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[The second she feels his muscles stiffen, Angela pulls her hand and mouth away, looking somewhere between someone who was trying something new and someone who got caught with their hand in a proverbial cookie jar.]
Apparently trying something new. [A beat.] And that is a no.
[He didn't lose his temper or rage out on her, but she understands some things aren't for all.]
Apparently trying something new. [A beat.] And that is a no.
[He didn't lose his temper or rage out on her, but she understands some things aren't for all.]
Well, I mean, I guess you can try...
[He might be losing his mind, he thinks, if he's willing to try that, but then again, everything else she's done has been pretty damn good. And she's obviously willing to stop if he tells her to.]
I mean, if you try really slowly. 'n... I dunno, don't tell anyone.
[He might be losing his mind, he thinks, if he's willing to try that, but then again, everything else she's done has been pretty damn good. And she's obviously willing to stop if he tells her to.]
I mean, if you try really slowly. 'n... I dunno, don't tell anyone.
[Who is she going to tell? The bartender? It's not like she knows his last name or anything much about him other than how he fucks, but Angela nods, simply agreeing for his comfort.]
Tell me stop whenever.
[This time, as Angela regains her position between his thighs, she sucks on her fingers first and then his cock, pressing her wet fingers just against his ass. She doesn't push in or move much; she wants him to get comfortable with the idea of anything being in the area period. Let him lead her where he wants to go.]
Tell me stop whenever.
[This time, as Angela regains her position between his thighs, she sucks on her fingers first and then his cock, pressing her wet fingers just against his ass. She doesn't push in or move much; she wants him to get comfortable with the idea of anything being in the area period. Let him lead her where he wants to go.]
[He's kind of getting used to the feeling. Used to it enough that he doesn't pull away or tense up, at least. And he can't say he exactly dislikes it, he just doesn't know quite what to expect. Still, he'll let her keep going. As long as she takes things slowly, he's pretty sure he can handle just about anything -- he's always been up for adventure, after all.]
[She keeps her fingers right there, waiting until instinct tells her it's the right moment to start rubbing small circles with her fingers. But soon there's the uncomfortable drag of skin against skin and Angela pulls away from him to dig around in her nightstand.]
Hold on a minute, okay?
Hold on a minute, okay?
[The 'compliment' makes her smile.] That, Mr. Darmody, remains to be seen, but I'm open to you showing me how much of a shame it'd be.
Sure, I could be convinced to do that. First you gotta tell me some more about yourself, though -- drinkin' with strangers is never as much fun as drinkin' with someone you know.
[Lucy tilts her chin up, considering that a moment before nodding.]
Why don't we get a table that's a little more private and quiet then?
Why don't we get a table that's a little more private and quiet then?
Best thing I've heard all night.
[He's already standing up, looking around for a more secluded table. When he sees one, he points it out.]
That look okay?
[He's already standing up, looking around for a more secluded table. When he sees one, he points it out.]
That look okay?
That looks perfect. [ She glances at him over her shoulder, smiles and starts walking toward the table, expecting that he's watching. That would account for the extra sway to her hips.]
[Of course he's watching, following right behind her with a big grin on his face. When they reach the table, he pulls out the chair for her, ever the gentleman -- even if he had just been intently watching her hips sway.]
So. This is a lot better. Now you can tell me all your deep, dark secrets.
So. This is a lot better. Now you can tell me all your deep, dark secrets.
[She'd hate to put on a show without an audience. She inclines her head in thanks when he pulls her chair out. She appreciates the gentleman aspect of things, insists on it even. Jimmy is making points all the time.]
Of course. That's been my plan all along. Have I mentioned there's a cousin or two buried in the backyard? [She laughs at that, unable to keep the act up] Not really, but there are a couple of our family dogs back there.
Unless you killed the family dogs that're back there, I don't think that qualifies as a deep, dark secret. You're gonna have to try a little harder than that.
[A cheeky grin.]
[A cheeky grin.]
[She lowers her voice to a stage whisper]
I cheated on my ninth grade History test.
I cheated on my ninth grade History test.
Y'know, you could get arrested for somethin' like that. You're lucky I don't call the cops right now.
[His grin just grows even wider.]
[His grin just grows even wider.]
[Jimmy really had been trying to concentrate on driving, but hell, they don't have anywhere to be for awhile, and Angela's right there, sitting next to him, and he can't resist looking over at her with that tiny, cocky grin.]
Y'know, you look pretty damn good today.
Y'know, you look pretty damn good today.
[On the other hand, she's not concentrating on anything but the scenery that slides b the car window until he speak. Her bare feet are propped up on the dashboard, legs stretching back down to the seat where the ruffles of white cotton of her skirt bunch up at her waist. She grins back at him, mischief in each corner of her mouth.]
Only today? Did I look a hot mess yesterday?
[There's a pretty good chance she spend yesterday naked. He should choose his answer carefully.]
Only today? Did I look a hot mess yesterday?
[There's a pretty good chance she spend yesterday naked. He should choose his answer carefully.]
You look good every day. I just feel like I gotta reiterate it every day. I mean, it wouldn't be fair to only say it once, right?
[And she makes it hard to focus on driving when he'd rather be looking at her bare feet, and her legs, and... Okay, he's gotta focus on the road, here. His eyes slide away from her reluctantly.]
[And she makes it hard to focus on driving when he'd rather be looking at her bare feet, and her legs, and... Okay, he's gotta focus on the road, here. His eyes slide away from her reluctantly.]
Not if you want to keep receiving the benefits of stroking my ego.
[She can tell he's having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her and on the road. And it's a damn good thing they're on a relatively empty stretch of highway because Angela crosses and uncrosses her legs, stretching her feet until her toes curl just to make the toned muscles in her legs stand out more. Pure evil resides in the passenger's seat.]
Are we there yet? [Angela knows good and well they aren't.]
[She can tell he's having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her and on the road. And it's a damn good thing they're on a relatively empty stretch of highway because Angela crosses and uncrosses her legs, stretching her feet until her toes curl just to make the toned muscles in her legs stand out more. Pure evil resides in the passenger's seat.]
Are we there yet? [Angela knows good and well they aren't.]
You're really damn distractin', you know that?
[It's a rhetorical question. Of course she knows that. He steals another glance at her, and then back to the road. The last thing he needs is crashing the car, but he's kind of tempted to pull over, too.]
[It's a rhetorical question. Of course she knows that. He steals another glance at her, and then back to the road. The last thing he needs is crashing the car, but he's kind of tempted to pull over, too.]
What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything.
[Just because she knows it doesn't mean she has to admit it. Or she could continue denying it while bringing one foot back down to the floor and keeping the other one up, causing her skirt to ride up an inch or two higher.]
Just keep driving, Jimmy.
[Just because she knows it doesn't mean she has to admit it. Or she could continue denying it while bringing one foot back down to the floor and keeping the other one up, causing her skirt to ride up an inch or two higher.]
Just keep driving, Jimmy.
Hey, y'know, we ain't exactly in a hurry...
[Eyes on the road. Right. He can do that. He'll just look away from that skin that she's slowly revealing as her skirt rides up. It promises to be easier said than done.]
[Eyes on the road. Right. He can do that. He'll just look away from that skin that she's slowly revealing as her skirt rides up. It promises to be easier said than done.]
Yeah, no. Drive.
[Definitely easier said than done because she stops teasing after a few minutes, waiting for him (and his blood) to settle down before she leans over the center console. Hand on his arm, she's brushing her lips against his ear, glancing up at him in the rearview mirror with eyes that says she's up to no good again.]
Keep driving.
[Definitely easier said than done because she stops teasing after a few minutes, waiting for him (and his blood) to settle down before she leans over the center console. Hand on his arm, she's brushing her lips against his ear, glancing up at him in the rearview mirror with eyes that says she's up to no good again.]
Keep driving.
C'mon, that just ain't fair.
[He's going to keep driving, though. He's always been a sucker for taking orders from someone as gorgeous and clearly up to no good as she is, and that sounded like an order. Still, his eyes flick over to her every so often, wondering exactly what she has in mind.]
[He's going to keep driving, though. He's always been a sucker for taking orders from someone as gorgeous and clearly up to no good as she is, and that sounded like an order. Still, his eyes flick over to her every so often, wondering exactly what she has in mind.]
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