Author Topic: [M]Quiet night out [Blink] (Read 2394 times)

Marjorie · « **Reply #20 on:** July 11, 2019, 09:33:18 pm »

Emrys frowned softly. He was used to that reaction. People always wondered how genuine he was when the found out he was an impath. “I wasn’t,” e said gently, “manipulating your feelings. I wouldn’t, not with a fellow pilot.” That was mostly true. He WOULD in the line of duty, but not here, now, or like this.

“Ice cream?” His eyebrows rose comically, “It’s been ages sense I’ve had ice cream. Sense before I was a candidate.” There was clearly a story there, he might let her pry it from him later. For now... “I don’t have any, but let me call is a car to take us to the nearest store. I’ll get you whatever you like.” He looked at Pixie thoughtfully. “And whatever sort Pixie likes as well.”

Emrys pulled out his phone and in the space of a few minutes they had, well not a cab, they were usually gross, but there was a car and driver to take them shopping. He opened the door for her, and then assuming she’d let pixie in beside her got in on the other side.

Blink · « **Reply #21 on:** July 11, 2019, 09:56:57 pm »

Before she could protest to a car Emry’s had already called one in. She wasn’t surprised to see that it was something more extravagant than a cab. It almost bothered her that he wanted to pay for the ice cream too, but she figured free ice cream wasn’t something worth protesting. What bothered her more was that he didn’t have any ice cream to begin with. What kind of person doesn’t always keep ice cream on standby?

When the car arrived, Sparrow called for Pixie to hop in after her. Surely enough he obliged and sat in the seat with his nose already making marks on the window. Sparrow reached over and cracked the window enough for him to stick his head out, one of his favorite things to do when in a moving piece of machinery. The car itself reminded her of when her adopted parents would escort her around.

She didn’t like it.

“I vote we walk from the store. I don’t like cars and drivers and all this fancy pants bullshit.” At least she was honest and not the type to let things build up that bothered her. “Also, what kind of psychopath doesn’t enjoy ice cream from time to time!?” She had shifted in the car to face him. “You are not a candidate anymore. You have freedoms, you can do whatever you want ‘within reason’.”

Marjorie · « **Reply #22 on:** July 11, 2019, 10:11:47 pm »

Emrys gave a mock pout. "You don't like anything fancy... not even my fancy pants?" Well, he really hoped that she didn't hate everything fancy... he was pretty fancy just to look at him, and there was all kinds of fancy all over his apartment.

Emrys almost flinched, and it showed in his expression for the blink of an eye. "Not for decades now," he concurred, about him not being a Candidate anymore. "But I..." He paused, for the very first time sense approaching her this evening, looking a touch awkward and insecure... vulnerable even. "It was my thirteenth birthday, the last time I had ice cream... It reminds me of my mom," he said, and the care free, easy going, loving even, child who had died in the ATC, the person he couldn't reach or touch anymore. "I don't talk to her much anymore."

Blink · « **Reply #23 on:** July 11, 2019, 10:26:59 pm »

“Fancy is my definition of over the top and not really needed I guess. I mean you do need your pants but why do you need dress pants like those out and about on a night like tonight.”

When his expression changed Sparrow was thrown off again. Was this another tactic or was he genuinely bothered by having ice cream at home? Once he explained Sparrow couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. It was true that the ATC was brutal. She remembered seeing other candidates disappear into a shell of who they once were while in the program. Sadly, based on what little he had said it seemed Emry’s was one of those candidates.

“Well then maybe you should pick up your Com and give her a call because going that long without ice cream should be against the law.” It was an attempt to lighten his mood a little. Even if he was a ‘fancy pants’ that she barely knew, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for him. “But please for the love of Aedolis don’t picture your mom while I am eating ice cream after we have banged.” That was something Sparrow knew she would never be able to live down.

Marjorie · « **Reply #24 on:** July 11, 2019, 10:37:25 pm »

"Well," he said, tilting his head to the side, as if considering, "that depends on what you're trying to do. Consider my job, and the sorts of circles I walk in, and the relationships I'm required to maintain - fancy is what those people expect and respect. If I don't measure up to their standards, then I can't expect them to ever let me into their circles." It was the games of the high cast. He had been born into them, and he played them well. It helped his ulterior motives with the politicians quite a bit also.

