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It was quiet when Sidney rolled out the strange bed beside her newest lover. She wasn’t sure if he was awake yet, the sheets draped over his narrow hips, but she needed a smoke something fierce. The DJ took a moment to admire the dip and curve of his spine and how his hair lay dark on his pillow before she swiped his shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head. He was tall enough it came well past her hips, and broad enough to hang down over a thin shoulder, but it would keep her decent while she was out on the balcony she had seen when they arrived. Hadn’t had time to see much else, but she’d been distracted… Her fingers drummed against her thigh, remembering Archer’s demanding kisses and how tightly he had gripped her. Goosebumps ran down her arms and she grinned and shivered as she headed out to weave her way to the front door on bare, silent feet.
She’d dropped the tiny purse she used on club nights on the floor just inside and Sid bent to sweep it up along the way. It had a tiny chain to serve as a strap and was only big enough for her keys, some cash, and the little wooden box she kept her one hitter in. There was a tiny baggie of pills in there, but those were far less obvious, tucked into a clever hole in the lining she had made.
Boxes and tote bins stood all over the apartment, telling the tale of a man who had just moved and hadn’t found the time to unpack anything. Sid wove her way between them with light steps and when she reached the glass door she paused for a moment, fingers on the handle. Her hair stood out in her faint reflection, wild and disarrayed. She remembered fingers in it, gripping tightly. She remembered begging for him to pull harder…
A grin split her face and she crinkled up her nose at her reflection, sweeping her eyes for a moment over sex and sleep smudged make up before she pushed her way outside where patio chairs and a buzz awaited. She even pulled the chair close to the ledge so she could prop bare feet up on it, legs crossed at the ankle, and lean back into the soft cushions.
She’d dropped the tiny purse she used on club nights on the floor just inside and Sid bent to sweep it up along the way. It had a tiny chain to serve as a strap and was only big enough for her keys, some cash, and the little wooden box she kept her one hitter in. There was a tiny baggie of pills in there, but those were far less obvious, tucked into a clever hole in the lining she had made.
Boxes and tote bins stood all over the apartment, telling the tale of a man who had just moved and hadn’t found the time to unpack anything. Sid wove her way between them with light steps and when she reached the glass door she paused for a moment, fingers on the handle. Her hair stood out in her faint reflection, wild and disarrayed. She remembered fingers in it, gripping tightly. She remembered begging for him to pull harder…
A grin split her face and she crinkled up her nose at her reflection, sweeping her eyes for a moment over sex and sleep smudged make up before she pushed her way outside where patio chairs and a buzz awaited. She even pulled the chair close to the ledge so she could prop bare feet up on it, legs crossed at the ankle, and lean back into the soft cushions.
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It had been, in Archer’s mind, an extremely good night.
Chou would learn very quickly that he was not the talkative sort when it came to sex. Imaginative, demanding, and eager, certainly, but those were all traits that did not require talking, especially since Archer preferred to put his mouth to better uses.
He was not a cuddler either; when they fell asleep, his back was to her, not technically from a dismissal, but simply because he always slept that way, on his side, with a pillow or two tucked beneath his head. Should she wish to curl close, he wouldn’t object, though he didn’t initiate. It was nice, though, to have another warm body in the bed beside him, even if he wasn’t the sort to snuggle.
When he awoke, only a short while after Chou, it was to find the bed empty, however. Archer stretched out, blinking several times to get the sleep out of his eyes. His normal routine of waking up at seven AM every day had not been put into motion, for obvious reasons; he felt much more tired than usual, had slept harder, since he’d been up half the night, though he held no regrets about how he’d chosen to spend his time.
Archer pushed himself vertical and swung his legs over the side of the king-sized bed, running a hand through his hair. His clothes were scattered throughout the apartment, a stark and obvious contrast to the normally neat and tidy arrangement he had. His pants were somewhere by the door to the room, and Archer padded over, tugging them on lazily, glancing around for both his shirt and Chou.
Neither were in his room, but he did find both outside, on the balcony. Archer swiped a cigarette from his countertop, reaching into his pocket where he knew the lighter was and flicked it open, igniting the tip. Not bothering to try for a different shirt, he crossed the room and slid the door the rest of the way open, Archer leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
“That’s my shirt.”
