cordelia. (pluckyrobin) wrote in lifeor, @ 2008-11-09 19:31:00 |
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Who: Cordelia Robins and Roman Kaminski (russianroman). Where: The Silver Tongue and then Cordelias place. What: Cordelia and Roman spend the night together. When: (BACKDATED) 6th Nov. Rating: NC-17. Status: |
So Roman Kaminski was a broke bastard, with hardly a Knut left to his name after returning to England and starting his album. But what he did have after the album, rent, and food (although he usually made Moss get the groceries and ate what he bought) went to one thing: the drink. He was at the Silver Tongue, specifically, in a booth watching the ladies dance. One in particular had caught his eye tonight, a fiery brunette. From the looks he was receiving, he'd caught her eye, too. Slowly, he smiled at her. Since the blow out with Demelza and her feature in W Cordelia had become even more of a permanent fixture in the club scene. Cordelia liked to pretend that it was all for celebratory reasons but in truth the silence of the apartment haunted her, the empty feeling as she readied herself each morning so she spent as little time there as possible. Tonight she was frequenting The Silver Tongue one of her favourite hotspots in the hopes of finding someone to bury herself in. That was when she noticed his eyes on her and she'd happily played it up. Dancing dirty with the girl next to her, hips grinding and body rolling as the girl curled around her. Cordelia wasn't into girls like that - oh, she'd flirt and she'd even go so far as to kiss but they didn't get her going like a man. Brown eyes would seek out his, a dirty little smirk playing over her lips as she beckoned him to dance though she wondered how long they would actually stay in the club. Roman took another sip, his smile slowly turning into a smirk. Even after her little invite he continued to just watch, until his drink was gone. This put him in control and he wanted to stay in control. It was just how he worked. Finally he set the empty firewhiskey glass down and stood up, walking leisurely over to her and snaking his hands around her waist from the front so he could look down at her. He began to move with the music, but he lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, "I don' t dance..." She couldn't help but grin as she felt his hands dance over her hips and her attention would go fully to him as his lips brushed over the skin of her ear. One hand would lift, tracing along the line of his neck and she would tilt so her own lips would touch against the skin where his jaw met his ear. "And yet here you are..." Cordelia purred in response as she turned into his touch. It amused her that he would admit that he 'didn't dance' while he did in fact begin to dance to the music, she had him and that amused her all the more. It wouldn't take her too long to move up against him, body pressed to his and he would be greeted to a bright grin and her hips moving in time with the loud music. "Well," he growled in a whisper against her ear. "I don't want to be dancing." He continued for a second more before he decided that he wasn't going to play her game. She'd come to him. He took a step back from her, deliberately letting his hands trace seductively down her backside before crossing his arms and waiting. He had a feeling she'd take the bait, but if not it wasn't a huge loss. He'd find someone to do that night. Lips would twist into a smirk, eyes glittering with amusement as she moved to pass him and as she did her hand would find and tug on his - an obvious invitation to follow her. If he did so she would make sure he was well rewarded as the moment they were in a less public spot she would turn to him. Hand still in his as she tugged him close to her, bodies flush as she tilted her face upward so her lips would be inches from his own. A game, that was they had going. A tug of war of power between the two of them, he'd slipped up with the first only to momentarily regain but now she'd taken the incentive and pushed him to do something. "What do you want to do then?" She asked him sweetly, or it would be sweetly if her free hand hadn't danced across the front of his pants. Oh, she knew what he wanted she just wanted to hear it. He growled when she teased like that, pressing her against the alley wall and grabbing the wrist of the hand she'd just taunted him with like that. "Dinner and a movie sounds fantastic," he replied sarcastically, before pulling her hand back down and pressing it hard against the outside of his bulge, letting out a soft sigh as that sent shocks of ecstasy up his spine. "I think you know what I want," he whispered harshly in her ear before nipping the lobe. "Your place, birdie." Cordelia gasped in pleasure as he pressed her into the wall, body arching upward into him enjoying his confidence and control. She laughed, a grin on her lips as her hand cupped him through the material, fingers moving lightly but hard enough so he could certainly