Emrys smiled, doubtful. Even if he did call her, what the fuck would he say? She still tried, a few times a year, with less and less frequency over the past two decades, to reach out to him - to reconnect. He hadn't been able though, he had tried, but he failed every time.

"Oh," he said, grinning, and looking her over pointedly, for the first time loosing his polish, and looking at her like any hot-blooded man would an attractive woman, "I don't think that will be an issue." He leaned toward her, so he could breath in her sent threw his nose - yes, she did smell like lavender soap, and he hesitated slightly - considering if she'd electrocute him for a fraction of a second before he closed the distance between them with a kiss.

Blink · « **Reply #25 on:** July 12, 2019, 09:24:51 pm »

The kiss had caught her off guard but was still welcomed. Sparrow didn’t have it in her to shock him after learning what little she just had about him. She even leaned into him and brought a hand up to his shoulder to deepen the exchange. If things kept escalating, they may never even make it to his place.

Despite the heated exchange Sparrow couldn’t fill the empty space she wasn’t even aware existed until a few months ago. Perhaps that was why she had jumped into such a deep kiss so quickly, to see if Emry’s had what the few others recently hadn’t. At this point, she knew that the emptiness would never be replaced.

At the break of the kiss, Sparrow sat back, biting her bottom lip as her perspective of the clean and gleaming Pilot Noble Broin began to change. She knew she would never love another again, but that did not change the desire she had for Emrys at that moment. She didn’t need love to do what they were about to, and Sparrow was perfectly fine with that.

“Ice cream”, she reminded him as she sat back in the seat again, still biting her lip. “We had a deal”.

Marjorie · « **Reply #26 on:** July 13, 2019, 03:34:17 am »

As Sparrow leaned into Emrys and deepened the kiss, he slid across the seat a little closer to her. His fingers slid up the back of her neck into her hair. Suddenly, he thought that his three peace suit had WAY too many layers. The kiss broke too soon. He wanted more, but she was talking. I’ve cream. He kicked his lips, then smirked. She tasted like whiskey. “Don’t worry,” he teased, “I’m a man of my word. You’ll have your ice cream - whatever kind you want and anything to go with it.”
A few long minutes ticked away before the car came to a stop.

Emrys wasn’t looking for love either, far from it. He was looking to fill the void inside of him though, eve if only for a little while.

Emrys scabbed his chip, paying for their ride. “Don’t wait for us,” he said, “ the lady wants to walk from here.” He looked at Sparrow. “My place isn’t far from here anyway.”

Inside the store, Emrys pushes a cart along as the walked toward the frozen foods.

Blink · « **Reply #27 on:** July 13, 2019, 08:31:00 pm »

There that word was again.

’Lady’

A descriptive term that Sparrow felt just wasn’t meant to ever describe her in any way. If not for the heated kiss, she may have shocked the hell out of him again just for saying it. The disdain for it put a sour taste in her mouth and it showed.

“Please stop calling me that.” It didn’t matter if it was a simple pleasantry or a way for him to show he had manners. She hated it, plain and simple.

Sparrow and Pixie walked ahead of Emrys and his shopping cart. How much ice cream did he think she planned on getting any way? Once at the line of freezers Sparrow brought a finger to her chin as she mulled over the selection. She knew she had originally wanted a chocolate swirls and nuts blend but now she wasn’t quite so sure. Naturally, her attention was mainly on the generic branded ice cream selection. It never made much sense to her as to why someone would pay more credits for practically the same damn thing.

Eventually, she set her sights on a container of red velvet cake ice cream. She had seen it before and planned on trying it in the comfort of her own apartment at some point that week. Now was as good a time as any so she popped open the door and grabbed it.

“Ice cream acquired fancy pants.”

