ample proof that fitzy is not a homosexual Who: Farrah and Fitzy! What: A date and some much-needed seduction When: I forgot, I'll ask Jen. Where: Fitz's slick apartment Rating: NSFW
Farrah had been surprised when Fitz had arrived to take her on a date, and instead of taking her out, as was their norm, he drove her to the swank high rise downtown where apparently he had an apartment. It was lush, lavish, and instead of buying her dinner, he’d sat to making her a lasagna that she discovered tasted as delicious as it’d smelled while it was baking. Farrah couldn’t remember a man having ever made her dinner from scratch by himself, and found the effort all the more special because of that.
She was pleased, happy, and comfortable, despite the sexual tension that their last date had ended with at his party. She’d dressed in a dress that made her feel pretty, but was equally soft and comfortable and allowed her to move without the usual hindrance that a fitted skirt would’ve provided.
So, she sat at his table, forking bite after bite of cheesy, saucy confection and feeling far more comfortable with a man than she had in a long time.
After last week’s... experience, Fitz had felt acutely embarrassed and ashamed, and then, of course, a part of him had wished it had progressed. He didn’t think his attraction to her could be ignored for much longer, not without him making a fool of himself even worse than he already had. He needed a way to apologise to her, and charm her, and generally somehow make things right and then better.
Dinner qualified. Fitz was not the world’s greatest chef, but he was decent enough when it counted, and he could organize himself decently. He’d picked up Farrah shortly after putting the lasagna in the oven, and then it hadn’t taken long to finish cooking by the time he’d brought her back and poured her a glass of wine. She didn’t seem angry with him over last week’s debacle, at least. That was good.
He’d made sure to put on music - he had a lot of it around, his career being what it was - but it was quiet enough not to distract from the conversation, which flowed readily enough. And she was eating with obvious enjoyment, and that made him feel better.
He wanted to compliment her, because she looked as good as she always did, but he felt slightly awkward doing so. Actually, despite everything, slightly awkward was how he felt all evening; he had the distinct impression that she was pretty much in charge of everything all night, somehow, and he was tagging along. Instead he refilled her wine glass. “How’s your sister doing?” he asked.
Farrah had to think that she felt more relaxed because after last week, she was simply taking a different approach to going after, or at least being with, Fitz. She had expectations honed by relationships with other men that did not fit with him or his choice of actions and she’d figured that she simply needed to alter those and play their relationship by ear, as it was different in nearly every way from those that she’d experienced before. It was admittedly a good thing.
She could not and would not admit it aloud, but she liked Fitz enough to continue on with friendship, even if he didn’t want to get expressly physical with her. So, she was happy to have conversation with him, happy to eat homemade food that was delicious, and overall simply happy to be out as opposed to inside her house staring at a computer. She still did what she had to do, but she had not made any moves on Fitz or his generous bank accounts. She wasn’t going to think on where or how the guilt that appeared whenever she thought about doing something like that came to be. It was all too confusing to sort out.
“She’s good,” Farrah said, picking up her wine glass and leaning back in her seat, holding it loosely between her fingers. “Or at least I assume so. She hasn’t mentioned anything awful and I haven’t gotten any calls from the police department, so I’d say we’re in the clear for the time being.”
“She seems a bit wild. In a good way,” Fitz added. He topped his own glass off, setting the wine bottle aside. He smiled at her, faintly, teasingly. “Is that something that runs in the family? If I do a google search will I find evidence of it?” Though really, he couldn’t picture her doing something so wild and reckless in her youth. She seemed to him to be much smarter than, say, he used to be at that age.
Farrah smiled faintly but fondly at his comment on her sister, nodding her agreement. “She is. She’s a bit like a tornado at times and she’s scrappy as shit, but she’s... Never anything but herself, which is refreshing. And she’s so brave. I have to think it’d be amazingly freeing to be like that.” She laughed again when he teased her and shook her head. “Oh dear God, no. I always think things to death, so I don’t often have the opportunity to get in real trouble.” Of course, Farrah did highly illegal things on a regular basis, but she always cleaned up after herself.
Hearing her talk about her sister made him smile, though he made no effort to contribute to it. He was careful not to press beyond any boundaries when it came to Farrah’s sister, since the fact she was apparently dallying about with Dex made things infinitely more complicated. Fitz felt it best he keep his opinion about her bordering on positive yet neutral. “I try to think things to death. It usually never happens, though.” He idly tapped his fingertips against the table in time with the beat to the music in the background, unconsciously, his body and mind mapping the rhythm without a second thought. It did not occur to him until after it was too late to take back that the next thing he said could be related to his party last week. “I always end up doing something without thinking and making an ass out of myself.”
Farrah blinked at his statement, but because she was who she was, she was able to keep her smile firmly in place as she moved to sit her wine glass down on the table and appear as though she hadn’t let her mind go in that direction at all. “Yes, well, we all do things that are stupid from time to time,” she said with a nod. “Though what I’ve learned is, the real secret isn’t obsessing about not do stupid things, as you’re inevitably going to do them anyway, but not repeating the same stupid mistake over and over again.” She leaned forward a bit to rest her forearm on the table, lifting her hand to trace the rim of her wine glass with one finger. “As simple of a concept as that seems, it’s a lot harder to do than it sounds.”
Her gaze shifted past him to the living room and the glass doors she could see that apparently lead out to the balcony she noticed every apartment seemed to have. “Is that a balcony? Would you mind if I had a look? I bet the view from all the way up here is pretty.”
Fitz was glad for the change of subject, not because he disagreed or found what she said to be displeasing, but simply that he still felt vaguely awkward in the face of her composure. He did not let it show either, though, of course, because he was always careful about that sort of thing. So when her gaze angled to the side and she asked about the balcony, Fitz set down his wine glass and pushed back his chair from the table.
“Of course not,” he said. In his opinion, the view got better at night; Fitz liked the way the city lit up in glowing neon colours. He got up from the table and held out his hand for her, doing it not out of some urge to lead her about, but simply his fondness for holding her hand.
He opened the balcony doors for her, noting how chilly the air was. If she insisted on staying out there for awhile, he was going to have to fetch a coat for her, probably.
Farrah twined her fingers in his before standing from the table, holding his hand as she walked with him to the balcony. It was beautiful outside, slightly chilly, though Farrah had heard the freak heat wave wasn’t supposed to start until later in the week. That was alright by her, though. The cool air felt nice and it felt a bit more autumnal, which was Farrah’s favorite time of year.
