A little drama with your dinner? Who: Dorcas and Evan Where: His place. When: Just before 7 PM Warning: NSFW
Dorcas had decided to give Evan a surprise visit since he'd done the same to her the night before. One turn deserves another though she wasn't sure if the previous one had been good or not. Still, she needed to make up for being a dramatic, stupid girl. So she had made him dinner - a pot roast that'd been slow cooked for the hours she'd been at work, mashed potatoes and corn - which was packed away in tupperware and was still pretty hot when she actually arrived and knocked on his door. The plastic packages were tucked away in a beach bag that had some other stuff in it that she was sure she was going to need (like a change of clothes in case he invited her to stay, y'know).
She had dressed in the shirt she'd stolen from him, having cut out the collar and carefully cut one of the shoulders so it hung down low on one side. It was very 80's in style and practically made her a flasher if not for the black tank top underneath. Paired with that were her ever present combat boots and a knee length denim skirt. Her blue hair was up in pigtails.
Knock knock knock. Surprise!
Evan had been home for a while, showered and washed away the stink of death and embalming fluid. Thankfully. At least whoever was knocking wouldn't be subjected to the Evan work-funk. Of course, they would be subjected with Evan being a total dorkface. Having had Bob Seger's 'Old time rock and roll' stuck in his brain the whole afternoon, Evan grabbed the only pair of tightie whities he owned, slipped them on, grabbed a pair of socks and a button down shirt and found the mix CD with the song on it. It was playing pretty loud and he barely heard the sound of a knock at the door. Risky Business was the best show in the whole world for just about a minute of screen time and Evan was fully clad in Tom Cruise-esque attire when he pulled the door open, one brow arched at Dorcas and realizing he was standing at the front door with his goods practically out on display. "Um... hi?"
Yeah, totally a dorkface. Dorcas stared at him for a long moment after he opened the door, "Um... Wooow." And then she just started laughing. At first it was a sputter but then it turned into doubled up cracking up like she was about to fall to the ground from laughing so hard. She was certain he was either going to drag her inside and slam the door or just shut it right in her face especially since she couldn't stop. Oh God. It was so retarded.
Evan left the door open, but he retreated from her laughter with the last tiny little bit of dignity he had and his tail tucked between his legs. Into his bedroom he went, finally returning a moment or two later, music off and his Tom Cruise attire gone. Replacing them with a pair of cargo shorts and a red t-shirt. The tightie whities exchanged for a pair of boxers. He sighed as he came out of his room, face flushed wondering if Dorcas was still there.
Oh she was. Shortly after he'd actually disappeared, she'd managed to catch her breath and step inside, closing the door behind her. Dorcas had disappeared into his kitchen and started getting the dinner ready but she was still sputtering with laughter every once and awhile. She'd probably hurt his poor male dignity or something but who answered the door like that?! When he emerged again, she called out, "I'm sorry for laughing like that, babe... But that was just... oh God."
He rolled his eyes, damaged male ego too painfully broken to reply verbally yet. He plopped himself down on the couch and pushed his still slightly damp hair away from his face. It wasn't that funny damn it. At least that was what he kept telling himself.
Oh but it had been. She headed over to him with his plate first in offering, "Look. I have meat and potatoes to make up for it." Dorcas pouted at him, putting on the sweetest and most innocent face she could manage. Good thing she was already planning on making up for stuff right?
"You didn't have to make me dinner." he said when he finally got up the words to speak. He wanted to pout or go back to his room and hide from the embarrassed feelings that seemed to cloud around him in his living room. He took the plate from her, however, getting up and taking it to the kitchen so he could sit at the table. Evan really had to remember that doors stayed closed during acts of extreme dorkness.
"Yes I did. I've been cooking the bloody thing all day so you'd better not argue about it," she smirked a little bit and waited for him to sit down so he'd be more level with her (again she was cursing his natural height even in bare feet). Once he was settled, she put her arms around his neck and she purred in his ear, "I like that you're a complete and utter dorkfish." She nipped his earlobe then stepped away to get her plate.
Evan sighed. He wanted to be angry with her. Wanted to be hurt or pouty or embarrassed, but it was a little hard to keep it up when her arms were around his neck and she was whispering in his ear. "Yeah, yeah." he muttered, rolling his eyes good naturedly. "You're going to torture me with memories of that until I die. Probably even after I die." he mumbled.
Well that was why she was doing it! So he couldn't be mad at her. Hell, she would've flashed him next if that hadn't worked... How can anyone be angry with breasts in their face right? But it hadn't come to that so she just sat and ate some potatoes. "Only when you need to be tortured... Or Erin needs ammunition," she arched an eyebrow, smirking around her fork.