Rather than placing it in the cart, Sparrow carried the container, still perusing the store looking for one more item. Walking horizontal to the isles Sparrow read the descriptors above them clearly with a mission in mind. It didn’t even cross her mind to look and see if Emrys was still pushing the empty cart behind her as she quickly ducked into the aisle she was looking for. Again, she began scanning shelves, but this time knew exactly what she wanted.

“Aha!” Sparrow reached out and pulled a soap set from the shelf. “You wanted to know what I really smelled like? Well, here it is.” In her hands was a set of Lavender scented bath products with one of her official Hellion’s photos and a statement on the front of the packaging. She remembered the photo was also on the cover of Aedolis Health and Fitness a while back. “Feel free to rub it all over your body….”

No harm in some shameless promoting.

Marjorie · « **Reply #28 on:** July 13, 2019, 11:30:47 pm »

“Alright,” he said easily, it was really just an automatic form of a nicety he paid people like referring to people by rank, or saying please and than you. “Sparrow,” he tried her name out of his lips. He was still following her down the aisle with the cart, and one of them struck a chord in him. Cherry vanilla, an old fashioned classic, exactly the sort his mother would have chosen, but he wasn’t even thinking about that at the moment. He dropped it into the cart.

Emrys smirked when she handed him the lavender bathing products. It was rather advertised toward women, he thought. “I don’t know if lavender is my scent,” still he took it from her and put it in the cart, “I’m more of a cinnamon spice kind of guy.” And if she did bury her nose against his skins he’d find a very light scent of cinnamon, clover, and vanilla that came from his rather expensive bath soap.

“Did you want any,” he made a motion with his hand toward another aisle, “toppings or anything to go with that?”

Blink · « **Reply #29 on:** July 14, 2019, 07:48:07 pm »

Cinnamon spice, how typical. Sparrow had found that most men preferred to smell like food. Perhaps it was because people loved food so much? She looked down at the tub of ice cream wrapped in her arms and pondered what a red velvet body scent would be like. Yep, most definitely why.

“I’m good with what I’ve got.” Sparrow patted her hand against the side of the tub with a pressed smile. “Don’t need anything extra fancy to make this taste good. Or at least I hope considering I’ve never tried it. Have been wanting to for a while though.” Her eyes flicked down to the cherry vanilla ice cream in the cart. Was that the kind he ate before being a candidate? More questions about her acquaintance to pile on for later.

She drummed her fingers over her tub of ice cream before stepping off towards the registers. Standing there and staring while wondering about his ice cream tendencies would’ve just made things more awkward. Pixie’s nails against the cold and hard floor could be heard in stride behind her. When at the register Sparrow picked up a stick of jerky and threw it on the belt next to her ice cream.

“For Pixie…”

Marjorie · « **Reply #30 on:** July 14, 2019, 10:12:20 pm »

Once all their tings were scanned Emrys paid for them before Sparrow could object, weather or not she intended to object. He picked up the bag - they had send got much and then headed out of the store with Sparrow and Pixie. This time, he was leading the way, though he kept beside her not in front of her.

“My apartment is just this way,” he gestured in the direction, “and around the corner,” about half a city block away. His apartment was in what could only be called a swanky looking modern building. There was even a door man at the entrance, who recognizing Emrys, tipped his hat to them, said “good evening Mr. Boin,” and held the door open for them. They took an elevator to the fourth floor and his door opened to a swipe of his chip and a code punched into a key pad. Inside the apartment was elegant, polished steel, clean line, and shiny wooden surfaces. The door opened into a living room furnished with a small sofa and plush chairs centered around a fireplace. The kitchen and a hallway was visible from there.

Blink · « **Reply #31 on:** July 16, 2019, 11:19:11 pm »

Pixie and Sparrow walked while sharing the jerky stick purchased from the store. Every few moments Sparrow would rip off a small piece and offer it to the mammoth of a dog followed by doing the same for herself. With each small treat, Pixie licked his snout in earnest as he awaited more. Unfortunately for Pixie, the stick was not infinite and before long it had run out.

Once at Emrys’s building Sparrow couldn’t help but dart her eyes from sight to sight as she took in the extravagance of where he lived. Inside of his apartment, it was no different as she took a few steps in and let out a long-surprised whistle.