“Why don’t you stay here all the time?” She asked him as she moved to rest her hands on the balcony railing, leaning over a bit to look down to gauge the distance to the ground.
Though Fitz had no problem with getting cold, that was only because his body could acclimatize to it. Before it did, and usually because he liked to resist it and avoid the trouble when he could, he felt chilliness just as much as any other person. He kept near to her, enjoying her body heat.
“I like to be by the water,” he said. His apartment at Astor was comfortable and convenient and beautiful, but it didn’t have the water.
She nodded silently, as that made sense enough for her. It would be something to have enough money to have two such lavish homes, or rather, to actually work for and acquire the wealth on your own, anyway. Farrah had a good deal of money, some tucked away for some thing or another, but since she was living under the guise of merely being a bartender on top of having acquired most of that money illegally, it wasn’t like she could live large. “This is a beautiful place, Fitz. Thank you for bringing me here and fixing me dinner. I didn’t expect it.”
Fitz let go of her hand so that he could smooth his down the small of her back, his touch light. He realized that this was the longest he had ever felt truly alone with her. the only times he had felt that way were usually when he was in the car with her; everywhere else they were always in the public eye or, in the case of the house by the lake, there was that nagging risk of Dex bursting in. But here there were no such distractions, and he liked it. He liked her company.
“I like being around you,” he said, as if what she told him required explanation for his actions. He was glad that she seemed to equally enjoy his company.
She turned her head to look at him at the feeling of his hand sliding along her back. She smiled lightly, honestly, worrying her lip between her teeth before moving to lean against him and into the touch on her back. “I like being around you too, Fitz. Way more than I’ve liked being around anyone in a long time. Outside of my sister, of course.”
He smiled at her, wondering if she knew how cute she looked just then. “Of course,” he said, gently pulling her closer. The material of her dress was soft, and when he moved his hand from her back to rub over her arm, the fabric slipped under his palm. “Are you cold?” he asked.
“Not right now,” she murmured, moving in just a bit closer and tipping her head back to look up at the sky momentarily, figuring she should at least double check that it wasn’t going to rain. That was just her luck. “So how often do you stay here?” She asked.
When she moved closer to him Fitz had no problem with snuggling her close to his side, even though she said she wasn’t cold. “A few days each week,” he said. “It’s easier when I have a lot of things going on downtown. I can just come here instead of going out to the lake.”
“Makes sense,” Farrah said. “It’s a nice crash-sometimes spot.” She turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to the line of his jaw before resting her head on his shoulder. “Nice crash anytime spot, actually.”
Fitz didn’t comment on the fact she was turning her back on the view. He contemplated moving to kiss her a bit more directly once she had placed a kiss to his jaw, but instead just kept her close, swaying slightly, unconsciously, in time with the slow song he heard from inside the apartment. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, gently rubbing his hand over her back.
She slid her hands up and over his back, feeling the muscles there beneath the material of his shirt. He was smooth, sleek like the material of his shirt, and so warm and firm. He smelled nice, felt comforting, and Farrah found herself leaning into him, swaying with him as he swayed with the music. “Hard not to like,” she said softly.
He smiled down at her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and arms, the warmth of her body having seeped through her dress. His body temperature stubbornly maintained itself while she was so close against him, and he felt the chill of the night air on his skin with clarity. “Maybe you are just that agreeable,” he teased, gently.
Farrah smiled against his shoulder, careful not to mar his shirt with her lipstick as she coaxed him into taking a step to the side, more dancing as opposed to the swaying they’d been doing before. “I’m not all that easy to please, Fitz,” she told him, still teasing. “I should probably warn you if we’re going to hang out. I’m near impossible.”
“Now that you mention it, it’s really quite obvious,” Fitz remarked idly, but still with a smile lingering on his face. He willingly let her coax him into taking another step, because moving in time to music was something he could and would do unconsciously, happily. He felt down over her back and to her waist again, before reaching back to take one of her hands in his own.
“You’re a brave man,” Farrah continued, tilting her gaze to look at his hand as he twined his fingers with hers. She was fairly certain she’d never slow danced anywhere outside of a club, and it had never quite been like this. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, smiling at him as the hand that still rested on his shoulder moved to the hair at the nape of his neck, gently scraping her nails along the skin there. “We’ll have to get you some armor or something.”
Fitz laughed, rubbing lightly at the small of her back. The hand at the back of his neck made him press a little bit closer to her, feeling a small shiver trail down his spine. “Why?” he asked. “Are you one of those physically abusive women?”
“Hmmm,” Farrah hummed as she pretended to think about his question, pressing closer when she felt him shiver slightly. She was no longer listening to the music or paying attention really to anything other than him. “I suppose you’ll have to define ‘abusive’,” she said after a moment. “Because I suppose I could be, under certain situations. When I really can’t help it.”
Fitz pressed his cheek to her hair, not even thinking how they were both moving, but knowing instinctively whether or not he was out of rhythm regardless. “I see,” he said. His voice was a murmur, but still humorous in tone. “What kind of situations? We can examine the probability of them occurring. If it’s high enough, I’ll consider investing in physical protection.”
Farrah shifted her fingers so that they were twined with his, her palm pressed against his as she tipped the side of her head to press back against his cheek. His question made her laugh, soft and muted, as it didn’t seem to be the sort of moment to be loud about anything. She bit gently at her bottom lip, shrugging slightly. “Rare occasions. Like the one Dex and Patsy interrupted.”
“Ah,” Fitz said, nuzzling gently at her hair. She smelt good, as usual, and while it was already starting to become comforting and familiar to him it didn’t stop being special, either. “Then I don’t suppose I can blame you for that.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her palm, thoughtfully. He didn’t think she was angry at him, but he also felt somewhat to blame. A party where anyone might barge in certainly shouldn’t have been his first choice for spending a few moments alone with her. “I’m sorry I put you in that situation, Farrah. I did hit Dex later, though, if that makes it a bit better.”
Farrah leaned back to hold his gaze when she spoke so that he would know she was serious, even though she was smiling at him. “That wasn’t your fault,” she said, shaking her head. “We were alone, in your bedroom and Dex barged in uninvited. I’m glad you hit him, though,” she said, smiling at him before moving to rub her nose lightly against him. “I wanted to do it myself.”
