"But he wasn't such a bad guy, was he?"
Sipping her Pumpkin Spice latte, the dark haired Elf shrugged as though unsure of what to say.
"Okay, hear me out-" Cynthia began as one of her hands reached up to anchor crimson locks behind a pointed ear, "He was well off financially, and he was pretty good looking if you're into a dude with a tan. What else? Oh, right! He was funny, right? I always laughed when he went on his rant about oil riggers and debt collection agencies." Pausing, fingers quickly snapped towards Raury to steal back her attention. "Hey! Don't ignore me here, I'm just trying to get an idea of what the hell went south with you two."
Quirking an eyebrow, Raury relinquished the lock her lips had on the plastic lid of her cup, and leaned backwards with a soft sigh. "I don't know... We just didn't click. He didn't light me up, or make me feel fuzzy, or whatever Hallmark emotion I'm supposed to be feeling towards the guy I'm seeing. We were comfortable being comfortable, and when we moved in with one another, it just got weird."
"Jabhak seemed a bit weird, I'll give you that." Smirking, Cynthia looked off towards the food court with her heavily decorated lids narrowed approvingly over the crowd. "Did he find out you kill people for a living?"
Raury scoffed, but the color rose to her cheeks in a display of faint roseate. "What? No. I'm not an idiot."
"So, did he cheat on you?"
"No..." Stiffly, Raury cleared her throat with a cough. "I just wasn't up to juggling a long distance relationship."
"Because there's someone in Boston?" Cynthia howled with laughter before rising with a perky bounce in her patent leather pumps. "Oooh, you're so bad! I'm going to tell Monty about this!"
"Ugh, please don't... For the love of the Gods, Cynthia, keep it to yourself!"
Wagging her finger, the red head wandered further away as she chanted a familiar taunt through the open air, earning a hidden scowl from Raury.
"Raury's got a secret, Raury's gonna get in troubleeeeeeee."
---
She was still tight from the first time he made her cum; all wound up and sensitive. There was little surprise masking her features in the way he pulled back to re-position her, though with his abruptness towards disrobing, the Elf uttered an almost inaudible, "Be gentle..." Neither of them were very gentle, be it in body or soul, so Gerra's dismissive reaction was almost too splendid. Too perfect. Raury's lips parted as the male's head spread her slick cunt like those lacy petals were nothing more than a distraction from his true attentions, and while she appreciated the thought of potential, her hesitation was briefly noticeable as she slid down the snow topped stranger's cock.
No condom. Was she always so risky?
Thoughts to scrutinize over and embellish upon with each powerful thrust, though her moans were the only verbal recognition Raury could afford giving in her current state. After all, desire had a strange way of circumventing common sense. Caught up in Gerra's strong embrace, the woman wrapped slender arms about the larger figure's shoulders as her sex was made to fit his; every inch was taken through satisfied trills of affection. He didn't give pause in the way the shoving parted her inner walls to make way for his girth, though Raury had no real want nor desire for her companion to cease. On the contrary, as she was dragged lower to fully engulf Gerra's cock, her head craned slightly backwards so she could glance over his visage with hooded hues recognizably sensual and dark. Lowered lids narrowed to scan his pale appearance before her tongue peeked out quickly, running along the outline of a subtle smile.
When Gerra kissed Raury, she returned the action with just as much hunger and wanton. Licking and sucking at his lips, the Elf nibbled against the flesh presented for her adoration while she was pushed back up the wall once more, only to be slammed crashing down to envelope the entirety of his shaft. His cock pulsed, and her cunt retaliated by constricting greedily in attempts to swallow his length. How her body struggled, taut and elevated, with only his grip keeping her from the floor below. Leaning inwards, Raury further clung to the other Elf, holding his torso pressed tightly to her own while their hips met through repetitively harsh conjoining time and time again. She liked how he smelled, and how his hands felt against her bare hips. Not too rough, but not delicate like her own. Strong fingers, with a tense lock that let her know just how desperate he was to continue keeping her captive against the wall.
With an almost loving caress of fingers against one of Gerra's ears, Raury admitted under her breath through soft pants, "I didn't think I would find someone like you here."
