting to learn he'd been at the hotel for so long, and as she thought about it, she realized she'd sort of lost track of how long she'd been there. It had to be a few months at least, right? Time was flying, she was having fun and for once in her young adulthood she wasn't worrying about anything. It was nice.
(OOC: Ha, my tag before almost got away with me, I was trying to rein it in. No worries. XD)
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"I didn't know you were adopted," Lyon said after a few moments of companionable silence, his voice and expression betraying only honest curiosity. "That must have been hard. When did you find out?"
[OOC: And I go from super long to super short. *facepalm* Still, I'd rather the tags be on the shorter side and end on logical breaks than be novellas that are difficult to keep up with.]
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Claire paused, thinking of what to add to that, taking a few bites of mashed potatoes. "I was given to my family as a baby because I was unplanned, but honestly I'm glad for it. I just wouldn't be me if I'd grown up with them. I'm happy with how things turned out."
There was a satisfied look on her face, and she was stealing her own glances at Lyon from her side of the table. She couldn't wait to get him alone.
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"I like how things turned out too." His goofy grin was back, although Lyon didn't seem to notice it. "I mean, I know things were really hard for you for a while there, so that part sucked, and now you're stuck here, which can be kind of a pain sometimes, but, well, you're a pretty awesome girl Claire, and I'm really glad we got stuck in that cabin together." It finally seemed to sink in how mushy he was being, and while everything he'd said was absolutely true it still embarrassed Lyon to hear himself say it. So to cover it up he pushed away his plate and quickly changed the subject.
"What do you say we get desert to go? This has been fun, but I'm thinking we should continue this discussion someplace more private." Even though there were a few bites left of his dinner Lyon had no intention of finishing it. He was full enough for now, and food was the furthest things from his mind. And while he definitely wanted to talk with her more, he also wanted to do things with Claire that didn't necessarily require it, and those things were starting to drive him to distraction.
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The conversation was nice but she wanted to kiss him, to touch him, and even if they weren't going to have sex right away, she sort of wanted to get out of her dress. Of course, it'd be a filthy lie if she said she would've minded an after-dinner snuggle, too.
"Also, you know," Claire added, smirking, "once we get upstairs I can thank you properly for dinner." Her fingers twitched as she pushed her nearly-empty plate forward, she longed to unfasten all those buttons, one by one...
Without even realizing, she licked her lips as she looked at him from across the table.
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"Well then, I think it's definitely time we got out of here. This is no place for you to give me the kind of 'thank you' gift I want." Since that involved both of them getting naked as soon as possible Lyon was more anxious than ever to get Claire up to his room. Because while the idea of clearing off the table and taking Claire right then and there had a certain appeal he preferred to do that kind of thing in private. "If your gift is really good I might even give you one in return," he teased, his smile mirroring Claire's and just as full of sensual promise.
Lyon then flagged down the waiter and told him that they were ready to go, and after telling Claire to order whatever she wanted for desert he handed the waiter his debit card. Lyon was glad he'd had it on him when he'd woken up in the hotel. He was also glad that his trust fund was big enough that his expenses here weren't making a noticeable dent in his finances. While he didn't like to throw it in people's faces he did like that his family was filthy rich.
A few minutes later the check was paid and Lyon and Claire were heading towards the elevators. In one hand Lyon held the small box with their desert and in the other he held Claire's hand, his fingers interwoven with hers. It felt more natural than ever, and he gave her hand an affectionate squeeze as they waited for an elevator to arrive.
"It'll be nice to end the evening in my room instead of out in the wilderness somewhere." He pulled Claire a little closer to him as he spoke. The silver in his eyes was already turning molten as he gazed at her. "It'll be nice to be in an honest-to-god bed for once too." Even though he didn't come right out and say so it was still clear that Lyon wasn't going to let Claire leave until he'd taken her several times.