Fitz bent down close enough to brush his lips lightly over her mouth in what was not quite a kiss. “You deserved better than that, though,” he told her, which was more or less how he felt about it all. In that regard, he felt he had fucked up most royally.
“Deserved better than what?” She murmured. “Alone time in your bedroom? Kissing you when I felt like it?” It was confusing, but endearing that he thought he’d fucked up when honestly, it was his overgrown oaf of a friend who needed to be apologizing. Not that she was going to say so. Dex was Fitz’s friend, and apparently her sister was fond enough of him to dally fairly frequently. “I liked those things.”
Fitz shook his head. “No, of course not,” he said, amused. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips lingering on the silky texture of her hair. “Thoughtlessness. Drunken pawing. I know you have to deal with that all the time.”
“I remember you asking if you could touch me, and I remember clearly saying that I wanted it,” Farrah countered softly, turning her mouth so that she could speak into his ear. “That doesn’t make it drunken pawing, or thoughtless. I wanted to do what we were doing. I was enjoying myself. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Ah,” Fitz said, smiling. He pulled her closer, feeling that as they had slowly danced she had drifted away from him. He felt more at ease, now, at her admittance that she had enjoyed herself. It was clear she had wanted it at the time, but he knew that when looking back at the night before some apparently great ideas turned sour. “I don’t remember that bit. I suppose that makes sense.”
Farrah smiled, wrapping her arm tighter around his shoulders for a light squeeze as he pulled her closer against him. “I’m impossible, remember? That translates to I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, or tolerate anyone doing anything to me that I don’t want. If I hadn’t wanted your hand between my legs, you would’ve definitely known.”
“I know, but I forget sometimes,” Fitz said, turning to nuzzle at the side of her neck, where the scent of her perfume was stronger. “You seem so sweet and pleasant, and charming. It’s difficult to keep track.”
Farrah’s lashes fluttered at the combination of his words and the nuzzling at her neck. It pleased her that he thought she was sweet, even though she knew she wasn’t. She had no doubt that she could be pleasant or charming, as she had worked very hard at being both of those things her whole life, but at her heart she had to think she was more cold and calculating than anything. Or at least, that would be how he saw her, should he learn the truth about who and what she was.
“I’m not that sweet, Fitzy,” she teased him, turning her mouth into his neck to begin pressing kisses along the line of his jaw.
“You’re sweet enough for me,” Fitz said, his tone a little bit firmer this time so that she knew he was serious. He knew very well she was not a pushover, shrinking violet, doormat, or any of those descriptors. She was tough and he liked that, but when he got nice and close to her like this he enjoyed the way she would push up against him, sometimes with a little sigh. He didn’t miss things like that.
“Then that’s as sweet as I need to be, I suppose,” she murmured, her hand moving back to sift through his hair. She’d never had a boyfriend with such curls, never had the freedom to touch such hair, and she ran her fingers up the nape of his neck again, feeling the soft, curling strands between her fingers.
Fitz made a happy sound when her fingers sifted through his hair, twining his hand a little tighter around hers. His sharp ears picked up the fact that the song had changed, but the basic rhythm of it was the same.
She worked her fingertips gently at his scalp, soothing herself with the slow action even though she didn’t need to be soothed just then. She liked touching him, liked feeling his hair, liked being pressed against him against the chill outside. After a moment, she murmured in his ear, “Dex doesn’t have access to this apartment on his own, does he?”
Fitz smiled, pressing his cheek against her hair, feeling it tickle at his neck. “No,” he said, trailing a finger in careful circles against the small of her back, firmly enough so that it wasn’t ticklish. “This is officially a Dex free zone.”
Farrah shivered a little as he worked his fingers against her, pressing herself tighter against him, as though that could prevent her from showing the obvious reaction to his touch. “Good,” she murmured, squeezing him a little tighter as she moved her head to once again rest on his shoulder. “We need Dex free zones sometimes.”
Fitz rubbed at her back, soothingly, as they continued to slowly rotate on the spot. He didn’t reply to that, because honestly that was pretty much all that needed to be said. As far as he was concerned they just needed more moments like this, alone, without anything else to bother them.
Farrah settled in against him, content enough to just lean against him for the time being and not wanting to be the one that shattered the nice little cocoon they’d made for themselves, especially not before he was ready. She rubbed at his back as well, entirely aware of him, but keeping her touch light.
After a few long moments Fitz shifted, and instead of just rubbing over her back he slipped his arm around her, pulling her nice and close. He wondered if he should make some sort of move now, or politely lead her back inside. He wondered if he ought to do neither. It wasn’t that she was tricky, it was just that he didn’t want to mess up the way he had on his birthday.
She moved in when he pulled her closer, moving her fingers to curl in the material of his shirt. She lifted her head from his shoulder, instead moving to press her cheek against his. His jawline was smoothly shaven, pleasant against hers, and she murmured contentedly in her throat.
Fitz had a feeling that he was overthinking everything again, but that didn’t matter, because as she came in closer and rubbed the side of her face to his, the next thing he did was by pure instinct alone. He turned and pressed his lips firmly to hers, tipping his head so that he could deepen the kiss.
Farrah was glad he’d made a move to kiss her, tipping her head back to accept it with a soft noise of pleasure, her mouth opening almost immediately upon contact with his. He tasted like the wine they’d had for dinner, and she stopped moving entirely in order to be able to press herself as tight against him as possible, whimpering softly.
Fitz tightened his arm around her, pressing forward to deepen the kiss. For a moment he stopped moving, her mouth having distracted him fully from the music or any other sound besides the soft, murmuring ones that she made.
Farrah found that once given the chance to taste and touch him properly, she was none too willing to give it up after playing it mostly safe all night. She licked at his mouth, sucking longingly at his tongue before she pulled back to nip gently at his bottom lip. She tightened her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, coaxing him to stay with her for kiss after kiss, her breath coming harsh and hard through her nose.
Fitz wrapped his arms tight against her, fingers curling against the material of her dress, careful not to tug at the delicate material. Kissing her was intense and distracting, and every time he thought he was going to be able to gather his thoughts he found himself forgetting everything he meant to say or do, like suggest that maybe they ought to go inside.