Perhaps Raury hadn't been looking for a beau, but something about her company compelled the woman to remain adamant in keeping Gerra close. Of course, it wasn't in her best interest to be falling for a stranger; especially one as drunk as she was. None of their evening was mistakenly planned. That honest and true want to find herself overwhelmed by the stranger paled in comparison to the individual fucking her so possessively, and she was enthralled, if only because he was capable of crossing boundaries Raury had self imposed. All that tape to cut through, all that baggage to offload, and still she wasn't satisfied with her burdens. She wanted more, and if she needed to be forthright, maybe it was time to start looking into what she wanted, rather than what was expected of her. Gerra wasn't expected. No one would see this coming. Maybe that was the beauty of the situation between them.
No one had to know.
---
"If you think about me as much as you claim, how do you ever get anything else done?"
The boxes were symbolic at this point - A way of keeping tabs on how life was going with the reclusive assassin. When they were unpacked, and there were places to put the contents of the shipping crates, Raury implied she meant to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. Now, they remained stacked and stored haphazardly about the apartment as though forgotten in her busy schedule. However, Raury hadn't forgotten them. Couldn't forget them, even if she hoped to. The harsh reality of her situation was something the Elf wasn't given space from acknowledging, and try as she might to ignore her obvious lack of roots in any one place, the boxes kept her grounded. Her head didn't stray from the present; that was where all decisions were made, and all consequences were dealt with. Her life existed in boxes. "I don't know how to cozy it up. Maybe I can work on it at some point when I'm less busy..."
Raury didn't mind being led about the dark apartment, and what remained of the candlelight was enough to distinguish the shapes in the darkness. Gerra settled on the sofa, and while she was willing to settle in with him, her eyes continued flickering backwards to spy the other Elf through the blackout atmosphere. "Eager beaver you are, all ready to get down to business..." Her hands slipped towards the hem of her night shirt, and when it was hooked by her thumbs, she tugged the silky fabric upwards just enough to expose her back to Gerra. "I don't worry about losing you." Her brows knit as she intended to recant the statement, finding better wording just as quickly as the message was given.
"Well, I mean, not in that way. I don't think you're off chasing other women, I guess. I'd know, I think. I'm generally well informed on things." without elaborating any further, Raury continued with, "But safety wise. I worry about your safety, and whether you're going to have the opportunity to tell me if something went wrong with a job." Half hunched over in the cradle of Gerra's legs, the woman rolled her neck with a muted groan. "I'm not used to worrying about anyone but myself, you know. It's really fucking weird."
Sipping her Pumpkin Spice latte, the dark haired Elf shrugged as though unsure of what to say.
"Okay, hear me out-" Cynthia began as one of her hands reached up to anchor crimson locks behind a pointed ear, "He was well off financially, and he was pretty good looking if you're into a dude with a tan. What else? Oh, right! He was funny, right? I always laughed when he went on his rant about oil riggers and debt collection agencies." Pausing, fingers quickly snapped towards Raury to steal back her attention. "Hey! Don't ignore me here, I'm just trying to get an idea of what the hell went south with you two."
Quirking an eyebrow, Raury relinquished the lock her lips had on the plastic lid of her cup, and leaned backwards with a soft sigh. "I don't know... We just didn't click. He didn't light me up, or make me feel fuzzy, or whatever Hallmark emotion I'm supposed to be feeling towards the guy I'm seeing. We were comfortable being comfortable, and when we moved in with one another, it just got weird."
"Jabhak seemed a bit weird, I'll give you that." Smirking, Cynthia looked off towards the food court with her heavily decorated lids narrowed approvingly over the crowd. "Did he find out you kill people for a living?"
Raury scoffed, but the color rose to her cheeks in a display of faint roseate. "What? No. I'm not an idiot."
"So, did he cheat on you?"
"No..." Stiffly, Raury cleared her throat with a cough. "I just wasn't up to juggling a long distance relationship."
"Because there's someone in Boston?" Cynthia howled with laughter before rising with a perky bounce in her patent leather pumps. "Oooh, you're so bad! I'm going to tell Monty about this!"
"Ugh, please don't... For the love of the Gods, Cynthia, keep it to yourself!"
Wagging her finger, the red head wandered further away as she chanted a familiar taunt through the open air, earning a hidden scowl from Raury.
"Raury's got a secret, Raury's gonna get in troubleeeeeeee."
---
She was still tight from the first time he made her cum; all wound up and sensitive. There was little surprise masking her features in the way he pulled back to re-position her, though with his abruptness towards disrobing, the Elf uttered an almost inaudible, "Be gentle..." Neither of them were very gentle, be it in body or soul, so Gerra's dismissive reaction was almost too splendid. Too perfect. Raury's lips parted as the male's head spread her slick cunt like those lacy petals were nothing more than a distraction from his true attentions, and while she appreciated the thought of potential, her hesitation was briefly noticeable as she slid down the snow topped stranger's cock.