Not annoyed, merely a fact.
Chou would learn very quickly that he was not the talkative sort when it came to sex. Imaginative, demanding, and eager, certainly, but those were all traits that did not require talking, especially since Archer preferred to put his mouth to better uses.
He was not a cuddler either; when they fell asleep, his back was to her, not technically from a dismissal, but simply because he always slept that way, on his side, with a pillow or two tucked beneath his head. Should she wish to curl close, he wouldn’t object, though he didn’t initiate. It was nice, though, to have another warm body in the bed beside him, even if he wasn’t the sort to snuggle.
When he awoke, only a short while after Chou, it was to find the bed empty, however. Archer stretched out, blinking several times to get the sleep out of his eyes. His normal routine of waking up at seven AM every day had not been put into motion, for obvious reasons; he felt much more tired than usual, had slept harder, since he’d been up half the night, though he held no regrets about how he’d chosen to spend his time.
Archer pushed himself vertical and swung his legs over the side of the king-sized bed, running a hand through his hair. His clothes were scattered throughout the apartment, a stark and obvious contrast to the normally neat and tidy arrangement he had. His pants were somewhere by the door to the room, and Archer padded over, tugging them on lazily, glancing around for both his shirt and Chou.
Neither were in his room, but he did find both outside, on the balcony. Archer swiped a cigarette from his countertop, reaching into his pocket where he knew the lighter was and flicked it open, igniting the tip. Not bothering to try for a different shirt, he crossed the room and slid the door the rest of the way open, Archer leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
“That’s my shirt.”
Not annoyed, merely a fact.
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The voice behind her drew her attention through the music that blared through her headphones and she arched so she could tilt her head back and get an upside down view of him before she pulled them down to hear better. He looked sexy, bare chested in the pants he’d worn last night and she grinned, magenta eyes lighting up with mischief. She reached to tug at the hem, sliding it up her thigh to a very bare hip.
“You want it back?” She teased, boney elbow braced on the arm of the chair and little metal tube held loosely between nail-polished fingers. The smell of the weed she had smoked as light in the open air, dispersing even as they remained there. Her purse was open on the table, the wood box nestled inside. Sid bit her lip, picturing him dragging the shirt off of her… maybe starting another round of fun right out here on the balcony. She could imagine the rasping feel of the brick wall against her hips as she bent over it.
“Do you want some?” She offered as she dropped back into her chair, the one hitter held aloft for his view. “It's good stuff. I don’t do dirty grass.”
Her toes curled and stretched idly before her foot started bouncing along to the music she could still hear from the headphones around her neck. Sid wondered what this morning would be like with him awake now. Was he the sort to like it when a girl lingered, or did he prefer her to be gone before he woke up? It was too late for the latter, but it wouldn’t take long to get dressed and make an exit. He’d been uninterested in contact after sex, so maybe. Not like she needed eggs and bacon.
“You want it back?” She teased, boney elbow braced on the arm of the chair and little metal tube held loosely between nail-polished fingers. The smell of the weed she had smoked as light in the open air, dispersing even as they remained there. Her purse was open on the table, the wood box nestled inside. Sid bit her lip, picturing him dragging the shirt off of her… maybe starting another round of fun right out here on the balcony. She could imagine the rasping feel of the brick wall against her hips as she bent over it.
“Do you want some?” She offered as she dropped back into her chair, the one hitter held aloft for his view. “It's good stuff. I don’t do dirty grass.”
Her toes curled and stretched idly before her foot started bouncing along to the music she could still hear from the headphones around her neck. Sid wondered what this morning would be like with him awake now. Was he the sort to like it when a girl lingered, or did he prefer her to be gone before he woke up? It was too late for the latter, but it wouldn’t take long to get dressed and make an exit. He’d been uninterested in contact after sex, so maybe. Not like she needed eggs and bacon.
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His eyes followed the line of the shirt as it rose, unabashedly giving her legs a once-over, gaze lingering on her hip before it moved back up to her face. There was a slight smile on Archer’s face as he said, pushing himself away from the door frame, “Not at the moment...but I might take it back later.”