It occurred to Farrah as the taste of his tongue was ripe in her mouth that this might go somewhere. They were alone, far away from any of the usual distractions, and she thought she might resort to begging if he tried to push her away just then. Farrah liked physical contact and affection, and while she got both of that with Fitz, she wanted to see it come to fruition sooner rather than later.
He pulled back finally once he was able to scrape enough concentration together to do so, but he moved his hands up to twine into her hair, noting how warm it felt curled around his fingers. “You want to go back inside?” he murmured, softly.
She nearly followed his mouth when he pulled back but his fingers in her hair anchored her even though he didn’t tighten them or make any move to make her stay in place. She licked her lips, her gaze focusing momentarily on his mouth before meeting his gaze once more. “Yes,” she murmured, swallowing thickly and nodding.
Even after she nodded, Fitz didn’t move for a moment, not wanting to take his hands out of her hair or pull away from her, but then he pulled back. He slipped his arm around her waist, though, as they went back inside, where the house was warm and still smelt of dinner and wine, and the music was louder. He closed the balcony door behind them, then turned to nuzzle the side of her neck. “Want another glass of wine?” he murmured, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
Farrah slid her hands up and over his shoulders briefly before following him inside the apartment. It was darker in there due to the muted lighting, still smelling of their dinner and no longer of his cologne and cool air, which had been filling her nose outside. When he turned to nuzzle her, she shook her head as she tried to find his mouth with hers. “No wine,” she murmured against his lips.
“Okay,” Fitz mumbled, rather abruptly pulling her closer. He was completely fine with that. He let his hands move over her, only this time they were a bit bolder, running over the flat plane of her stomach and smoothing over her thighs. If he was reading the signs wrong, then he was certain she would let him know, but right then he was more than willing to take the risk of denial.
Farrah gasped audibly when he pulled her closer, the feeling of his hands moving so boldly on her leading her hands to slip over his body as well. She wanted to touch him, to slide her hands over his bare skin and finally be able to see him in his entirety, as the glimpse she’d caught when he was pulling himself naked from the pool wasn’t nearly enough.
Fitz shivered when he felt her hands on him in return, and he nibbled lightly at her lips, tasting her lipstick. He felt almost surprised by how much he suddenly wanted her, except for the fact he knew very well it wasn’t a sudden feeling. Resisting his urges towards Farrah took a large amount of his self control, and he wasn’t prepared to keep a handle on it any longer, it seemed.
He wasn’t pushing her away or slowing down or doing anything but responding to her touches, and Farrah recognized a window of opportunity when it presented itself. She wanted to touch more of him and wanted him to touch more of her, so with one swift movement, she moved to the pin that held her dress together, unsnapping it and letting the material of her dress fall open to reveal the bra and panties she wore beneath.
Fitz made a noise of pleased surprise when suddenly the dress was falling to the ground and he had in his arms a very warm, inviting, encouraging, scantily clad Farrah. He wanted to stop and look and take her in, and he tried, he really did, but as soon as he pulled back to get a good look at her he was already pressing back against her in response to what he saw.
So instead he decided it would be best to even it up somewhat, and his hands went to unbuttoning the sleek black shirt he was wearing. He tugged it off, compensating for not touching her by simply kissing her all the while.
Farrah shrugged the dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground unforgotten as his hands moved to start working open his shirt. She moved to help him, all too eager to get her hands on him after only only getting to feel him through his clothing over the past month. Her hands slipped beneath the open fabric of his shirt, brushing over the light spattering of hair and warm, taught muscles beneath. She was aware that they hadn’t moved any further than the few steps they’d taken inside, and when her hands moved to the button of his pants, she flicked it open before tugging on the fabric. “Take me to your bedroom,” she murmured before licking at his mouth.
Even though he had started taking his shirt off, once it was gone he was almost startled, like he wasn’t sure how that had even happened. Mostly it was the fact that her hands were distracting, to the point where he forgot what he was doing even as he was doing it.
Farrah could have told him that they should go back out onto the balcony; he would have complied. He didn’t hesitate in pressing a kiss on her when she licked at his mouth, before taking her by the hand and leading her towards his bedroom. He resisted reaching out to flick on the light; he wouldn’t have minded it on, but he didn’t know how she felt about it.
Farrah twined her fingers with his for the walk across the apartment to his bedroom, keeping herself in check despite the fact that all she really wanted to do was rub herself against his body, against the sleek planes of muscle that she’d bared by pushing off his shirt. Inside the bedroom he paused, leaving the lighting dim, and she moved back in to press another kiss to his mouth. “Turn on a light,” she murmured. “I want to see you.”
Farrah was comfortable with her own nudity and wasn’t the least bit shy about sex with the lights on, at least not with him. Fitz hadn’t done anything to indicate he found her body unsavory.
At her go ahead, Fitz reached out and flicked on the light. He smoothed an arm around her, slightly thrilled by the sensation of bare skin on skin. “I didn’t have time to throw rose petals on the bed,” he murmured teasingly, leaning in to skate his lips down over the side of her neck and to her shoulder, trying to calm himself down for a moment - or at least stagger the pace a bit - before they got ahead of themselves and everything was over in five minutes. He had no objections to being eager, but in his opinion there was a difference between being eager and rushed.
Farrah pressed herself tightly against him, feeling bare skin on skin where her breasts swelled over the cups of her bra and where her stomach pressed against his. His skin was warm and firm, and she pressed and rubbed herself gently against the front of his body, slipping her hands along his back. “Oh darn,” she murmured, dipping her mouth to nip at the skin of his shoulder. “Somehow I think my performance won’t be hindered.”
Fitz guided her over to the bed, turning his head to nibble at the curve of her ear and press kisses over her neck, a bit clumsily since he was attempting to get onto the bed at the same time. “Maybe I’ll rosepetal the bed some other time,” he murmured, sliding his hands up over her sides, bending down to kiss at the hollow of her throat.
Farrah tipped her head back, offering up more of the skin of her throat for further exploration as she worked on hand back into his hair. It was hard to focus on conversation when things had suddenly slowed down and he was dragging his lips across her skin, but she managed to speak after a few moments, her voice soft and husky. “Don’t worry about it,” she murmured. “If you’re in the bed, it won’t matter.”
He shifted and pressed down as they settled onto the bed, and sucked on the curve of her collarbone. “Noted,” he mumbled after a moment, moving to slide his hands over her hips and then along her legs.
