Raury had a knack for twirling loose locks of raven hair when she was on the phone. Receiver held to a tipped ear, the Elf had the barest of smiles spread over her lips as Gerra's voice crossed the threshold of their call. Something about his tone and the clearness of his responses drove away her caution. There was a yearning that dwelt deep in her core; a lust beyond the physical. His presence dislodged doubt, and smothered insecurities. What anonymity she strove to capture was released with her companion's words. He knew her as she was, stripped of all the mystery and intrigue, because he had taken to time to learn what made Raury tick.
She would never forget that, even when they were apart for prolonged periods of time.
She would never forget that, even when they were apart for prolonged periods of time.
RAJ says: Oh? You called after all. You know better than to play hard-to-get with me.
GA says: Just like you know better than to try and say you're afraid of the dark.
RAJ says: -a feigned gasp- But what if I am?
GA says: Then you'd be afraid of me.
RAJ says: Hah! As if, Snowball.
Pacing the bedroom in that outfit better described as 'sleeping attire', the woman flickered emerald hues over her empty walls and towards the shades hiding the view of the street. Small circles were made, her bare feet silent as she trailed along during their conversation; her attention elsewhere- With Gerra, wherever he may have been currently.
GA says: Snowball is second-guessing that backrub you wanted from him.
RAJ says: Wahhhh. You can't do that. No fair.
GA says: What if I did?
RAJ says: I'd cry.
Her teasing was selfish; she used it to tempt Gerra when she could because she didn't want to wait. They had days they planned meetings, and they had nights when the circumstances just seemed to fit. Now, she knew he should be sleeping- there was no doubt in her mind Gerra would be called to another job just as soon as the sun rose, and the city was alive again with a wash of light and sound. That didn't matter. Her heart was in charge of the finer details. The details pertaining to her companion, and his existence in her general vicinity. If they met in public, there would be pause only to share brief glances, and nothing would come of their shared looks. In private, she could be needy. That was allotted to her by their connection, and the bond they happened upon by chance.
Had they first met under the shroud of darkness as well? Of course. Dumb luck. A series of fortunate occurrences.
Had they first met under the shroud of darkness as well? Of course. Dumb luck. A series of fortunate occurrences.
GA says: I don't think you're going to cry.
RAJ says: Yeah? Why do you say that?
---
With her legs spread, she presented the stranger with more options than were necessary. There was alcohol on her breath, and a cigarette rested between her lips as she asked quietly, "Do you have a name?"
"Tell me yours first." He was already on his knees, the marble tile in the bathroom matching his black slacks. Raury leaned back against the mirror, arched so not to seat his ass directly in the sink. Instead, she favored the edge so her heels remained planted at their toe against the flooring. With his breath hot against her thigh, her lips released a barely audible sigh before she lulled her features down to direct them at the snow topped male.
"My real name?" The cigarette was removed to be crushed into the basin of the sink and discarded there, but a sharp bite to the skin above the top of her stocking made her wince. "Ow- It's Raury."
"I like that name." He mused, his tone crooning and deep with a small growl following his release of her skin.
"And yours? If you don't tell me, I'll have to give you one, and I'll make it so awful, you won't want to continue." her fingers ran through his hair, slicking it back while he hovered over the thin barrier of material separating his words from her sex. She could feel the heat; the vibrations brought a chill down her spine. "Choice is yours, Snowball."
"Mm, Gerra." Flicking his tongue against the outlined crease of her cunt, pale hues trailed upwards to where her breasts spilled out of her dress. His teeth had left marks all over her throat and cleavage, the liquor shared between them a lubricant for their otherwise strict rules concerning public exposure. He wanted to fuck her right there in the bathroom, and she wanted to be fucked there. The lines blurred, and his hunger seemed to stem with each playful smirk she shot his way.
"I can make you cum, Gerra." Purred from her parted mouth, the edges curled ever so slightly as she added, "But you're already on your knees."
Digits shifted to press against the front of her panties, forcing the fabric inwards while the tips of his fingers swirled circles around her clit. How wet she was made the male all the more interested in an answer when he asked softly, "Isn't it dangerous to trust a stranger?"
Her lips gaped slightly as a small whimper escaped Raury, followed shortly by her admittance. "You're not a stranger to me, Gerra."