“So, this is how the fancy pants population lives?” It was a rhetorical question as she rolled her fingers over the tops of his shiny countertops. “To each their own I guess…”

Sparrow could never see herself living in a place like this. Even if she ever did make Noble status she wouldn’t want to live in a place as nice as his. To her, it was all a materialistic cover. His shiny countertops, plush chairs, even the fireplace were just objects in an otherwise blank space. The place was nicely decorated but there was no… character.

Acting as if she had been there a thousand times before Sparrow managed to find the freezer in the polished kitchen and quickly deposited her ice cream inside.

“Do you have a spare bedroom?” Her eyes locked with Pixie who immediately let out a light whimper. “If we don’t separate him, he WILL try and eat you.” The large black dog perked up when Sparrow smiled at him. “He is just very protective…”

Marjorie · « **Reply #32 on:** July 16, 2019, 11:41:48 pm »

Emrys chuckled. “Well yes, I suppose it is,” he said in response. He didn’t mention that this little apartment was his second home. His real home was a much more spacious apartment where his family lived at the capital. That was a pace he could entertain. It might as well have been a mansion comaired to this place. This was, well this was just for him.

Emrys frowned softly. “I’ve turned it into an office, it’s a secure room. Sorry, I can’t even let you in there. There is a bathroom down the hall though.” He moved to the kitchen and stowed the ice cream in the freezer, then moved closer to Sparrow, sliding a hand across the back of her hips until his arm was around her. “It’s this way,” he said guiding her with a light press of his hand, “I don’t want to be eaten.”

As they walked down the hall, they passed a room with a security door. The room had been led lined, tough Sparrow wouldn’t know that, she would be able to see there was a chip scanner and key pad lock on it. The next door was normal, and he opened it to reveal a spacious bathroom, which whole spotless, appeared highly unused. “Will this work.”

Blink · « **Reply #33 on:** July 17, 2019, 11:10:40 pm »

Biting her lip Sparrow walked with Emrys to the bathroom. His hand pressed against her caused a slight tingle as she anticipated what the night would hold for them. She was so focused on his touch that she had almost forgotten why they were walking to the bathroom, to begin with. Well, that was until she felt Pixie paw at her leg.

“Oh… um yeah. It’s plenty big enough.” Sparrow then motioned for Pixie to go in. She took a moment to get him comfortable before leaving him alone in a strange room. Every time she felt guilty leaving him like this. Thankfully, Pixie was happy wherever he was so long as Sparrow wasn’t that far away.

After the door clicked shut Sparrow turned her attention back to Emrys.

Marjorie · « **Reply #34 on:** July 17, 2019, 11:20:19 pm »

Emrys let Sparrow get Pixie settled and once the door shut, and she was near again, he slid his hands along her sides and drew nearer still, so he could press a heated kiss to her lips and savor the taste of her lips. There was another door on the other side of the hall. His bedroom. It was a destination that was currently only a vague goal in his mind. He had way too many damned layers of formal bullshit on.

Unwilling to break the kiss just yet, one of his hands slid to the small of Sparrow’s back as the other came up to try and loosen the noose around his neck.

Blink · « **Reply #35 on:** July 17, 2019, 11:43:06 pm »

It would be a lie to say that Emrys lips did not have a very distinctive sweet taste. As each second passed Sparrow savored his distinctive flavor. That combined with his hand running up the small of her back she pressed herself closer to him craving more.

While Emrys battled his tie Sparrow grasped at the hem of her tank top and feverishly pulled it up, breaking their kiss for a moment to completely pull it over her head. Beneath it Sparrow wore a simple black sports bra, yet another article of her clothing with a Hellions logo on it. The racerback bra partially covered the flock of small birds flying up her shoulder while her lowcut jeans gave a glimpse of the large dragon tattoo on her left hip. Beyond the tattoos were many small scars. Her skin was far from flawless before her fateful crash and even more less so afterwards.