Farrah settled back when he pressed her back to the mattress, her hands sliding along his back and down over his sides again as she tilted her head to look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. It seemed a little surreal that this was finally happening after all that build up, though as long as he kept moving along she was going to as well. No use in slowing things down because she was attempting to rationalize everything.
She moved one hand down as far as she could go, tucking her fingers in his waistband and tugging gently. “Take your pants off, Fitz,” she murmured. She was fine with moving along slowly, but she’d like to be able to look at him fully nude as they did so.
Fitz had no problems with being naked, being rather comfortable in his own skin, but it was different to be so under her scrutiny. Still, that wasn’t about to stop him, so he sat up, looking down at her with raised eyebrows.
“You have a knack for getting your way,” he said, sliding off of the bed so that he could disrobe properly. She’d already undone the top button, so he tugged down the zipper and had both pants and underwear off in seconds. “I’m sure you know that, though.”
“Do I?” She murmured, lifting up onto her elbows to watch as he stripped himself of his pants. His body was beautiful, though she had expected that already. It was sleek, neat without being bulky, and all the more masculine, she had to think, for that neatness. There was nothing soft about him in that moment save for his eyes when he looked at her, and she found that she liked that best of all.
She rolled more onto her back, parting her knees a bit as she sat up and held out her arms to him when he was fully naked. “I promise to be just as indulgent with you,” she murmured, smiling at him.
Fitz went to her without a second thought as she held out her arms to him, climbing back onto the bed, smoothing his arms around her waist. “Yes?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her mouth. He pressed himself to her, lightly, her skin warm against his, feeling the soft slide of the fabric of her bra. “Will you let me finish what I started last week, then?” he asked, lightly stroking her lower stomach with the pad of his thumb.
Farrah lay back, feeling the weight of him on top of her for the first time as she took in the long, trim lines of pale skin, flawless and light and brushed here and there with hair, before looking back up at him. He had such beautiful, striking, soft eyes and he was looking at her so intently just then that even if she hadn’t wanted to touch and be touched by him so badly she ached already, he could’ve easily persuaded her to do so.
She moved to kiss him a little deeper after the light kiss he pressed to her lips was over, sliding one hand down over the length of his bicep and kneading the muscle there. “Please do,” she murmured.
Fitz lightly licked the corner of her mouth, running his hand up over the toned line of her stomach. He would have been happy to just lay there with her and touch her like this, perhaps, if it weren’t for the fact he had a driving need to do everything else first. His hand dipped down, neatly sliding beneath the waistband of her panties, this time without the trouble of being drunk or having the majority of their clothes between them.
Farrah’s lashes fluttered when his hand slid down her torso and beneath the band of her panties, her legs spreading unabashedly wider in a silent offering of herself as she watched his face. She could feel the wetness that eased the movements of his fingers as they glided over her, and she tensed and shuddered again on the sensation. She moved her other hand down to where his cock stood out from the flat plane of his stomach, wrapping her fingers around it and touching him for the first time without the hindrance of clothes between him and her. “I get to finish what I started too, right?” She murmured.
Fitz made a soft noise in the back of his throat as soon as he touched her, feeling how slick she already was between her legs. He stroked his fingers firmly over her, concentrating on the way she moved and presented herself underneath him. His focus staggered some when she reached down and grasped him.
He nosed at her neck. “Of course you do,” he murmured, nibbling at her earlobe.
Farrah quite liked the way he felt growing harder under her fingers, liked how within a few strokes he’d grown to the point that she could no longer grip him easily, and she definitely had no trouble imagining that in place of the fingers that were working between her thighs. She moaned softly, her hips lifting into his touches as she dipped her mouth to trail over his shoulder.
Fitz shuddered, shifting and pushing his hips towards the touch of her hand, but eventually he had to pull away and disentangle himself from Farrah, if only so that he could properly divest her of her panties. He dragged them down over her thighs, discarding them swiftly, and had his hands back on her quicker even than his gaze, which focused back on the woman moving under his touch.
Farrah allowed him to slip from her fingers in favor of lifting her hips to ease the slide of her panties down her legs, eager and ready to be just as naked as he was. She saw no reason to be shy, parting her thighs as he stroked between her legs and sitting up to unsnap her bra, tossing it aside so that there would be no more interruptions.
Fitz watched her, smoothing one hand over the soft, inner skin of her thigh while the other slid between her folds. She was distracting, gorgeous, sexy to a ridiculous degree. It was a shock he had managed to remain discreet towards her for so long and unsurprising that he had made a fool of himself for her at his party the week before. He bent down over her, kissing her over her stomach and between her bared breasts.
Farrah’s hips arched, easy and eager at the brush of his fingers between the wet folds between her thighs. Her hands slid over her breasts, kneading the mounds of flesh as she watched him intently, her lips parted to ease the panting of her breath. “Fitzy,” she murmured for no other purpose than she wanted to say his name, plead with him for more, everything and anything that he wanted to give her. She arched her back when he moved to kiss over her skin, cupping the back of his head to encourage him.
Fitz kissed his way up her body, over her chest and neck until he was finally pushing his mouth against hers. He stopped thinking entirely, just let himself feel his way along instinctively, touching her in response to the way her hips hitched underneath him, kissing her the way her lips begged to be kissed by the way they shifted beneath his own.
Farrah draped her legs around the back of his thighs the moment he was on top of her and finally kissing her again, as hard and as roughly as she wanted to be kissed. She nipped at his lips every time she had to pull back for a half second to breathe, and sucked on his tongue longingly every time she thought her moaning would distract her from the task at hand. His fingers were still busy between her thighs and she arched up into his touch as best as she could without dislodging him.
Fitz groaned into her mouth, his free hand moving up to slide and tangle into her hair, scraping his nails over her scalp and then along the nape of her neck. He stroked a fingertip over her clit, first lightly and then more firmly, before slipping down further between her thighs and sliding a finger inside of her.
Farrah gasped audibly, her hips pausing in their movements as her body stretched and allowed itself to be filled by the finger that he so skillfully worked inside her. Farrah had noticed those hands of his early on in their relationship, of course, and her silent thought had been that they’d been made exactly for situations like this. Which he was currently proving correct. She moaned raggedly against his hips, her legs shifting so that she could brace her feet flat on the bed and press herself up more confidently into the touch.
Fitz kissed at the corner of her mouth and over her jaw, wanting to hear her moan for a moment without his own lips muffling the sound. He carefully worked his finger inside of her, adding a second digit when he deemed she was ready enough for it.