feel it. Teeth caught her lip for a moment as she thought about it, though that little nip certainly urged her onwards as she gave a soft moan. With one hand still wrapped around his wrist apperating was easy and they were soon stumbling into her living room. Roman wasted little time as soon as they were in the apartment, flicking his eyes around the room and finding the sofa. He scooped her up and lay her down on the couch, pulling her dress up and over her head and tossing it on the floor. The panties were next and he had slid down her body only a second later, hands on her knees to spread her wide before dipping his head in and tasting her. Oh, so sweet... She'd never had any qualms about being naked - she was very comfortable in her own skin and that was shown as she stretched out for him, arching up to press her breasts skyward. Cordelia knew what guys liked and she played up that fact. One leg swung onto the back of the sofa forgetting about any sort of class as his tongue found her netherlips eliciting a gasp from the sprawled brunette. She moaned, hips bucking upward and her hands dropping to curl into his hair as if to keep him against her wet pussy, demanding from him with a roll of her hips and a press of her hands. A groaned "Oh, god" dropped from her lips as he tasted her making her hips lifted up to him, wanting and needing more of his touches. Eyes closed, teeth tugging on her lip as his tongue sent shivers of pleasure rocketing through her body and had her gasping, writhing beneath his attention. In truth it wasn't often one night stands took this turn, usually she was a lot more drunk than this, gone and totally in need of a good fast fuck with no foreplay. This was a nice change and she was obviously going to play it out as long as she could. He wasn't one to usually give a long foreplay. He wasn't a selfish lover, but he was never very generous either, so this didn't last as long she probably wanted. He was hard inside his blue jeans and was not going to solicit to her all night. Straightening up after a few minutes of this and licking her juices from his lips, Roman pulled his shirt straight up over his head. Lips met hers, tongue probing hard inside her mouth, and his left-hand pointer finger dipped inside her, playing with the moist core he'd just been tasting. His right hand was undoing the fly of his jeans before guiding her hand to the hem. Me too came the message loud and clear, even though his mouth was far too occupied on hers to actually form speech. The brunette pouted as his tongue left her, though the sight of him shirtless above her like that soon had her smirking again. Hands slid down his muscles, nails dragging along his skin to leave very slight red marks. Cordelia moaned as his lips captured his, pushing up into him, legs went to move as if to curl around him though halted him his finger entered her, drawing a long low moan from her which was lost in the heated kiss. Her kisses were hungry, passionate, demanding - she didn't hold back as she rolled her hips against him. Cordelia obliged, hand sliding into his jeans even while the other pushed down and away. Her hand curled around him, thumb brushing over the sensitive head for a moment as she stroked him teasingly slow. She wanted to hear that growl, she wanted to feel his body demand more from her. Roman was no longer worrying about power and control. As far as he was concerned, he'd hunted and caught his prey. How he ate it didn't matter as long as he was satiated in the end. This primitive mindset led to a low growl as she had wished and a buck of his hips into her hand. His finger dipped even deeper into her now, while his other hand played with the clit alone, finger trembling fast against it as he knew women liked. But she had better pick up the pace on her end. His touches were sending shivers through her, jolts of hot pleasure which had her bumping upward and wanting more. Toes curled as he pressed in deeper drawing a cry from her lips which only increased as he brushed her clit. Oh, he got what he wanted. As his own movements picked up so would hers, strokes were smooth and they'd picked up a similar pace to his own. After a moment she would shift a little, hand pressing against his chest to push him back. If he gave little resistance he would find her on top and sliding downward, trailing kisses down his chest before she rested between his thighs. Hand curled around him once more, tongue flicking out to lick the underside of his shaft - teasing him with a slow but certainly pleasurable touch before her mouth took him in. Mouth was hot around him as her lips closed, head sliding downward. Her own way of saying thank you and she was sure a much more appreciated one at that. He let out a groan as her hand increased its tempo, not even hesitating before leaning back into the cushions. Eyes bugged out a little as she licked him so tauntingly like that before she fully encased him with her mouth as hot as her core, which he kept playing