No condom. Was she always so risky?
Thoughts to scrutinize over and embellish upon with each powerful thrust, though her moans were the only verbal recognition Raury could afford giving in her current state. After all, desire had a strange way of circumventing common sense. Caught up in Gerra's strong embrace, the woman wrapped slender arms about the larger figure's shoulders as her sex was made to fit his; every inch was taken through satisfied trills of affection. He didn't give pause in the way the shoving parted her inner walls to make way for his girth, though Raury had no real want nor desire for her companion to cease. On the contrary, as she was dragged lower to fully engulf Gerra's cock, her head craned slightly backwards so she could glance over his visage with hooded hues recognizably sensual and dark. Lowered lids narrowed to scan his pale appearance before her tongue peeked out quickly, running along the outline of a subtle smile.
When Gerra kissed Raury, she returned the action with just as much hunger and wanton. Licking and sucking at his lips, the Elf nibbled against the flesh presented for her adoration while she was pushed back up the wall once more, only to be slammed crashing down to envelope the entirety of his shaft. His cock pulsed, and her cunt retaliated by constricting greedily in attempts to swallow his length. How her body struggled, taut and elevated, with only his grip keeping her from the floor below. Leaning inwards, Raury further clung to the other Elf, holding his torso pressed tightly to her own while their hips met through repetitively harsh conjoining time and time again. She liked how he smelled, and how his hands felt against her bare hips. Not too rough, but not delicate like her own. Strong fingers, with a tense lock that let her know just how desperate he was to continue keeping her captive against the wall.
With an almost loving caress of fingers against one of Gerra's ears, Raury admitted under her breath through soft pants, "I didn't think I would find someone like you here."
Perhaps Raury hadn't been looking for a beau, but something about her company compelled the woman to remain adamant in keeping Gerra close. Of course, it wasn't in her best interest to be falling for a stranger; especially one as drunk as she was. None of their evening was mistakenly planned. That honest and true want to find herself overwhelmed by the stranger paled in comparison to the individual fucking her so possessively, and she was enthralled, if only because he was capable of crossing boundaries Raury had self imposed. All that tape to cut through, all that baggage to offload, and still she wasn't satisfied with her burdens. She wanted more, and if she needed to be forthright, maybe it was time to start looking into what she wanted, rather than what was expected of her. Gerra wasn't expected. No one would see this coming. Maybe that was the beauty of the situation between them.
No one had to know.
---
"If you think about me as much as you claim, how do you ever get anything else done?"
The boxes were symbolic at this point - A way of keeping tabs on how life was going with the reclusive assassin. When they were unpacked, and there were places to put the contents of the shipping crates, Raury implied she meant to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. Now, they remained stacked and stored haphazardly about the apartment as though forgotten in her busy schedule. However, Raury hadn't forgotten them. Couldn't forget them, even if she hoped to. The harsh reality of her situation was something the Elf wasn't given space from acknowledging, and try as she might to ignore her obvious lack of roots in any one place, the boxes kept her grounded. Her head didn't stray from the present; that was where all decisions were made, and all consequences were dealt with. Her life existed in boxes. "I don't know how to cozy it up. Maybe I can work on it at some point when I'm less busy..."
Raury didn't mind being led about the dark apartment, and what remained of the candlelight was enough to distinguish the shapes in the darkness. Gerra settled on the sofa, and while she was willing to settle in with him, her eyes continued flickering backwards to spy the other Elf through the blackout atmosphere. "Eager beaver you are, all ready to get down to business..." Her hands slipped towards the hem of her night shirt, and when it was hooked by her thumbs, she tugged the silky fabric upwards just enough to expose her back to Gerra. "I don't worry about losing you." Her brows knit as she intended to recant the statement, finding better wording just as quickly as the message was given.
"Well, I mean, not in that way. I don't think you're off chasing other women, I guess. I'd know, I think. I'm generally well informed on things." without elaborating any further, Raury continued with, "But safety wise. I worry about your safety, and whether you're going to have the opportunity to tell me if something went wrong with a job." Half hunched over in the cradle of Gerra's legs, the woman rolled her neck with a muted groan. "I'm not used to worrying about anyone but myself, you know. It's really fucking weird."
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