There was a certain amount of dark suggestion in that statement, Archer’s fingers reaching to drift lazily against the back of her neck as he squeezed past her and sank down in the chair across, leaning back comfortably. One leg was crossed over the other, and Archer took a long drag of his own cigarette, blowing smoke over the wall.
An eyebrow rose, the little sly smile easing a bit more into something less hungry.
“If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind,” he said lightly, holding his cig between two fingers and letting the smoke drift lazily up. “Admittedly, it’s been a while, but I never say no to the good stuff.”
His eyes flickered towards her, somewhat curiously.
There was a certain amount of dark suggestion in that statement, Archer’s fingers reaching to drift lazily against the back of her neck as he squeezed past her and sank down in the chair across, leaning back comfortably. One leg was crossed over the other, and Archer took a long drag of his own cigarette, blowing smoke over the wall.
An eyebrow rose, the little sly smile easing a bit more into something less hungry.
“If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind,” he said lightly, holding his cig between two fingers and letting the smoke drift lazily up. “Admittedly, it’s been a while, but I never say no to the good stuff.”
His eyes flickered towards her, somewhat curiously.
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Her fingers curled tightly around the soft fabric over her hip. Her throat worked as she swallowed, enjoying the fizzle of nerves and excitement that statement gave her. The light of it reached her eyes and she was grinning when he found his seat, the brush of fingers along the back of her neck making her shiver as goosebumps raced down her arms. She liked the hungry look he wore when he looked at her sometimes… liked how it felt when he took it out on her. This had definitely been one of her better late-night escapades and she rather hoped she’d get to repeat it some day.
At his interest, she dropped her feet down and squirmed around to reached back for her purse, stretching over the distance to snag it and pull it close. The box was her objective and she fished it out before she dropped back in her seat. The metal tube got a hard couple of raps on the brick before she checked that it was clear, and satisfied, she dipped it into the well to fill it before she leaned to pass it over to him, filled end up. The shirt hung off her shoulder as she did and when Sid fell back into her chair, she tugged it up again, settling it more securely.
She left the headphones down around her neck, music still drifting from them in a bouncy sort of beat. Relaxation and a good buzz eased the muscles in her as she tucked her legs up in the chair seat, arms folded at rest across them as she watched him smoke through lowered lashes. Her lips quirked after a moment of silence as a thought occurred and she bit her lip, remembering the first hot kisses inside of his apartment.
“I had fun last night. Lots of fun.”
At his interest, she dropped her feet down and squirmed around to reached back for her purse, stretching over the distance to snag it and pull it close. The box was her objective and she fished it out before she dropped back in her seat. The metal tube got a hard couple of raps on the brick before she checked that it was clear, and satisfied, she dipped it into the well to fill it before she leaned to pass it over to him, filled end up. The shirt hung off her shoulder as she did and when Sid fell back into her chair, she tugged it up again, settling it more securely.
She left the headphones down around her neck, music still drifting from them in a bouncy sort of beat. Relaxation and a good buzz eased the muscles in her as she tucked her legs up in the chair seat, arms folded at rest across them as she watched him smoke through lowered lashes. Her lips quirked after a moment of silence as a thought occurred and she bit her lip, remembering the first hot kisses inside of his apartment.
“I had fun last night. Lots of fun.”
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He watched her move with a lazy, catlike expression on his face, enjoying what the view brought him. The fact that she wasn’t wearing anything at all under the shirt was something that did not go unnoticed, especially with how she’d shifted it up her hip earlier, and now Archer watched as it slipped down her shoulder, exposing bare skin beneath.
A hand reached out, accepted the little metal tube offered to him, and Archer set his cigarette down on the ashtray in the center of the table, replacing one with the other. He took the hit, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled in his lungs, and then passed it back once he was finished, Archer looking extremely satisfied. It had been a while, and he enjoyed immensely the sense of relaxation and pleasure it gave him.
His head tilted towards her as he leaned back in his seat.
“Me too,” he said, a light breeze tousling his hair. “I doubt this needs saying, since you don’t seem the type to get clingy - but I’m not looking for anything at all in terms of relationships.”