with until she'd slid so far that he couldn't reach her. Instead his hands went to the back of her head, pushing and releasing in tempo to guide her. "Oh, God, you're good..." Even with her mouth otherwise engaged she couldn't help but smile a little at the sound of him and his words. For a moment her mouth would leave him, tongue flicking out to tease him once more as she gave a chuckling "You don't know the half of it," before enveloping him once more. Where her mouth wasn't her hand would curl or lightly touch, only adding to the sensations. This would continue until she thought him close, until he was on edge and then she would withdraw a sexy little smirk on her lips as she slid back up his body, sliding against him skin on skin. A hand would fall either side of his head, holding her up a little as she moved so he would be aligned with her core, one move and he would be easily filling her and god did she want that. Slowly she would tease him, moving so he would slide against her heat without him entering, teasing them both. Where he was -wham, bam- she wanted to draw it out - she wasn't that drunk and was taking full advantage of that. His breath became shallow as he grunted with little glamour, guiding her up and down along his manhood. She knew what she was doing and he could commend her on that, pressure rising inside him as he filled ever more. Cordelia really did hold out until the last second - another moment more and his climax would have filled her mouth. While he would be quite capable of gearing up for a second, real round, it was never fun to waste the beginning on foreplay. The funny thing was, he had a lot of stamina; it took a lot to get him to the point of ejaculation, so to get him on that cliffside before he'd even entered her took skills. It was these skills that had him growling in frustration as she teased like that next, rubbing and grinding but giving him nothing. He wasn't going to put up with that. He was a beast of control and she would not tame him. After just a moment he reached down and positioned himself while he thrust up into her. Whether she wanted that stage or not, she got it as he filled her and jerked upwards. No games, he thought, the message clear. It amused her to tease, to take him to that edge and then hold back. Cordelia had a sweet personality, she was bubbly warmth but all at the same time there was a touch of sexual predator to her, something a little darker where she had no qualms with doing exactly what she wanted be damned what others may think. While her sexual tastes may not run into the overtly kinky Cordelia had many a fantasy or desire she would push to receive, she wasn't one to hold back and there was a sense of dominance to her. What she wanted was him squirming beneath her as her tongue and mouth drew those guttural grunts from his throat. Cordelia wasn't into the whole S&M scene but she did love the control which this gave her, the way he was just putty in her hand, or mouth if you will. Where usually she would have wriggled from his arms, spun it out a little long she wanted him inside her, now. Back arched as he thrust into her bringing a cry to her lips as he entered her, eyes closed and her nails bit down on his shoulders. Oh, she got the message and so would he as her body shifted, muscles tightening around him before she began a needy rhythm. The thoughts of teasing him were long gone, all she wanted was a good solid fuck. Lips found his as her hands buried in his hair, tugging him closer even as her hips rose and fell in at a hungry pace. Teeth caught on her lip, a sexy grin playing over them as she rode him hard. "That feels so good..." she whispered into his lips, breath catching in her throat. "Good," came his grunt as he gripped her hips tightly and moving her up and down, countering minimally and still getting quite a full effect. "I'm glad to hear that, birdie," he replied, kissing her hard and nipping her lip almost painfully more than sexily, but right now the two went hand in hand, his head tilting back as his fingers dug into her hips and bruising her. He liked woman-on-top positions. While he loved control, this gave him the added benefits of, one, watching her breasts bounce so deliciously and, two, having to do minimal work and therefore lasting far longer than he normally would have - which was long to begin with. The 'birdie' comment was let slide as the feel of him was far too good for her to complain right now. Cordelia wasn't the quietest during sex, her cries were stifled only when her lips would find his dragging him into a heated kiss, growling lightly at the kiss though the jolt of pain did certainly add to the whole effect. The kiss was broken as she leaned up, lifting her stomach and chest upward so she could ride him properly, hands on his chest and her head thrown back. She certainly wasn't shy as she lifted herself up, harder and deeper with rolls of her hips which had her trembling. One hand lifted, skimming over her stomach, nails