Date: Backdated to December 5, 2004 Character(s): Millicent and Justin Location: Justin's Flat Status: Private Summary: It's never fun to drink alone. Completion: Complete
There was a downside to drinking as often as she had done over the years. A quick walk and you were almost sober again.
It felt nice to walk arm in arm with a man, however. She wasn't used to men being willing to be seen out with her, not to a man who opened doors and asked how she was. A part of her wondered what a man like him wanted with her, but she forced herself to push that feeling away.
It was just drinks.
She resisted the urge to answer 'the strongest you have' on his question, and instead smiled at him again.
'Anything you're having will be fine,' she said softly while removing her cloak. There, even daddy wouldn't have disapproved of that one, she thought as she followed Justin into his flat.
"Alright," he replied, motioning to a hook for her cloak. "You can hang it there, if you'd like."
He returned her smile and reached for her hand, leading her into the other room. Releasing her hand, he opened the liquor cabinet, looking to see what he had. "Rum, whiskey, vodka, scotch...You name it, it looks like we've got some in here."
He pulled out the rum for himself and glanced over his shoulder. "Are you sure there's nothing in particular you'd like?"
Millicent nearly shied at the touch of his hand, not really used to it, but the hand was warm and soft and she surprisingly found that she didn't want to let go. She was nearly a bit disappointed when he did.
She soon forgot all about his hand, however, when she saw the contents of his liquor cabinet. She watched in approval as eh pulled out a bottle of rum. It was strong enough, she decided, happy that it wasn't wine or something equally soft.
'Rum sounds wonderful,' she said, eying the room for a place to sit.
"Great," he replied with a grin, reaching for a couple of glasses and turning to the freezer for some ice. That done, he tucked the bottle under one of his arms and held the glasses in one hand. His free hand went to the small of her back.
"Living room's right through there," he said, moving towards it. "I figure the couch is more comfortable than the kitchen chairs..." His hand fell from her as he set their glasses on the coffee table and sat down, opening the bottle and pouring them each a drink. "And like I said- if there's anything you want or need...Just let me know, okay?"
Most rational thought was completely gone from his brain and he gave a tiny nod. "Yes," he murmured between kisses. His hand on her leg slid up to her waist, fingers slipping just under the hem of her shirt.
His lips moved from hers to trail kisses along her jaw line. "What do you want?" he whispered, his breath warm on her neck. "Tell me..."
Had he just asked her what she wanted? Millicent's head was spinning as she let it fall back to give him better access. He was different, so very different.
She moaned softly, her mouth searching and finding his again.
'I want you,' she moaned. 'closer,' she mumbled, not willing to break the kiss.
He nodded, scooting closer and tugging her into his lap. His lips never left hers and his hands came up to undo the fastenings on her robes.
That tiny voice of reason was starting to speak up, telling him to slow down, but he squashed it. He wanted this. He couldn't quite explain why, but he did.
She shifted slightly in his lap and the friction cuased his breath to catch before he moaned. The room was suddenly stuffy, and he decided they were wearing entirely too many clothes.
Her body was on fire and feeling Justin start to unclasp her robes only added fuel to the flames. Groaning, Millicent moved, feeling Justin growing hard beneath her.
He moaned softly, and Millicent shivered from the sound. Almost on their own accord, her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, her need to have him closer growing ever stronger.
He groaned into her mouth, thrusting harder and faster as he felt her nails in his back. God, it had been too long. His tongue met hers as he kissed her. His thrusts soon grew erratic, and he paused every few to grind his hips into hers before shifting slightly to change the angle, brushing against her clit as he moved in and out of her.
A deep moan escaped her as Justin brushed against her clit. For every movement he made, Millicent arched into his thrusts, wanting more of him - wanting all of him. Her breath was coming in shallow pants and she couldn't think anymore, but she didn't care, the feeling of having Justin inside her like this too overwhelming for her to think of anything else than holding on.
"Let go, love," he murmured, his breath warm on her neck. He was close, could feel it building up inside him, but he was trying to hold out. He wanted to make sure she found her release as well, and didn't want to bugger it up by coming too soon. He drew her earlobe between his teeth, before trailing kisses down her neck and nipping and sucking as a spot on her shoulder.
The word alone made her catch her breath and she held on tight, letting her head fall backwards onto the pillows as Justin kissed and licked her neck. She was close, so very close and the feeling of Justin thrusting inside her, the feeling of his mouth on her skin...
She came with a strangled cry, biting her lip to keep from calling out his name, her body shaking with the power or her orgasm.