Farrah’s hips slid down further in the bed when he added an additional finger to the one already working inside her, causing her to moan once more, louder this time because of the additional stretching of her inner muscles and the lack of his mouth and tongue to muffle it.
Now that he had already dragged his mouth from hers, Fitz took advantage by skating his lips down further over her throat and along the curve of one breast. He slid his tongue around one erect nipple before sucking on it longingly, thrusting his fingers carefully inside of her as he did so.
Farrah tilted her head to be able to watch his mouth as it moved down her body, arching her back just a bit to encourage him to touch her breasts instead of kissing in between them the way he had at first. It was enthralling to watch him close his lips around her nipple, sucking at the small, distended nub until it was red and wet and obviously ready for more. “Jesus, Fitz,” she breathed, moaning helplessly again as his fingers worked inside her.
Fitz slipped his fingers out of her to return to sliding them between her folds, wetly tracing over her clit. She was so hot and wet by now it was making him shiver, and even though her body moved in a way that begged him to keep touching her, he couldn’t help but pull away to look down at her for a moment.
He rubbed his fingertips over the wet peak of her nipple before turning his head and his attention to the other, sliding his tongue around it. As much as he wanted her, he felt like he could do just this all night and be satisfied.
Farrah could admit it’d been quite a while since she’d been handled in such a way, or rather, had so much attention paid to her once she’d gotten her clothes off and sex was obviously a go. Fitz had her writhing on the mattress top, her whole body feeling tight and swollen as he worked fingers through the wetness on her thighs and teased her nipples. Her fingers were locked in his hair, unable to move in their blind encouragement of his actions and she moaned again, her hips lifting and her legs attempting to spread further when he returned his attention to her clit.
Fitz scraped his teeth gently over her nipple before pulling away, though the way she clutched at his hair almost made him rethink that. He loved how she was reacting to him, felt proud he was able to please her in such a way, confident as he was in the fact Farrah must have many other contenders for her affections. He moved to press a clumsy kiss to her mouth, having made the mistake of looking down at her halfway through the motion and being distracted by her body spread eagerly beneath his own.
He was impossibly sexy in a way Farrah hadn’t ever experienced before, a way that was neat and kind and gentlemanly, but no less potent for that fact. She liked that he obviously wanted to please her, that he touched her with skill as opposed to hastiness, and that thus far every second spent in his bed had been surely worth the wait, and he hadn’t even moved inside her yet.
She turned her head to encourage more kisses when he moved back to her mouth, whimpering softly against his lips as she slid the hand that wasn’t buried in his hair over the pink tip of the nipple he’d just abandoned. “You’re dangerous, Fitzy,” she murmured against his lips, making the comment sound teasing, though it had to be true. Anyone who could make her feel that fond, that infatuated, and so mindlessly aroused was surely someone to be avoided. Not that she thought she could bring herself to do it.
He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, and he had certainly never heard it before, especially from a woman, though he had to assume she was complimenting him in some way. If anything, Farrah managed to evoke in Fitz the sort of complex he’d had in high school where a pretty girl was threatening in the extreme (and really, she could definitely pass as having been the cheerleading type). Fitz didn’t think of himself in such terms, but if he had he would have considered himself to be attainable, rather than out of anyone’s league. Though he doubted that that was what she meant.
He kissed her again in response, lingering. She had gorgeous, blown out lips, and he definitely hadn’t tired of them in any way, shape, or form. “You,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “Are beautiful. And incredibly sexy,” he felt compelled to add.
Farrah smiled, usually quite immune to such compliments as usually they were spoken by men that saw such words as a means to an end. But Fitz could have her at any second he wanted now that she was spread out and naked beneath him, and he still paused to compliment her, to touch and see to her pleasure as well.
She lifted one hand to touch his cheek, tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone while her other hand worked between their bodies to wrap around the length of his cock. She stroked him, working her hand slowly over the length of him as she traced her fingers from his cheekbone to his jaw. “You are too,” she murmured. “I don’t think you know how much.”
Fitz made a sound in the back of his throat, tensing as he felt her hand wrap around his cock. He nuzzled at the palm of her hand, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Maybe not,” he murmured, turning his head to lightly nibble at her fingertips, not really able to think of anything else to say.
Unless he was the greatest actor in history, Fitz sometimes seemed genuinely bewildered that she reacted to him the way she did, and Farrah found that both odd and ultimately endearing. She hadn’t gotten to the point that she was fretting just yet over the whole laundry list of things concerning herself that she’d left unsaid, things that would likely make him stop looking at her like that. She didn’t want him to ever not look at her with softness in his eyes. It’d been far too long since she’d seen anything so genuine and nice that was all hers.
She continued to move her hand over his cock, watching his face closely to drink in his reactions as she touched him. “You are so sexy,” she breathed. “So beautiful.”
A small thought flit through Fitz’s brain, suggesting that perhaps he shift and roll over and put her beneath him, but then that thought flew right out of his head when she grasped at the base of his cock. He nipped very gently at her mouth, moving to slide his hands over her waist, the air cool on his fingers from where he had just been touching her.
He didn’t answer verbally, just grasped at her hips and pulled her up and forward, letting her shift and adjust as she pleased before bringing her down onto his cock. Though he had just been touching her he stilled moaned in an almost startled way at how hot she felt.
Farrah allowed herself to be maneuvered by his hands on her hips, her thighs and stomach clenching in anticipation as she shifted forward, lifting further away from his mouth so that she could look down between their bodies and watch as she angled his cock toward her. She watched for only a second, just long enough to see what the tip of his cock looked like as it brushed through wet, pink flesh, then disappeared inside, and turned her face back up to watch his as she moved further down on him.
It was her first time having him full inside her and the position called for just a bit more ease, which was fine as she wanted to take her time and watch him. He was beautiful to her, doubly so when he was looking at her and making those amazing noises as he was just then, and her own loud, harsh cry mixed with his when she had settled fully on him. He filled her entirely, leaving her gasping softly for breath as she sat up a little more, changing the angle that he pressed inside her before rolling her hips down against him. It was almost too much, though she lifted her hips and began to move in earnest.