With the tank top now discarded in Emrys’s hallway, Sparrow pressed against him again. Her fingers traced up the sides of his jaw and into his hair as he carried out his own battle against layers of clothing. She couldn’t help but let out a lighthearted laugh into his lips as she thought of how much he was probably regretting his many layers now.

Marjorie · « **Reply #36 on:** July 17, 2019, 11:54:14 pm »

Emrys caught his breath as Sparrow lost her tank top, but his tie finally let go of him and he let it fall to the ground. His jacket quickly following. He hummed with pleasure, enjoying the feel of her fingers in his short hair. He always had liked the feeling of a lovers fingers in his hair. The warmth and soft curve of Soarrow’s breasts pressed against him was wickedly distracting, and he fumbled with the buttons of his vest. One of his hands abandoned the task to slide past the strap of her bra and tease at the flesh beneath.

A frustrated sound escaped Emrys, before the buttons finally came loose. He didn’t bother taking off the vest, instead, his now free hand slid over Sparrow’s hip, fingertips lighting on the dragon tattoo, before sliding lower to to grab a handful of her rear as he pressed her back to the wall and captured her lips in another kiss.

Blink · « **Reply #37 on:** July 18, 2019, 10:28:27 pm »

The wall pressed harder against her back mixed with Emrys hand on her breast forced a gasp from Sparrow. With his hand gripping at the flesh of her bottom, Sparrow entertained his kiss a little longer before trailing her lips along his jaw and downward on his neck. It was amazing how at the beginning of the evening Sparrow had just planned on going out, getting wasted, and then going home to sleep. There was never the plan of a hookup, especially with Pilot Noble Emrys Broin. There was also no way Sparrow could have imagined ever being in his apartment, much less pressed against his wall in the compromising position she was in now.

Funny how life worked out sometimes.

Freeing her hands from his beautiful hair Sparrow trailed her hands down his sides and then pulled them in towards hers to begin unzipping her jeans. Her fingers fumbled on the small piece of metal, her mind in a forced haze by the urgency to remove anything that could be considered a barrier on her skin. Managing to finally get the zipper undone she moved onto the button next, again fumbling with an otherwise simple mechanism. Once free she left it open as she turned her focus back on Emrys neck. Funny how his skin could look even better the closer she was to it. Even funnier how all she could smell was a unique combination of cinnamon and spice that caused something deep within her to crave him even more.

” Yep, totally why,” Sparrow’s thought process going back to the grocery store from earlier that night.

Marjorie · « **Reply #38 on:** July 18, 2019, 10:56:35 pm »

When Sparrow gasped, Emrys grinned against her.

He hadn’t gone out with the intention of hooking up either. He HAD made his way toward Sparrow back at the bar with that intention though. He couldn’t have guessed she would have been there when he’d first walked in the door though.

As her lips payed along his neck, Emrys made a soft sound of pleasure. He tilted his head to give her better access. Sparrow’s fumbling fingers at the fly of his pants caused enough contact that it pulled a low moan out of him. Once his pants were undone and hanging loosely off his hips, he pressed his hips forward against her. His body seeking more points of contact.

“Mmm...” The feel of her lips and tongue playing along his neck was delicious. The traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, as his hand slid free from her bra only to slide under it and tug it upward to free her from it, even though he was loath to pull her lips away from him.

Blink · « **Reply #39 on:** July 18, 2019, 11:51:50 pm »

Again, their exchange broke as Sparrow lifted her arms over her head for the bra to come up and off. Once free Sparrow pressed the back of her scalp against the wall as Emrys played with her ear. Were they even going to make it to a bed at this point? She thought for sure they wouldn’t even make it out of the car earlier yet they somehow managed to get from there, to the store, and then his apartment.

“Emrys…” His name almost too painful to get out as every single inch of Sparrow’s body was screaming at her for interrupting their moment. Sparrow even had to clear her throat as she continued. She gently pushed him back before she reached down while kicking her legs back one at a time to remove her shoes. “This is hardly fair. You have way more layers than I do.” She then gestured at her breasts, teasingly running her fingers across them while biting at her lip. “So why don’t you show me to your bedroom and maybe then you can catch up.”