How could such a small pointless word carry so much meaning? Millicent couldn't help but to smile back, even as she felt Justin grow harder against her leg.
'Hi,' she answered, just before his lips returned to hers.
He liked her smile, and thought to himself that he'd have to try and make her smile a bit more often. He didn't have much time to dwell on that, though, as his hand slid to her waist and he deepened the kiss.
No one could ever say that Millicent wasn't used to the feel of a man close to her, that she was not used to the feel of sexual tension or arousal. This was something different though, this didn't make some part of her mind tell her it was wrong. This didn't make her feel used and worthless. Her body and mind both wanted this, both wanted more of Justin. So very much more than kissing even if the taste of him was alluring all on its own.
Moaning into his kiss, Millicent pushed him up and around, until he was lying on his back. If she liked the feel of him on top of her, then he ought to like the same thing, she reasoned, straddling him without even breaking the kiss once.
Justin smiled and gave a happy little sigh, pressing a kiss to her hair. She smelled well and thoroughly shagged, and he imagined he did as well. He didn't mind that one bit, though, and he wrapped his arms around her waist once more.
"Sleepy..?" he asked in a whisper, reaching for a blanket to tug up over them.
Millicent only hummed her reply, moving to lay next to him, curled up in his arms. Sleep felt so close, closer than it had in days. Maybe if she just relaxed she would fall asleep for once. Somehow anything felt possible right now.
He gave a tiny whimper when she moved off of him, but rolled onto his side, snuggling up next to her under the blankets. He gave her a shy smile and leaned over to kiss her once more on the lips.
It was so easy to kiss Justin back, so easy to believe this could turn out to be something real. She closed her eyes, sighing happily as she ran her fingers through Justin's hair.
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It felt nice to walk arm in arm with a man, however. She wasn't used to men being willing to be seen out with her, not to a man who opened doors and asked how she was. A part of her wondered what a man like him wanted with her, but she forced herself to push that feeling away.
It was just drinks.
She resisted the urge to answer 'the strongest you have' on his question, and instead smiled at him again.
'Anything you're having will be fine,' she said softly while removing her cloak. There, even daddy wouldn't have disapproved of that one, she thought as she followed Justin into his flat.
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He returned her smile and reached for her hand, leading her into the other room. Releasing her hand, he opened the liquor cabinet, looking to see what he had. "Rum, whiskey, vodka, scotch...You name it, it looks like we've got some in here."
He pulled out the rum for himself and glanced over his shoulder. "Are you sure there's nothing in particular you'd like?"
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She soon forgot all about his hand, however, when she saw the contents of his liquor cabinet. She watched in approval as eh pulled out a bottle of rum. It was strong enough, she decided, happy that it wasn't wine or something equally soft.
'Rum sounds wonderful,' she said, eying the room for a place to sit.
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"Living room's right through there," he said, moving towards it. "I figure the couch is more comfortable than the kitchen chairs..." His hand fell from her as he set their glasses on the coffee table and sat down, opening the bottle and pouring them each a drink. "And like I said- if there's anything you want or need...Just let me know, okay?"
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His lips moved from hers to trail kisses along her jaw line. "What do you want?" he whispered, his breath warm on her neck. "Tell me..."
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She moaned softly, her mouth searching and finding his again.
'I want you,' she moaned. 'closer,' she mumbled, not willing to break the kiss.
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That tiny voice of reason was starting to speak up, telling him to slow down, but he squashed it. He wanted this. He couldn't quite explain why, but he did.
She shifted slightly in his lap and the friction cuased his breath to catch before he moaned. The room was suddenly stuffy, and he decided they were wearing entirely too many clothes.
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He moaned softly, and Millicent shivered from the sound. Almost on their own accord, her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, her need to have him closer growing ever stronger.
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The word alone made her catch her breath and she held on tight, letting her head fall backwards onto the pillows as Justin kissed and licked her neck. She was close, so very close and the feeling of Justin thrusting inside her, the feeling of his mouth on her skin...
She came with a strangled cry, biting her lip to keep from calling out his name, her body shaking with the power or her orgasm.
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"Hi," he whispered, a shy smile on his lips. He leaned down to brush his lips against hers again.
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'Hi,' she answered, just before his lips returned to hers.
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Moaning into his kiss, Millicent pushed him up and around, until he was lying on his back. If she liked the feel of him on top of her, then he ought to like the same thing, she reasoned, straddling him without even breaking the kiss once.
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"Sleepy..?" he asked in a whisper, reaching for a blanket to tug up over them.
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