"You better not." Evan said, shooting her a 'don't you dare' look. The last thing he needed was Erin torturing him about his escapades in his apparent alter-ego. "Seriously. I don't feel like listening to her torturing me about it for eternity."
She smiled broadly, tilting her head to one side, "Bribe me." Another fit of the giggles but a much quieter one as she was more focused on eating than giggling. It was officially awesome to have a boyfriend with a sister like Erin. So much could be done to threaten him and get stuff out of it.
"How bout I don't. You can tell her if you want, but see if I ever speak to you again." he said, managing to sound like he meant it. He was pouty still and he knew it. He'd get over it. Eventually. Maybe, if she was lucky. He picked up his silverware and took a bite of food from his plate. At least she was a good cook. He probably should tell her that, but again with the poutiness.
"How about you do or I tell her and you don't get cake," she said with a sniff like maybe there was more to that suggestion than she was letting on but she was keeping it a secret. He wasn't the only one who could play pouty. She was very good at it herself if only because a lot of things made her pouty or sad all the dang time.
"I'm far too embarrassed to think up a decent bribe." he told her. "I could say I'd spend the whole night in bed with you doing whatever you want, but then I'd be a bit too afraid of you bursting out into hysterical laughter in the middle of it. Lovely, now I'm never going to want to have sex for a fear of Risky Business flashbacks." Evan mumbled, stuffing another bite of food into his mouth.
Dorcas opened her mouth to say something then promptly shut it again and sighed a little. Everything she'd thought of to say went somewhere wrong and she very quickly turned a bright red color but just ate instead of speaking. Okay, apparently she'd just ruined everything because she'd laughed at what he'd been doing. And wearing. Especially wearing. Sheesh.
Evan focused on his food for a long while, eating was better than saying something stupid he supposed. He wasn't really sure what to say. Maybe if he was silent, the embarrassment would disappear. He doubted it though. His cheeks did finally return to their normal shade and at least he didn't look like a tomato anymore. That was a plus. "Why'd you decide you wanted to make dinner?" he questioned, finally glancing up at her. "It's good, just so you know." he added. He felt a bit like an ass for not having said that before.
Yeah, no. It just thickened if she had any opinion on the matter. In fact, she was startled when he actually decided to speak again and she blinked up at him. Dorcas kind of wished that she hadn't tied up her hair so she could hide behind it. Instead of answering, she just kind of shrugged and went back to being red cheeked.
Evan sighed a little and set his fork down. "Why are you blushing?" he asked her. "I didn't see you dancing around in your underwear, so I don't really think you have a reason to be so crimson colored." He gave her a little smile and reached out to brush his hand across her cheek. "What's wrong?"
She peeked up at him, "You know how my imagination is..." She didn't elaborate and focused more on making a potato sculpture... Well, more like a skull with corn for teeth. Playing with her food? You betcha. She didn't see any reason why an adult could not play with her food.
"Well, what's your imagination doing?" he questioned, arching a brow just slightly at her. He wasn't sure he was prepared to know, but there was that curiosity that Evan couldn't resist.
Tapping her fork on her plate, she quietly answered, "Things including the words cake and nudity." That's all he needed to know really. And it was clear she wasn't going to say more because she was stuffing her mouth full so she wouldn't be able to talk even if she tried.
His brow stayed arched and Evan just stared at her for a long moment. His own imagination was pretty skilled in running through a couple of ideas of his own with cake and nudity. "You're a very naughty little girl, you know that?" Evan asked her. "Especially with the pigtails. Cute."
"I just read a lot! A lot. Like... I've read one book where the girl ended up being like a fruit basket. Except all the fruit was in her vag and that's totally impossible and the writer needs to learn about female anatomy despite being female herself..." She'd read a lot of things that she didn't want to get into. God that book trilogy had been awful. "And I want to say 'the cake is a lie' but that'd be an awful connotation in this particular situation..." Hello floodgate; meet barrage of words.
Evan blinked at her and tried not to picture a pussy full of fruit. That was just... wrong on like a gazillion levels. "If it makes you feel better, I don't want to put any fruit in your pussy." he told her. "Not even a kiwi."
"Ha. I wouldn't let you put any fruit down there... They used honey to keep it all together. That would be like... a total bitch to clean up," she shivered a little, "And let's not forget all the crawling around on hands and knees on stone. You couldn't do that! John Leguizamo had to have rehab just from the Tolouse role." Anne Rice needed to get slapped in the face. Repeatedly. God.
He shook his head at that and ran his fingers through his hair. "Guess we'll just have to come up with something less messy to clean up. I'm of a firm mind that I should liquor you up. As in pour liquor all over you. Yes, that sounds fun."