Fitz moaned, both at the way it felt to be inside of her and how she looked straddling him the way she was. He arched his back a bit, smoothing his hands over her legs and then up along her stomach, feeling the tension in her as she moved on top of him. She was utterly breathtaking, which was why he was gasping softly with each roll of her hips, to be sure. Her senses were competing for her full attention, and she found that as soon as she focused on his face she was distracted by the way he moved against her or one of the sounds he made, and vice versa. She moaned openly, her movements increasing in speed and intensity as her body loosened to accommodate the press of his up into her.
Fitz couldn’t help himself, finding that just by looking at her, even with her on top of him, his hands itched to touch her. She made him greedy, and he couldn’t find it in him to try and curb it, instead letting his hands move over her body, feeling along her stomach, rubbing over her breasts and stroking the side of her neck. He hoped his touch was more encouraging than distracting, because even if he could have stop he wouldn’t have wanted to.
Farrah arched her back as he slid his hands up and over her body, wanting as much sensation as possible out of his putting his hands on her. As much as they’d kissed and cuddled over the course of their brief relationship, he hadn’t moved to touch her beyond that outside of the interrupted moment at his birthday party, and she quite liked the feeling and the novelty of his hands all over her.
She slowed her thrusts down to a slow grind, giving her the opportunity to lean over and press her lips against his. Usually, being on top was Farrah’s favorite position. She usually had no problem climbing on and taking as she wanted (as she did with most things), though with Fitz she found that she wanted the opportunity to kiss and touch him more, as she definitely hadn’t gotten enough of that. She broke the kiss with a soft moan, licking one last time at his mouth before speaking. “Let’s roll over,” she murmured. “I want to feel you on top of me.”
Fitz leaned up to nip gently at her bottom lip, producing a soft sound of agreement in the back of his throat at her words. He wasted no time in shifting his weight, rolling the both of them over, though he did it smoothly, careful about any unwanted interruptions like accidentally pulling on her hair while they moved.
He settled against her, rolling his hips forward without hesitation. “Farrah,” he moaned, gently, against her ear, just because he wanted to say her name.
The sheets were cool when they met her back, as yet unwarmed by their body heat, and Farrah visibly shivered at that sensation, along with the feeling of his weight on top of her, his breath against her neck, his chest brushing her nipples, and the change of the angle of his cock inside her. She moaned pleadingly, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist and her mouth turning to press against his throat. “Fitz,” she breathed back, her teeth sinking gently into the flesh beneath her mouth, tasting the salt on his skin.
Being with her felt so natural that Fitz almost couldn’t believe it, but it felt right to press himself against her, feel her skin brushing over his own. But there she was, underneath him, moaning and wrapping herself around him, and he loved to feel her against him, and beneath him. She was so beautiful, and so perfect. He pressed his mouth to her skin and tasted the salt of her body, and all the while he thrust his hips forward, burying himself into her.
She was moaning openly, wordlessly pleading for him as she tangled her fingers in his hair and struggled to keep his eyes open. Fitz, to her, always seemed so composed, so genteel and together that it was quite an arousing sight to see him so undone. His usual composure didn’t make him appear cold or anything of that nature, but it was a startling contrast to see his face twisted a bit with passion, to watch his body and his expression as he thrust into her.
She turned her face finally after a moment to press her lips against his, wanting to feel his mouth and suck at his lips and get him inside her in as many ways as possible, as just then she really couldn’t get enough.
Fitz kissed her back, fully in the heat of the moment, everything about her driving him to pure, uncomplicated distraction. He sometimes felt like he had too much going on in his head these days, and the way that he focused on Farrah, how she managed to shove out every worthless thought and needless worry from his mind until only everything about her remained, was thrilling, and exhilarating. He thought about nothing else but her, how she felt, how she tasted. His hips bucked more unevenly, less measured, and his kiss reflected it as well, losing finesse until all that remained was expressing all the passion he felt for her in that moment.
Fitz had been nothing but respectful in their time together, a feat she surely wasn’t used to when it came to heterosexual men, nor was it something she expected. He was surprising, in that for someone that seemed to think with even the slightest shift in the winds he would act entirely out of line, she had never had a man be so gentle with her. He wasn’t being gentle just then, though he was still giving her what she wanted. She didn’t need him to be kind or gentle in that moment, and instead needed him to fuck her without holding back, which was exactly what she was doing.
She moaned harshly against his mouth when his hips lost their rhythm, and she finally arched up against him, wanting as much bodily contact as possible as she shuddered all over and came with a hoarse shout.
Fitz had to pull his mouth away from hers when he felt her body thrust up against him as she finally came, needing to moan loudly and hoarsely. He bucked his hips forward a few more time before coming himself, pressing his whole body down against hers, wanting to feel the way she tensed and twisted underneath him. He pushed his mouth to the side of her neck, kissing her there, sucking at the salty, sweaty skin.
Farrah moaned softly when he came inside her, tilting her head back to grant him further access to her skin and smoothing her hands soothingly over his back and into the softness of his hair. She kept her legs loosely wrapped around him, not ready to give up the sensation of him pressed against her, and dipped her mouth to press a kiss to his shoulder, and then the marks her teeth had left on the flesh of his neck. “Mmm. Don’t make me wait another month for more of that,” she teased him softly.
Fitz cuddled into her warm, welcoming body, breathing in the smell of her perfume, and her own scent. He shifted slightly, moving up to kiss at her ear, nibbling gently on the curve of it. If Farrah thought that after that he’d be able to keep his distance from her for longer than a day, she was sorely mistaken. “Not a chance,” he murmured.
Farrah smiled at that, pressing up into the warmth of his cuddles and hugging his body tighter to hers. She felt very warm and content and alarmingly happy, which wasn’t a common emotion in post-coital cuddling for her. She thought about telling him, randomly, how happy he made her, but bit it back at the last moment. “Good,” she murmured, turning her head to press her lips gently to his. “I should forewarn you that I’m quite demanding, though. Just before you, you know, sign on for something you can’t handle.”
Fitz smiled against her lips, kidding her back languidly, taking his time now that he no longer felt rushed. “Farrah,” he murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I think a lot of things about you, but ‘easy to handle’ certainly has never been one of them.”
“Not only pretty, but smart, too,” Farrah murmured after his comment, smiling up at him and fondly smoothing back his hair. “I knew I found you utterly irresistible for a reason. Thank you, by the way, for taking me here for our first time together.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I shudder to think of how much Dex interaction would’ve been forced upon us while I was attempting to get your pants off.”