dragging along her skin until they skimmed over her nipple eliciting a breathy moan from the brunette. While her other hand headed downward, finding her clit and eagerly tweaking the sensitive nub until her movements were almost frantic and she was so close. He was treated to the sight of her touching herself like that, breasts jumping, hands teasing her nipples and clit and oh, the exquisite feel of her wrapped around him as her hips rose and fell. Roman was nearly over the edge with her new turn of events, that was for sure. Most girls wouldn't do this. In fact, most girl preferred him on top and doing all the work, and while he liked all sex in any position of form - with women - he liked the adventurous ones he picked out now and then. And she, with her touching and her grinding, had him grunting and groaning and squeezing her hips even harder as he increased the pace until she could go no faster. Oh, Cordelia wasn't like most girls, she was one of a kind most certainly. Eyes opened just as she tumbled over the edge, searching out his own brown eyes as she squeezed tightly around him. She would move forward once more, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss as her orgasm seared through her. "My name is Cordelia," She whispered into his mouth as she broke the kiss, keeping close as her body trembled with the delicious sensations of ecstasy which were washing over her. "Roman," came his short reply as he joined her over the edge, pumping a load in her so large it l leaked out around them before they even separated. "Still calling you birdie." He wasn't one to scream or anything, but he was grunting and groaning so hard, his face was going red. Finally, he was through, as was she. He collapsed back against the cushions of her sofa and smiled a little smirk. "Aren't you glad I don't like dancing?" he teased, unable to resist. For a moment she kept her almost upright position before sinking into him for a moment. Breathing hard and unable to move just yet. "You say that as if you'll ever get to fuck me again, Soldier," Cordelia countered with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Mm, you would have had me either," she told him honestly. "Possibly in the alleyway, against the wall," She whispered into his ear, a husky growl. It didn't take her long to gain her composure, to untangle herself from him. Cordelia wasn't one to linger after sex - it always made her feel fake, a little cheap in ways. The brunette didn't bother to pick up her clothes as she made her way into the bedroom for her robe. "I've done it in that alleyway," he called back to her as she walked to the bedroom. "Not as fun as one would think." He stood, finding his underwear and pulling it up over his now floppy self. He was dressed fairly quickly - he'd left enough girls in the middle of the night to learn how to bolt out of there - before making his way to her bedroom door where she was coming out. He didn't say anything but he pulled her to him and gave her a passionate, demanding kiss, one hand on the back of her head, the other on her rear to pull her closer against him and he felt the round two stirring down below, but if he went again it would not be with her. He wouldn't break his rule, no matter how good she was. Finally he broke the kiss and spoke. "You would let me, birdie. You know you would. But one ride per customer." "That's because it wasn't with me," She threw back at him over her shoulder. Cordelia was not expecting the kiss - in truth she wasn't expecting him to still be there, her going for her robe was when they made a quick exit which was exactly what she wanted. The kiss made her breathless and she hated that, hated that he had been able to make her knees damn near buckle beneath her. That passion was matched with her own, a hot and hungry moan lost in his lips as she pressed close and god damn she was ready all over again. In truth Cordelia had very few 'repeats' and even fewer regulars. This sometimes got her labelled slut but she didn't care, she wanted the closeness of a night, the feel of skin and skin and ability to pretend for a moment she wasn't her mother. Another night with a man usually made her feel hollow - stamped home that it was just sex, nothing but a cheap thrill and she didn't like that part of it. Emotions got involved when things were repeated and she didn't want to get hurt. "Customer? Am I going to have to go get my purse now?" She asked him, her tone teasing and light though she felt like neither right then. In some ways she wished he'd been like everyone else who took the opportunity to skip out but that kiss had been nice. "If anything it will be you on my doorstep, Soldier." He saw right through her calm facade, and smirked. "This one's on me, birdie," he told her, brushing her lips in one last, soft kiss before Apparating. He wasn't going to answer that comment. He was going to go back to the bar and find round two and forget Cordelia Robins ever happened, like usual. But it had been nice. |