Dorcas blinked at him, "Like super messy or nice contained body shots? Because if you mean super messy, that'd be a bitch to clean up too." Wait, was she agreeing to that? She'd honestly never even been to a club until meeting his family let alone gotten near alcohol... Well no, that was a lie. Wine in England when she was growing up. But that was perfectly legal in the privacy of one's own home. And she didn't even drink that much.
He smirked at her. "Like... body shots. You don't have to worry about cleaning up because I'd totally do most of it with my mouth and then the rest could be saved for the shower afterward." Evan grinned.
Again she blushed, pressing her lips together to suppress a smile. What an interesting idea... But no, food. And cake. There was cake. "I don't know... Although I suppose it would be a good way to make up for laughing at your silly outfit."
Evan rolled his eyes. "You know I was totally hot in my briefs." he said, managing to laugh a little at himself this time. He finished off the food on his plate and shrugged. "Up to you, baby, whether you wanna get licked or not."
"I didn't even know you owned any," apparently they were like a guilty pleasure just for Risky Business dancing. Then she smirked, "Would've been hotter if you'd been soaking wet." Because then they would've been practically see through. Oh white clothing... Water was their bane. Dorcas snorted slightly, "Like you haven't licked me before..."
"I own exactly one pair of briefs and you've seen them. My junk likes to breath and not be all bunched up, but Risky Business in boxers just doesn't work the same." Evan pointed out. "And I haven't licked liquor off of you yet." he said, getting up to put his dishes away.
"And since your 'junk' clearly rules all..." And for a brief moment, the thought flickered through her mind that their relationship was only about sex. Naaah. Totally not possible. Right? Right. Because you didn't offer to help with school bills if it were just about sex. "True. But you've licked in other ways that are far more interesting than just bland ol' liquor," she finished up her dinner as well then went to put her own dishes away.
Once Dorcas had put her dishes in the sink, Evan moved behind her and draped his arms over her shoulders, pulling her body back against his. "Far more interesting, huh?" he smiled, kissing her temple. "Feeling better after yesterday?" he asked her. He'd been worried about her and his little performance and the embarrassment that followed had taken it off his mind, at least until now. "Come up with any ideas?"
She settled against him perfectly comfortably. Words could not express how much she enjoyed being pressed against him like this... Or really in any way. He was just so comfortable to her though she couldn't exactly figure out why. Not that the why was important. "Definitely far more interesting," she smiled a little but it quickly faded when he brought up what she was calling The Incident. "So far all I've come up with is selling some of my more expensive books," which she would admit were extremely expensive and irreplaceable... Ugh.
Evan sighed a little. "Or you could just let me help and stop being a stubborn little brat." he murmured, kissing her temple again. "You shouldn't have to sell stuff that's as important to you as I know those things are."
"I'm not being a brat. I just don't think it's appropriate to try and borrow even a fraction of that much money from you so soon into a new relationship," it'd be one thing if they'd been dating for years and she had a ring on her finger or something but this was totally brand new. "Besides... I can get 13,000 for my first edition copy of Lord of the R--"but the title broke off in a sniffle.
"Well I don't think that it's appropriate that your parents force you into the loony bin just because they're fucking crazy." he muttered. But then she was sniffling and he hated to see her that way. Arguing could be figured out later, for now he turned her around and pulled her against him. "We'll figure out something." he told her.
"It's not," she agreed but that didn't really solve the issue of him loaning her money like that. Thankfully he didn't seem to be up for arguing about it because she was suddenly pressed to his chest and he was holding her so sweetly, "I've got time anyway, right? The summer... Well, part of the summer..."
Evan nodded, lightly running his fingers up and down her back. "You've got time." he said, hoping that would be the truth for her. Maybe she'd win the lottery between then and now. "So what do you wanna do?" he asked her. "Tonight I mean? Just hang out? Watch a movie or something."
Her? Win the lottery? Yeah right. That'd take like divine internvention and while she knew there was an afterlife and crap like that, it didn't really make her believe. There was a difference after all - knowing and believing. "I had just planned on dinner and dessert. Everything else was to be winged. And you probably don't have the movie I would want to watch because it would be so damaging to your poor, easily influenced male mind."
"What movie would that be?" Evan asked, curiosity peaked again. "You never know what movies you might find around Casa de la Evan."
She looked up at him with a big, sly smile. "Teeth," she answered simply. Oh yes, he'd totally not have that one.
"Teeth?" he questioned, arching his brow at that. "Okay, so maybe I don't have as many movies as I might have thought. What the hell is that about? A mouth?" Evan asked.
Dorcas practically cackled because his question was just so wonderful, "Something like that. Trust me, you don't want to watch it. It's so horrifying, your balls would shrivel up and turn you into a soprano." She patted his chest lightly.