Fitz had to laugh a little at that - a bit embarrassingly, of course. He didn’t want to say ‘you’ll get used to him’, since he was pretty sure that would have a woman leaving him quicker than if he’d called her fat (which of course, he would never do). But the fact that Dex was a pretty permanent fixture wasn’t exactly an aphrodisiac to most women, except for the ones who might be using Fitz as a jumping point to get to Dex. “He is a little invasive,” he allowed, moving to nuzzle her. “I didn’t know we’d go to bed together tonight. I certainly wanted us to. But I wanted to cook for you, too. I’d taken you to enough restaurants.”
Farrah smiled up at him, leaning in to press her lips gently to his and deciding not to mention Dex again. It was only rude to Fitzy, as he apparently didn’t always feel the same way, and the two had obviously been close long before she’d ever come along, which wasn’t something she could shit all over. Add to the fact that her sister was dabbling with Dex as well, and it didn’t seem like she’d be able to forget about Dex Roston anytime soon. “You’re a little adorable,” she countered to firmly turn the conversation back to him, lifting one of his hands to press kisses to each one of his fingertips. “Thank you for all of it, though. Honestly.” Her gaze flicked to the red marks on his neck and shoulder, and she gave him a slightly sheepish smile. “Sorry I roughed you up a little.”
“As long as it’s adorable in a sexy way,” Fitz said, watching her, pretty sure she was the one who was being adorable right then. For a moment he wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but from the direction of her gaze he realized that he was feeling little spots of warmth where her mouth had been latching on. “Ah, well,” he said, with a little shrug and a faint smile. It really didn’t bother him one bit - would any man be bothered by it? “Rough me up as much as you want. You do it so well.”
“It’s a very sexy sort of adorable,” she murmured, turning her head just a bit to nibble along the line of his neck once more. She kept her touch gentle this time, meant more to stimulate than to mark, and she hummed softly in her throat as contentment settled into her. Perhaps if he didn’t taste so good all over, or wasn’t as sexily adorable as she’d just told him he was, she could keep her hands to herself. However, he didn’t seem put out by the idea of her touching him, so she wasn’t going to hold back. It was sort of nice, having someone she actually wanted to touch and cuddle and canoodle. “And you should know that when you give me open invitations like that, I’ll see them through.”
“I’m fully prepared for that sort of thing,” Fitz promised, moving to nuzzle her hair, which was arranged in a perfect mess around her head. He kissed at her temple, and then moved to follow her hairline with kisses. She really was extraordinarily gorgeous, and he was still surprised she was so agreeable with him. “Would you like dessert?”
Farrah allowed her eyes to briefly drift closed as he kissed along her hairline, not tired but intent on enjoying the sensation as he kissed along the edge of her face. Her hands smoothed along his back, feeling the dip of muscle and bone all the way down to the top of his ass, then smoothly moved them back up, this time grazing her nails lightly. At his question, she opened her eyes to look at him, lifting one hand to smooth his hair back again. “Hmm. I don’t know, what are we having?” She moved her hand down to trace along his cheekbone with her thumb. “Each other?”
“Mmn, if you like,” Fitz murmured, feeling a shiver work up his spine at the graze of her nails over his skin. After kissing her face, it was a natural progression to turn his head and nibble gently at the pad of her thumb, teasingly, so he did so. “But I also made cheesecake. No rush for either, though. We have all night. And,” he added, moving to nuzzle the side of her neck, “I will gladly cancel all of my morning appointments tomorrow.”
“Mmm, cheesecake,” she murmured, thought for a moment, then added, “maybe in a minute.” She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he’d held out on her far longer than any other man ever had, or simply the fact that she was enjoying herself for the first time in ages, but Farrah was hesitant to give up the little cocoon of warmth and sexual satiation that she’d made there with him, even for her favorite dessert.
She stretched languidly, wrapping her arms back around him when she was finished and turning her mouth to find his, cupping the back of his head as she kissed him for a moment. When she pulled back, she smiled at him. “All your morning appointments, hmm? That sounds like quite an offer. Your mom won’t try to get me in trouble for encouraging you to skip school?”
Fitz smiled, though he found he couldn’t maintain the expression for very long when she pulled him down for another kiss. She was distracting in a way he relished; she could somehow wipe away any thoughts currently hanging around in his skull as if they had never been there in the first place. All it took was a touch or a kiss, and then, of course, it sometimes took a bit of effort on his part to gather everything together again.
“She won’t if we don’t tell her about it,” he murmured teasingly in reply, turning to nuzzle at the side of her neck, brushing his lips over the spot just beneath her earlobe. “Think you can restrain yourself?”
“In the extremely likely event that I see your mother tomorrow morning, I’ll attempt to keep it to myself. It shouldn’t be too hard, I wouldn’t think. I’m pretty good at keeping secrets,” She murmured teasingly then stretched a bit, feeling languid and a bit lazy, though only in the sort of way that kept her from climbing out of bed. She was quite content to slip her hands along his back, feeling the dip and curve of muscle an bone, to keep her mouth at the crook of his neck where she could taste him, if she so felt like it.
“Though from what Gwen says about Dex, he might come looking for you. Your apartment here is so nice, I’d hate it if he had to scale the building like King Kong and wrecked the place.” She was teasing him again, so she turned her mouth to press a kiss to the line of his jaw so he’d know it. “He’s like the world’s largest truancy officer.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about him coming through the window,” Fitz assured her, kissing playfully down her neck before carefully climbing off of her. Despite that, though, he was not willing to go very far, and kept himself close against her side. “I just remembered, I gave him a key to the front door. So he’ll just come barging in like he normally does.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Farrah said after huffing a laugh, rolling over onto her side to look at him. It seemed both very surreal that they were there as they were, and totally natural, perhaps because they had spent a large portion of their relationship just talking. “If he keeps up that track record, he’ll have seen my breasts roughly about as much as you have.”
Fitz smoothed one hand up over her arm, smiling faintly and a little bit mischievously. “Very true,” he said. “But I plan to be much more competitive in the near future, for the record.” He settled back into the bed, still looking up rather admiringly up at her, and began combing the fingers of one hand through her somewhat tangled hair. She was intelligent, sharp, kind, and monumentally gorgeous. Jackpot. He had a feeling he was going to get into a lot of fights with Dex about her, and he couldn’t care less.