"What a little slut you are..." Gerra pushed away the barrier to swipe his tongue against her slick folds. "You taste like trouble."
Her thighs tightened at his shoulders. Raury could only manage a brief nod as she bit her bottom lip to stifle panting breaths, her gaze hooded where it looked to the hunched figure on the floor. "M'hm." The hand at Gerra's head tugged gently at his hair, drawing him closer so his tongue was free to delve between the spread his fingers made of her cunt. "You were looking for trouble."
"Tell me yours first." He was already on his knees, the marble tile in the bathroom matching his black slacks. Raury leaned back against the mirror, arched so not to seat his ass directly in the sink. Instead, she favored the edge so her heels remained planted at their toe against the flooring. With his breath hot against her thigh, her lips released a barely audible sigh before she lulled her features down to direct them at the snow topped male.
"My real name?" The cigarette was removed to be crushed into the basin of the sink and discarded there, but a sharp bite to the skin above the top of her stocking made her wince. "Ow- It's Raury."
"I like that name." He mused, his tone crooning and deep with a small growl following his release of her skin.
"And yours? If you don't tell me, I'll have to give you one, and I'll make it so awful, you won't want to continue." her fingers ran through his hair, slicking it back while he hovered over the thin barrier of material separating his words from her sex. She could feel the heat; the vibrations brought a chill down her spine. "Choice is yours, Snowball."
"Mm, Gerra." Flicking his tongue against the outlined crease of her cunt, pale hues trailed upwards to where her breasts spilled out of her dress. His teeth had left marks all over her throat and cleavage, the liquor shared between them a lubricant for their otherwise strict rules concerning public exposure. He wanted to fuck her right there in the bathroom, and she wanted to be fucked there. The lines blurred, and his hunger seemed to stem with each playful smirk she shot his way.
"I can make you cum, Gerra." Purred from her parted mouth, the edges curled ever so slightly as she added, "But you're already on your knees."
Digits shifted to press against the front of her panties, forcing the fabric inwards while the tips of his fingers swirled circles around her clit. How wet she was made the male all the more interested in an answer when he asked softly, "Isn't it dangerous to trust a stranger?"
Her lips gaped slightly as a small whimper escaped Raury, followed shortly by her admittance. "You're not a stranger to me, Gerra."
"What a little slut you are..." Gerra pushed away the barrier to swipe his tongue against her slick folds. "You taste like trouble."
Her thighs tightened at his shoulders. Raury could only manage a brief nod as she bit her bottom lip to stifle panting breaths, her gaze hooded where it looked to the hunched figure on the floor. "M'hm." The hand at Gerra's head tugged gently at his hair, drawing him closer so his tongue was free to delve between the spread his fingers made of her cunt. "You were looking for trouble."
---
A knock brought Raury's attention back to reality, and quickly, she headed back through the narrow hallway full of stacked boxes. Peeking through the small viewing hole from her tip toes, the woman made a squeal of delight before unlocking the series deadbolts keeping the world at bay. Everything came to a halt when Gerra arrived, and even the phone she held to her face was forgotten as the door opened and she was able to wrap him up into a tight embrace. "Shit, you were so fast!" Raury wasted no time with small talk as she smothered his features in kisses; brief, doting manuevers to decorate his lips and cheeks in her affections.
"I'm impressed there wasn't more traffic." She bounced away just as quickly as she had swarmed him, her scantily clad figure falling back into the shadows of the dark apartment. A few candles wavered in the pitch, though she had no doubts he could cope without them. Both had extensive training related to working in the dark; the scenery was typically ignored in favor of her company. "You smell nice. Had I known you were going to take me up on that offer, I'd have done something with myself..." Trailing off, she flipped her hair back before forking her fingers through it lightly. "Just this once, you can be the better dressed one."
"I'm impressed there wasn't more traffic." She bounced away just as quickly as she had swarmed him, her scantily clad figure falling back into the shadows of the dark apartment. A few candles wavered in the pitch, though she had no doubts he could cope without them. Both had extensive training related to working in the dark; the scenery was typically ignored in favor of her company. "You smell nice. Had I known you were going to take me up on that offer, I'd have done something with myself..." Trailing off, she flipped her hair back before forking her fingers through it lightly. "Just this once, you can be the better dressed one."
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