Evan just stared at her for a moment. "Why would that happen?" he questioned. "You can't tell me something like that and let me in on exactly the cause of said ball shriveling and soprano turning."
She arched an eyebrow, lips pressed together like she was thinking about just not telling him as she stepped back just a little to settle against the kitchen counter, "Have you ever heard of vagina dentata?"
Vagina he knew. Dentata sounded like dentist and dentists worked with teeth so he deduced the words pussy and teeth and his face went white. "Oh. My. God." he said, shrunching his nose and shaking his head. "A pussy with teeth? Are you freaking serious?"
Dorcas stuck out the tip of her tongue as she grinned from ear to ear (well not literally...), trying her best not to snicker. "It's a very ancient myth... But yes. Basically. It's a black comedy. Except I think it's only funny to girls. Really, really funny."
The thought that he didn't ever want to have sex again flashed through his mind and Evan just stared at her like she'd said she was an alien from zector seven or something. "So totally not funny." he told her. "I can practically see my dick getting bitten off by some chick's monster pussy."
Her nose scrunched up as she tried to not burst out laughing again because she didn't want to have to deal with him being all pouty again. Honestly, it was ridiculous. "That's the least of your worries in that film... Besides, at least you know mine's not a monster," she tried to look innocent but it was very, very hard. Very.
"Right. And I'm supposed to believe that? What if they're retractable and you just lured me in so you could bite it off later?" Evan challenged, eyes a little wide at that thought.
"Oh honestly!" She rolled her eyes, giving him a look that clearly said she couldn't believe he was thinking that. And then she glanced to one side before sloooowly looking back at him, "You're quite welcome to inspect for teeth...?"
Evan just stared at her for a long moment, trying to decide whether or not she was teasing him or not. "Inspect you for teeth?" he questioned. He knew she didn't have anything dental inside of her. He was fairly certain he would have already noticed if something like that was up. "You're such a freak." he told her, shaking his head a little but managing a smile.
She was and she wasn't. Well, she definitely was about the having teeth part but uh, inspection could be kind of fun... "How am I the freak? I'm not the one actually believing there's such a thing as a vagina with teeth."
"My girlfriend sees dead people, anything is possible." Evan argued. "I just would like to keep my dick in tact thank you."
"You see dead people to," she pointed out though it was entirely different but that was beside the point. "Your penis is safe with me. I promise," Dorcas rolled her eyes.
Evan couldn't help but laugh at her. It was really odd to hear her say the word 'penis', hilarious actually. "Say that again." he said, once he'd calmed his chuckles down a bit. "It's seriously so damn funny to hear you say 'penis'."
Oh the tables were turned on the laughter and now it was her turn to pout at being laughed at. Which she did. With big sad kicked puppy eyes. "Why is it so bloody funny?" Apparently when she got extra pouty, she became extra British. "I won't and you can't make me, bloody great pillock." Very extra.
"I don't know what that means." he told her. "And it's funny because it's just weird to hear such a word come from you I guess." Evan shrugged. "You can't be all pouty now, I'm just teasing and you know it. You don't have to say penis if you don't want to."
"I'm supposed to be a scientist! So hearing me say a body part shouldn't be funny! You shouldn't be laughing. It's not like I was imitating Tom Crazy Pants Cruise and dancing about in underwear," oh, that was back into play apparently. She crossed her arms in front of herself, sort of visibly closing inward. Oh she could pout all she wanted, thanks.
He sighed and stepped away from her. "Alright. Fine." he shrugged. "It's not funny. Nothing is funny and I'm an idiot for having a little fun. That's cool, whatever." Evan said, pulling his shirt up and over his head as he exited the kitchen. Bedtime. It was early yet, but he wasn't about to argue over what was funny and what wasn't and he was more than tired of being embarrassed. Maybe sleep would be best.
Well clearly all of this had been a mistake... She chewed on her bottom lip a little while as he left the kitchen then gathered up her things. But she left the Tupperware with the two slices of cake sitting on his kitchen table. Bag in hand, she made for his door, pausing for a moment, tempted to call out... In the end she ended up kind of frozen, staring at the door handle because she desperately just wanted to flee but at the same time wanted to stay. Crap.
Evan stripped down to his boxers in his bedroom, shutting the door and flicking out the light. Curling up in the large bed, he jerked the covers up over his head. Okay, he was being a pouty little brat, but she was being mean damn it. It was alright for her to laugh at him, but if he thought something she did or said was funny, she got all pissy about it. Women.
He had to remember that she was extremely insecure... How many times had she pointed out that he was the first guy to ever show interest in her? