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[ She looks back in time to see that dopey look on his face; his one eye wandering down the length of her body. Men are so weak. Her lips twitch with a smirk. ]

Don't stare too hard. You might hurt yourself.

[ Her hips do a little sway as she stands up straight and swivels on her heel to face him. She cracks open her beer and takes a drink, sloowly sauntering her way along the counter towards him, and stopping just close enough to challenge his space. Lingers. ]

Luckily, you're in safe hands. I'll take care of you.

[ Sweet and simple — also, a little corny but she's shameless. ]

[He'd be willing to speak on behalf of all men when he says when you look like that, can you really blame us?

But for now, she's in his personal space, which he doesn't mind -- he regularly invades others', whether they like it or not, so fair is fair. Besides, it gives him a chance to admire what's above her neckline, too. (See? He's not shallow.)]

Oh yeah? You'll take care of me? That's awfully kind of you. But considering where we are, I have to make sure we're on the same page...

[He cants his body toward hers; he's tall enough to where he doesn't have to do much to loom over her, if he wanted. His voice drops low into a whisper.]

How you plannin' on taking care of me?

[ Faye takes a second swig of her beer, retaining eye contact the entire time, then sets it down, doomed to forget it from thereon. She's tempted to let the tension prolong to a breaking point, but she's a woman with needs, fortified by how much time has passed since the last time, and it's getting harder to stave off the urgency. ]

How about I show you?

[ The levee instantly breaks and her hands move to grip his collar first, tugging him down gently to bring his lips to hers. They're still cold from the beer and carry a blended taste of booze, cigarettes, and cherries. She rolls her warm tongue, soft but ravening, and runs it across the border of his bottom lip. She simultaneously releases her grip on his shirt and starts to push it back and down his arms until it's completely off. ]

[Finally. After so much innuendo, eye-fucking, and suggestive smoking and drinking, Worick wasn't sure if things were going to get anywhere beyond any of that; he's thankful, to say the least, especially once she pulls him in and lays one on him.

Beer, cigs, and cherries. Individually, those all taste varying degrees like crap, but together, in the warmth of Faye's mouth, they're delicious, and Worick can't help groaning his appreciation out against her. The groan morphs into a small, rumbly laugh when she pushes his shirt down and it kind of stays bunched up at his elbows in light-bondage. Although limiting, it's still kinda hot. But he helps by freeing his arms from the sleeves and letting the shirt fall to the floor without a care in the world.

He nips at her lip, then swipes his tongue over it, teasingly.]

Need help with anythin' else?

[ Faye would've stood there and continuously tugged until she eventually tore it off so thank you, she's appreciative of the help, especially when it means he's now shirtless. Their kiss breaks for a moment and she takes that opportunity to admire his sculpted upper body, doing so much as running her hands over the muscular landscape of his abdomen.

His question earns him a smirk. She starts undoing his pants right then. ]

I'm gonna need you to lead us to the nearest bedroom... if you don't mind.

[ She doesn't attempt to pull the rest of his clothes off, just leaves his pants unbuckled, exposing a bit of his V line. There's no subtlety to her stare but who exactly cares to be subtle right now? Not her. Eventually, she makes eye contact with him again and starts unclipping her top. ]

[There's a blissed-out, almost dazed look on Worick's face when Faye's fingernails graze over the now-exposed skin of his abdomen, and he almost doesn't catch her request. The scratching and the subsequent unbuttoning of her top are very distracting, you see.]

Yeah...sure. Follow my lead.

[Not bothering to fix up his loosened pants, or to hide the obvious bulge forming just a bit below the undone buckle, Worick swoops an arm around Faye's waist and coaxes her into following after him. The space in the apartment is limited and narrow and he's convinced they'd never move around without touching anyway, so this is just as much inevitable as it is a (very nice) bonus.

The bedroom is as small as perhaps expected, with the bed in the center taking the majority of the space within. Smoothly and as if in a dance, he moves up behind Faye and turns her about to face him...only to nudge her backwards till the backs of her knees bump into the edge of the mattress.]

[ The space is small, sure. It's kind of cute in a way but it's not really much of a present concern for her. Not when her attention is locked solely on him. She falls back onto the bed with a small grunt, a smirk sitting on her lips. The mattress is bouncy, which means her tits are now making an escape for it from the unhooked opening of her top. Her green eyes peer up at him, sharp and unwavering, and she goes to strip her top off without hesitation, dropping it at the side of the bed.

It's at this point that words leave her and her only focus is ridding him of those pants. She reaches out, still cool and casual about it, and tugs his pants down until they fall to the floor. Her hands seek the bare skin of his abdomen again, starting just above the hem of his briefs, smoothing and caressing his warm skin, admiring the sculpted landscape. They trail lower to his growing bulge and clasp over it, fondling until hard.

Maybe a moment too soon, she pulls away and begins scooting back onto the bed, her supple breasts and vixenish smile making for quite the inviting sight. ]

Follow my lead.

[ Come give her a kiss. ]

[Worick has seen his fair share of bodies over the years, and he'd grown jaded to the sight of a pair of tits bouncing to their freedom -- at least, he thought so. Yet, here he is, feeling his mouth water and the blood rushing to his groin at the sight of just that. Inviting, definitely. The fingers curling around his dick also help in that regard.

Pants now long forgotten in a pool on the floor, he lets out a shuddering sigh when she pulls away and leaves him in just his briefs. Tease, he thinks, but he keeps quiet.

As chatty and flirty as he tends to be, Worick doesn't fill the silence -- choosing to revel in it for now, when it's quiet enough to hear himself think. He obliges her, mounting the bed one knee at a time and crawling into a space between her thighs, one hand braced on the mattress for balance while the other curves greedily over her hip.]

This better?

[He doesn't wait for a response and instead doubles over to lick his tongue into the open space of her mouth, urging her into another kiss.]

[ Tease is exactly what she is but luckily for Worick it stops there. She's a woman with her own brimming needs. Any length of time he has to wait means she must wait too and that's not gonna roll here. Besides, the sight of this incredibly attractive man crawling towards her fills her with a considerable amount of excitement and it's evident by the way she sits there with a kittenish grin. Anticipation building as he inches closer, filling up the gap between her legs, the press of his bulge revving her arousal to a significant degree.

Much better, she thinks. His question would've gone unanswered either way as she was aiming to pull him into a kiss. But then he beats her to it and her eyes flutter to a close as his warm mouth envelops hers. Hungry and hot. It lures a moan out of her.

Her body instinctively arches up into his touch and once again her hands go wandering: down the center of his chest and lower until she's palming his erection again over the thin fabric of his briefs. It's not enough, of course, and so there's no hesitation when she peels them down. Those same hands seeking his now bare cock with urgency. Groping, fondling, stroking.

Another moan leaves her as she rolls her tongue over his bottom lip, over and again, gently prodding his mouth open so that her tongue could explore. ]

[His briefs come down without any problems and once she cups him, he purrs -- actually purrs -- and puts his hips to use, bucking nice and slow into Faye's grip with need. Her enthusiasm tickles him pink and he chuckles into her mouth, the sound of it melding together deliciously with her moan.

His kiss continues, growing fierce and bruising, and he lets her tongue swipe little licks along the line of his lips and a little lower over his stubble. Playful, as his fingers rub the same short motions over her jawline, and then they're flowing down her throat, down down down, caressing her warm skin until it comes over her breast. He sighs, appreciative of the soft weight of it in his callused palm.

At this point, it's a simple give and take between them. She licks his mouth, he nips playfully at her lips and chin; she strokes and jerks his dick, he lets his fingers circle and strum at her nipple. There's no rush in it but it's apparent that soon, this all won't be enough.

Worick wants more.

He pulls back from her mouth with a soft groan.]

Mmn, can ya lean back and get comfortable for me?

[ Every touch is met with tiny, audible hints of delight. She eagerly licks and nips and kisses and even smiles against his lips. He moves to pull away and the noise that hitches in her throat would've sounded something like a whine of protest. Maybe. Her hands are still full of him; the stroking slows to a halt but not without one last squeeze before pulling away.

She unhooks her shorts and slides them, along with her mess of suspenders, off her shapely form and onto the floor. The bed feels cool beneath her skin for the short while before their bodies are bound to collide. She needs to get comfortable for him first and so she does — leaning back wordlessly, a kittenish smirk on her face, green eyes never leaving his lone blue for a single second as she fully reclines. Her dark hair fans out across the pillow when her head makes contact, framing the flushed skin of her face. ]

Anything else I can do for you?

[ She asks while her hands creep up his chest, chewing her bottom lip like some kind of coy devil. ]

[And while Faye slithers out of her clothes -- and makes quite the show of it in the process, intentionally or not -- Worick just watches. More like he leers and grins appreciatively on the verge of drooling, but he makes an effort to remain quiet and dry-mouthed the entire time. He does take a moment to pull off the patch from over his eye, revealing beneath it the wounded and sealed lid and the scar tissue surrounding it. It's not gruesome by any means but not exactly pleasant, either. Most of his clients and partners didn't mind it. He hopes she won't.]

Don't mind a little direction here and there but you don't have to do anything, doll. Not yet, anyway.

[He can think of a million and one things he'd like for her to do, but after so many years on the job, Worick has grown accustomed to putting his partner's wants and needs above his own even if they're not otherwise stated. That Faye even asks rubs him in all the right ways, and he can't help grinning widely at that as he descends upon her, nosing at the sweet soft skin of her breasts, pink tongue darting out to taste before he latches onto a nub and suckles on the flesh. Shameless and hungry, as his free hand and its nimble, greedy fingers go to work blindly fondling the other...briefly, before he switches between the two, until the flesh of her tits are damp with his spit and the nipples hard and stiff.

Hands still on her, Worick moves down along the line of her body, the broad side of his tongue leading the way. He stops just below her navel and lifts his chin off of her, grin wide and cheeky.]

Fuck you're gorgeous...

[ There's no reaction when he removes the eye patch. Faye's seen it all before. It makes no difference in how she moves to reach up and cup his face, gentle fingertips following the structure of his cheeks, stopping to thumb the area by his injured eye, and then ascending upon his blonde hair to comb her dainty fingers through.

She will be more than happy to provide some direction when the moment calls for it — right now, Worick seems to be taking the right ones all on his own. Expressed by the way her lithe body pushes up into the warmth of his mouth with want, the sensation of his mouth enclosed around each nipple sending waves of arousal down her body that make her worm with delight.

Pressure builds at the base of her belly as he migrates further south. She watches him through a lusty stare, anticipating each moment his lips make contact with her skin, how much more intense the touch begins to feel the lower he goes. She takes a deep breath and then sighs, brushing strands from his hair, telling him through a breathy laugh: ]

You're not so bad-looking yourself.

[ In fact, he was as handsome as they come. She just likes to tease. ]

[His forearms braced around her thighs from beneath now, he's able to feel every breath and laugh -- every sound -- she makes strumming rhythmically beneath his chin; it's lulling and exciting at the same time, resulting in a dopey grin stretched out over his mouth when she gets a better look at him without all that blonde hair in the way. Sure, it's just teasing, but he rolls with it anyway, even has the nerve to look bashful for all of a second or two--]

Mmn, and you're sweet, too.

[--before he dips back down, now nestled as comfortably as possible as a man between a woman's legs can be, and drags his wet tongue over her with a long yet soft lick. He does it again, in the opposite direction and with even gentler pressure, taking special care to avoid making contact with anything particularly sensitive.

The third time he flicks at her, it's plainly obvious he's avoiding her clit. Apparently, Faye isn't the only one who likes to tease.]

[ Faye is nearly in a trance by the time he comfortably descends upon her warm center and starts grazing his tongue along her labia. She gasps, her mouth slightly agape as her green eyes closely track the paths he takes with each lick, realizing right away just what he was doing. A lusty smile tugs at the corners of her lips. ]

You're a—mmhn... terrible tease...

[ There would be a quiet laugh to follow that statement if it wasn't for the long shudder that ripples through her, resulting in a heavy sigh. She keeps his luscious blonde hair out of the way in a loose grip — but with every tormenting pass of his tongue that deliberately misses her sensitive little nub, a sharp ache will flood her body and she'll grip his hair a little tighter, doing so much as lifting her hips to push her aching pussy further up into his mouth.

Patience? What patience? ]

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forgive me for the wait! ;c

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