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"Yeah, I'm looking forward to spending the night somewhere comfortable with you. Not that I minded meeting up with you in those other places." Her lips were turned up into a playful smirk, eyes wide and dark with desire. She was fully expecting him to have his way with her before he let her go, hell, she wanted the exact same.
So, when the elevator dinged open, she was practically dragging him inside, leaning up against the wall as she waited for him to press the button for his floor. "Kiss me," she said firmly, the moment the elevator doors closed, leaving them alone inside.
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Yet beneath the obvious desire, the lust, she felt something deeper, or at least she thought she was. Claire felt passion in that kiss, in the way he pinned her to the wall, gripping her possessively. Her lips faltered over his as the thought crossed her mind that she could actually fall for him.
In true Claire fashion, however, she recovered quickly, almost growling against his mouth as she pressed up against him to kiss him more passionately.
( OOC: I wanna apologize that it took me so long to tag back. I've been super easily distracted lately and I've been kind of scatter-brained on all my tags. But I have a long weekend now so I'll be getting back on track. :) )
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Lyon was too caught up in their kiss and the feel of Claire's sweet little body rubbing against his own to notice when she became momentarily distracted. Especially since he had been rather intently focused on the task of working his hand inside her dress at the time. It took a bit of doing given how close they were to each other, but Lyon eventually managed to pull it off, cupping one pert little breast in his hand and humming with triumph into their kiss. He then began to knead it eagerly, his palm covering the nipple as his strong fingers squeezed and stroked the firm flesh.
[OOC: That's quite alright! I completely understand. It happens to me far more often than I'd like, especially when work decides to kicking my ass like it's been doing lately. :P ]
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Finally she had to pull back from the kiss to breathe, but that didn't stop her hands, and it didn't stop her from arching her back slightly, pushing her breasts into his hand. There was a faint smile on her face as she spoke, "I had kind of thought we'd at least make it to the room before you'd try and feel me up." It was clear that she was teasing, between her tone and the look she gave him.
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"You're just lucky I didn't do it back and the restaurant," he teased back. "You looked so damn hot it was just about all I could think about." Lyon gave Claire's nipple a soft pinch to further tease her. "At least I waited until we were alone before I caved." As he talked he could feel the elevator starting to slow down, so with a reluctant sigh Lyon tucked his date's breast back into her dress and squatted down to retrieve the box with her slice of chocolate cake in it. He straightened up as the bell dinged and the doors opened onto his floor. Lyon then took Claire by the hand and led her down the hall.
"Not long now babe," he promised. "You'd better enjoy wearing that sexy little dress while you can, because once we get inside it's coming off an it's not going back on for a long time." The look he gave Claire was distinctly lascivious, like he was imagining her naked. Which of course he was.
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She walked with him down the hallway, grinning evilly at the way he was looking at her. "Trust me, I'm very eager to get this dress off. You won't find me arguing about that." Claire's hand squeezed his, and she shifted her course to walk closer to him. Anyone who passed them by would think that she was his, and she rather liked that thought.
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Lyon's body tensed and he slowed as they approached the door to his room. His sensitive hearing had detected the sounds of music coming from inside, which was weird because he hadn't left anything playing when he'd headed out to meet Claire. Worried about what he might find, Lyon handed Claire her desert and pulled away from her, placing his body between and the door.
"Something's fishy," he warned as he inserted his key card into the lock. "Stay back while I check things out." Lyon then thrust open his door and charged inside, only to stop short a few seconds later. "What the hell?" It was his room alright, decorated in rich earth tones and classy furniture, and he was the only one in it, but someone had clearly come in and messed with the place while he'd been out. A flowery scented candle was burning cheerily on his dresser, his iCard was hooked up to his speakers and playing something low and soft that Lyon was sure wasn't even loaded on the thing, there was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne sticking out of it, and sitting innocuously on his nightstand was the bottle of citrus-scented body oil he'd been thinking about using on Claire.
Too stunned to say or do anything, Lyon just stood in the middle of his room and gazed around in disbelief.
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