Smoke curled around his fingers as Archer tapped them idly on the table beside his cigarette. Briefly, his thoughts drifted to Lorne, but Archer didn’t let them linger, waving them aside like the ashes of his cigarette.
“However,” he said, reclining. “I do enjoy sex a great deal, and last night was very satisfying, so if you ever feel up to repeating it, I wouldn’t object.”
His smile was almost a smirk.
“Your tastes seemed to run rather in tandem with my own, after all.”
A hand reached out, accepted the little metal tube offered to him, and Archer set his cigarette down on the ashtray in the center of the table, replacing one with the other. He took the hit, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled in his lungs, and then passed it back once he was finished, Archer looking extremely satisfied. It had been a while, and he enjoyed immensely the sense of relaxation and pleasure it gave him.
His head tilted towards her as he leaned back in his seat.
“Me too,” he said, a light breeze tousling his hair. “I doubt this needs saying, since you don’t seem the type to get clingy - but I’m not looking for anything at all in terms of relationships.”
Smoke curled around his fingers as Archer tapped them idly on the table beside his cigarette. Briefly, his thoughts drifted to Lorne, but Archer didn’t let them linger, waving them aside like the ashes of his cigarette.
“However,” he said, reclining. “I do enjoy sex a great deal, and last night was very satisfying, so if you ever feel up to repeating it, I wouldn’t object.”
His smile was almost a smirk.
“Your tastes seemed to run rather in tandem with my own, after all.”
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Sidney dropped her legs so she could reach across the space for her piece again. She put it to her own lips as she settled back and lit the end with the cheap lighter she'd had in her lap. The flame lit what little he had left behind and she finished it up, drawing and holding a deep breath. Thin legs tucked up into the seat again and her lips curled before she blew out the last of the smoke. It left it feeling light and fuzzy, as it was meant to, and she settled in to enjoy it.
It was almost as good as the glow after good sex, really, but without the pleasant body ache.
Sid chortled at his mention of relationships and she waved a hand enthusiastically, coughing to clear her chest.
"Oh, no worries. I'm not interested in anything but sex. Been there, done that, just here to have fun." She smiled as she squirmed to settle in, draping a leg over the arm of the chair to idly bounce her foot. Her toenails matched the polish on her fingers where she'd tucked her hands against her ribs. It was getting cool in the early mornings as Fall came on and with her lack of weight, she was starting to chill. "I'll leave you my number, if you like."
She grinned suddenly, seizing her studded tongue between her teeth.
"Any time you want to bend me over something, just give me a ring." Sid teased, kicking her foot at him.
It was almost as good as the glow after good sex, really, but without the pleasant body ache.
Sid chortled at his mention of relationships and she waved a hand enthusiastically, coughing to clear her chest.
"Oh, no worries. I'm not interested in anything but sex. Been there, done that, just here to have fun." She smiled as she squirmed to settle in, draping a leg over the arm of the chair to idly bounce her foot. Her toenails matched the polish on her fingers where she'd tucked her hands against her ribs. It was getting cool in the early mornings as Fall came on and with her lack of weight, she was starting to chill. "I'll leave you my number, if you like."
She grinned suddenly, seizing her studded tongue between her teeth.
"Any time you want to bend me over something, just give me a ring." Sid teased, kicking her foot at him.
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His eyes never seemed to settle in one place as she moved, flitting over her legs, her shoulder, the rest of her body while she settled back into place. Sometimes they drifted up to her hair, Archer liking the contrast of color against her skin, the smudged makeup that he had caused some of.
Smoke curled around them both, a pleasant haze that he hadn’t indulged in for quite some time. Archer let it ease through him, let it sift through his chest and body to relax him.
“Oh, good,” he said, and it was, because he didn’t care to make things annoyingly complicated with relationships. He had Lorne, after all, that was all he needed in terms of anything long-lasting. Chou was just a good time, and he quite liked that she had no desire to get clingy. “Go ahead and leave it.”
Her suggestion made him raise a brow, and Archer shifted slightly, his eyes deliberately lingering on that leg she was shaking at him.
