Damn right he'll follow. Not the second she walks away, but not long either. Long enough to stop off at Bar and get a bottle of Cristal to replace the one she missed out on. Long enough to think about how much he's been thinking about her this week, when he knew he was in no state to touch her.
She doesn't waste a single moment, making her way back to her flat and leaving the door just slightly ajar behind her.
She douses all the lights save for the few coloured glass lanterns high up, casting the room into a soft amber and scarlet glow. She finds the Coltrane and puts it on, something low and sexy and slow, knowing he won't care, but it's what she wants.
She kicks off her shoes and paces across the oriental rugs.
And he doesn't waste a single moment coming after her. He doesn't see her in the hallways though, doesn't see her at her door. He smiles at the way she invites him in and wanders across the bridge, taking in the view for a moment as he hears the quiet jazz coming from behind her second door. It's quite a scene. But then, she's quite a woman.
He waits in the doorway after he pushes the door open. Not hesitantly, not waiting to be asked in; he just leans on the doorjamb, all self-assurance and that easy smile, watching her pace.
"Took you long enough." She sees the bottle of champagne and her mouth quirks in a grin. "You remembered."
"Close the door behind you." The air in here is too warm now, and somewhere in the few steps to retrieve something to drink the champagne out of, she decides to strip out of her tank top, leaving just her sports bra.
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Damn right he'll follow.
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She douses all the lights save for the few coloured glass lanterns high up, casting the room into a soft amber and scarlet glow. She finds the Coltrane and puts it on, something low and sexy and slow, knowing he won't care, but it's what she wants.
She kicks off her shoes and paces across the oriental rugs.
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He waits in the doorway after he pushes the door open. Not hesitantly, not waiting to be asked in; he just leans on the doorjamb, all self-assurance and that easy smile, watching her pace.
'Hello, Fi.'
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"Close the door behind you." The air in here is too warm now, and somewhere in the few steps to retrieve something to drink the champagne out of, she decides to strip out of her tank top, leaving just her sports bra.
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