[M]Quiet night out [Blink]

[Marjorie]

Emrys resisted just a little when Sparrow pushed him back. His gaze followed the path of her hands, before flicking up to meet her eyes again. He turned half way, gesturing to the lone door on the other side of the hall way, before catching her by the wrist and pulling her toward him as he made for the door.   

“I never like to play fair,” he teased as they crossed the threshold. She was right though he had way too much clothes on still. He couldn’t kick off his shoes they were glossy leather numbers and laced too tightly. So he sat on the bed and patted a spot beside him as he leaned over to untie one of his shoes. He removed them quickly, then started on the buttons of his shirt.

Emrys’ room was much like the rest of the apartment, spacious, elegant, and spotless.  All gleaming polished surfaces, and no personal effects. This was a place he worked from, not lived in.

[Blink]

At this point, Sparrow shouldn’t have been surprised by the state of his bedroom. Maybe it was a good thing they were at his place instead of hers because by now she had deduced that her place would probably just make him gag. There wasn’t trash so much as just clothes everywhere in her bedroom. Sparrow never much liked laundry or the aspect of putting away clothes and her bedroom reflected that. A Cleaning service had always been an option to her as a Pilot but that also required letting strangers touch her things, an idea she was not at all fond of.

When he sat down and started untying his shiny shoes Sparrow couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head. It was becoming more evident at just how ‘clean and polished’ of a person he was. However, when he patted at the space next to him on the bed, she lifted a brow. Did he just want her to sit there while he untied his perfectly polished shoes?

Sparrow had other plans.

With Emrys distracted by his laces, Sparrow reached down and slowly slid her jeans and underwear down and stepped out of them. The dragon tattoo on her left thigh was then fully visible. On her right calf was a large and noticeable scar that stretched clear up above and behind her knee. Lastly, Sparrow pulled out her hairband allowing locks of dark auburn to glide over her shoulders.

It was only then that Sparrow took a seat next to Emrys on the bed.

[Marjorie]

Emrys was distracted by Watching Sparrow and it took him a few tries before the button he was working on came free. His eyes raked across her body, stopping to admire the peace of art in her thigh, and not pausing to focus on the scar. Scars on Pilots were common. Emrys has his share, some from training, others from field work. His job wasn’t all parties and glamor.

Finally the last button let go and he slid off his shit and best together before flinging them onto the floor. Before they’d hit the ground, Emrys had turned and leaned toward Sparrow. His hands explored the curves of her body as he nibbles on one of her ear lobes. One of his hands went down to his waste and he struggled a moment to be free at last from his fancy pants.

[Blink]

Just like the hallway, it didn’t take long for things to heat up again. Sparrow was already back to craving the sweet smell coming from Emrys’s skin as he nibbled on her ear. It sent wave after wave of chills as Sparrow entangled her fingers in his hair again. Her other hand followed Emrys’s downward as she attempted to aid him in the removal of his pestering fancy pants. The moment they were off she traced her fingers up from his waist to his collarbone in a slow and strategic pattern.

With each layer of clothing removed the need for closeness intensified. Sparrow pressed for a kiss again while her other hand continued to make small patterns on his chest, lightly grazing the surface of his skin.

[Marjorie]

Finally free of his pants, his shorts came off with ease. There were no scars on Emrys which could match the one on her calf, but he did have a few littered across his body, evidence of having been stabbed or cut, or of old surgical sights where bones had been reset and temporarily pinned so they could heal properly.

There was no thought of that now though, only that, at last, he could focus all of his attention on Sparrow. Her light touch and smoldering kiss were not enough. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up further on the bed with hi so they were actually laying in it instead of half sitting on and leaning against it. His hands explored her body with a hunger to learn all the paces he could touch to make her gasp or moan or arch into his touch.

When he finally had to break the kiss to gasp for air, his lips didn’t return to hers after, instead he kissed and licked his way down her neck and across her collarbone, following a path down toward her breasts where he lavished them With attention, before his lips moved further still, down her body.