“Believe me, I have plenty of things to bend you over,” he said lightly, smiling at her. “But I do have to admit, this is good stuff you have here,” He waved a lazy hand, indicating the hitter. “I very much enjoy this as well.”
Smoke curled around them both, a pleasant haze that he hadn’t indulged in for quite some time. Archer let it ease through him, let it sift through his chest and body to relax him.
“Oh, good,” he said, and it was, because he didn’t care to make things annoyingly complicated with relationships. He had Lorne, after all, that was all he needed in terms of anything long-lasting. Chou was just a good time, and he quite liked that she had no desire to get clingy. “Go ahead and leave it.”
Her suggestion made him raise a brow, and Archer shifted slightly, his eyes deliberately lingering on that leg she was shaking at him.
“Believe me, I have plenty of things to bend you over,” he said lightly, smiling at her. “But I do have to admit, this is good stuff you have here,” He waved a lazy hand, indicating the hitter. “I very much enjoy this as well.”
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A laugh broke from her as she withdrew her leg to tuck it up close again for warmth and the sound was light and easy. There was honest pleasure in his enjoyment and in getting to share something she liked with someone. That was how it used to be and she missed it dearly. She'd have gladly cut off her own arm if doing so could have turned back the clock and let her go back to when life had been better. When she'd had Ice.
Sid shook off the lonely feeling of that and leaned forward to wrap her arms around her legs.
"I have better stuff than that, if you're ever looking to have a lot of fun for a few hours. It can really kick off a party the right way." She snickered, her eyes crinkling with mirth. "I suppose you could say I'm something of an expert at having a good time. You just have to be careful with it. Anything done to excess is dangerous. Hell, you can poison yourself drinking too much water."
Her toes were cold now and she curled them under for a moment before she dropped her legs and stretched them. The DJ rocked up and out of the chair then, tucking her piece back into her purse. The shirt hung loose around her thighs and she shrugged the neckline back into place again.
"Would you mind terribly if I used your shower?" Sid asked as she turned back, taking slow steps backwards towards the door. Her voice went singsong then, light and playful. "You could join me..."
Sid shook off the lonely feeling of that and leaned forward to wrap her arms around her legs.
"I have better stuff than that, if you're ever looking to have a lot of fun for a few hours. It can really kick off a party the right way." She snickered, her eyes crinkling with mirth. "I suppose you could say I'm something of an expert at having a good time. You just have to be careful with it. Anything done to excess is dangerous. Hell, you can poison yourself drinking too much water."
Her toes were cold now and she curled them under for a moment before she dropped her legs and stretched them. The DJ rocked up and out of the chair then, tucking her piece back into her purse. The shirt hung loose around her thighs and she shrugged the neckline back into place again.
"Would you mind terribly if I used your shower?" Sid asked as she turned back, taking slow steps backwards towards the door. Her voice went singsong then, light and playful. "You could join me..."
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Her laugh was pleasing to the ears, even if laughter itself wasn’t something that Archer did a whole lot of himself. There was a great deal physically appealing about Chou, from her thin legs to her vibrantly colored hair, to the piercings that decorated various parts of her body (and he’d counted them all last night, with great pleasure).
“I’ll keep the invitation in mind,” said Archer, and he would, because he did like the idea of getting something better from her in terms of relaxation. “I have to admit, I haven’t found anyone else that enjoys my tastes in certain aspects of recreation; it’s rather nice to find someone that appreciates it.”
He rolled his neck to look at her, a lazy smirk on his face. “But you’re right - everything in moderation, too much can just be sloppy and unappealing.”
Archer took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke before stubbing it out and letting the last dregs coil around him. Chou had gotten up, Archer’s shirt too big for her small frame. He uncrossed his legs and stood, and the jeans he’d put on earlier had not bothered to be buttoned, a fact he didn’t seem to care about as he crossed around the table to stand in front of Chou.
“Well, I do have to take my shirt back,” said Archer, in a low, tantalizing voice, and he was half looming over her, given his height, but as they’d both learned already, the difference in height had made no real difference.
His fingers curled in the hem of the shirt curiously, Archer giving it a musing look.
“I’ll keep the invitation in mind,” said Archer, and he would, because he did like the idea of getting something better from her in terms of relaxation. “I have to admit, I haven’t found anyone else that enjoys my tastes in certain aspects of recreation; it’s rather nice to find someone that appreciates it.”
He rolled his neck to look at her, a lazy smirk on his face. “But you’re right - everything in moderation, too much can just be sloppy and unappealing.”
Archer took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke before stubbing it out and letting the last dregs coil around him. Chou had gotten up, Archer’s shirt too big for her small frame. He uncrossed his legs and stood, and the jeans he’d put on earlier had not bothered to be buttoned, a fact he didn’t seem to care about as he crossed around the table to stand in front of Chou.
“Well, I do have to take my shirt back,” said Archer, in a low, tantalizing voice, and he was half looming over her, given his height, but as they’d both learned already, the difference in height had made no real difference.
His fingers curled in the hem of the shirt curiously, Archer giving it a musing look.
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"Most people don't think it's 'good' to use things that alter your natural self." She said as she backed up till her outstretched hand felt the cool glass of the door. "I like to think of it as enhancing my life and helping me get more out of it. It has its risks just like everything does, but an awful lot of reward."
She watched as he put out his cigarette, smoke curling up blue grey and dispersing. Anticipation sparked at the motion and doubled with excitement as he moved to stand. Sid backed up as he came towards her, until she was pressed to the glass, her eyes widening along with her smile.
There was something exciting about the way he moved with purpose, flavored by knowing what he could do to her if he wanted to. Things she wanted him to do to her. It was that game of dominance, the rules known and understood by both parties. Ice had only ever pulled this sort of feeling from her when he chose to take that role, and she knew the way it felt from the other side, when she had been the one in charge because he wanted to submit. All a game, but one she enjoyed playing.
Sid drew in a breath that was a little raspy as he stood over her and caught at the shirt she wore, her eyes bright. She let out a rich chuckle, pressing her palms flat to the wall rather than making a move towards him.
"Then come get it." She teased, tilting her head back to look up at him.
She watched as he put out his cigarette, smoke curling up blue grey and dispersing. Anticipation sparked at the motion and doubled with excitement as he moved to stand. Sid backed up as he came towards her, until she was pressed to the glass, her eyes widening along with her smile.
There was something exciting about the way he moved with purpose, flavored by knowing what he could do to her if he wanted to. Things she wanted him to do to her. It was that game of dominance, the rules known and understood by both parties. Ice had only ever pulled this sort of feeling from her when he chose to take that role, and she knew the way it felt from the other side, when she had been the one in charge because he wanted to submit. All a game, but one she enjoyed playing.
Sid drew in a breath that was a little raspy as he stood over her and caught at the shirt she wore, her eyes bright. She let out a rich chuckle, pressing her palms flat to the wall rather than making a move towards him.
"Then come get it." She teased, tilting her head back to look up at him.
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He snorted.
“Most people don’t have the intelligence to realize that denying themselves the simple pleasures in life does more harm than good,” said Archer as he stood. “There seems little point in pushing away something that has a great deal of benefit to yourself in the long run.”
Which was why he couldn’t understand why Lorne kept avoiding him, why he kept trying to deny that they had something in the first place. It was just common sense; Lorne was his, and they had felt good together, and yet he kept trying to say otherwise.
Archer shook his head, dispelling thoughts of the other man, and focused instead on the young woman in front of him, on those pale legs that stretched out beyond the hem of a too-large shirt. He did like the sight of her backed up like that, against the glass door of his balcony, giving him that look that suggested so many things he enjoyed.
“Oh, believe me, I will,” said Archer, dropping his fingers away from the hem and instead inching them beneath, drifting over the swell of her hip and thigh. “And I’ll get a lot more from you too. But first…”
It was the dominance thing all over again, because Archer knew the benefits of being in control, enjoyed the high and the rush that it brought him - and he liked how Chou went along with it, playing her part just as well.
His fingers slid under her chin, tilted her head up, and then slid smoothly into her hair, grasping at the strands.
“Kiss me,” Archer said, and it wasn’t a question, but a demand, lips curving up in a knowing smile. “I’d like to taste a bit more of the good stuff you brought.”
“Most people don’t have the intelligence to realize that denying themselves the simple pleasures in life does more harm than good,” said Archer as he stood. “There seems little point in pushing away something that has a great deal of benefit to yourself in the long run.”
Which was why he couldn’t understand why Lorne kept avoiding him, why he kept trying to deny that they had something in the first place. It was just common sense; Lorne was his, and they had felt good together, and yet he kept trying to say otherwise.
Archer shook his head, dispelling thoughts of the other man, and focused instead on the young woman in front of him, on those pale legs that stretched out beyond the hem of a too-large shirt. He did like the sight of her backed up like that, against the glass door of his balcony, giving him that look that suggested so many things he enjoyed.
“Oh, believe me, I will,” said Archer, dropping his fingers away from the hem and instead inching them beneath, drifting over the swell of her hip and thigh. “And I’ll get a lot more from you too. But first…”
It was the dominance thing all over again, because Archer knew the benefits of being in control, enjoyed the high and the rush that it brought him - and he liked how Chou went along with it, playing her part just as well.
His fingers slid under her chin, tilted her head up, and then slid smoothly into her hair, grasping at the strands.
“Kiss me,” Archer said, and it wasn’t a question, but a demand, lips curving up in a knowing smile. “I’d like to taste a bit more of the good stuff you brought.”
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Sidney shivered as his fingers slid over her skin and she watched him with fervent attention, her heart beating faster at his assurances. Even the normal soothing feel of what she had smoked couldn't dampen her excitement much and she stilled as he moved to touch her.
Her chin lifted when he pressed on her jaw and when his fingers wove into her hair and tightened, she sucked in a sharp breath. There was a give and take to this, a time to give into his demands and a time to struggle a little, just so he could exert his dominance over her and please them both.
As he commanded a kiss, she hummed and gave into him, pushing onto her toes as she shifted forward. Her fingers splayed across the pale skin of his stomach as she reached for his lips and when they met, she tasted smoke heavy in his mouth as she ran her studded tongue over his lips and along the seam of them. Maybe later she'd get to put her tongue to use on him again, but for now it was the first heated touches she got to enjoy.
Her chin lifted when he pressed on her jaw and when his fingers wove into her hair and tightened, she sucked in a sharp breath. There was a give and take to this, a time to give into his demands and a time to struggle a little, just so he could exert his dominance over her and please them both.
As he commanded a kiss, she hummed and gave into him, pushing onto her toes as she shifted forward. Her fingers splayed across the pale skin of his stomach as she reached for his lips and when they met, she tasted smoke heavy in his mouth as she ran her studded tongue over his lips and along the seam of them. Maybe later she'd get to put her tongue to use on him again, but for now it was the first heated touches she got to enjoy.
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Her hair was already messy, but he liked the feel of it against his palm, liked to be the one to mess it up in the first place. And she knew what he liked - she was a fast learner, which Archer found appealing, because not many would know how to do the giving part of giving and taking.
Those hands on his stomach only eased him more into a state of pleased relaxation, and Archer tasted smoke on Chou’s tongue, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her.
“Good,” he said in a low voice, and his lips curved up into a smile against hers. “Very good.”
He leaned back, surveyed her for a moment as his fingers fell away from her hair. But Archer reached for her, grabbed her hips, and in one swift, easy motion, he’d dragged her up into his arms, forcing her legs around his waist, lips against her ear.
Something was whispered - hot, dark, and full of promise - and then he was impatiently tugging the shirt off and carrying her inside.
Those hands on his stomach only eased him more into a state of pleased relaxation, and Archer tasted smoke on Chou’s tongue, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her.
“Good,” he said in a low voice, and his lips curved up into a smile against hers. “Very good.”
He leaned back, surveyed her for a moment as his fingers fell away from her hair. But Archer reached for her, grabbed her hips, and in one swift, easy motion, he’d dragged her up into his arms, forcing her legs around his waist, lips against her ear.
Something was whispered - hot, dark, and full of promise - and then he was impatiently tugging the shirt off and carrying her inside.
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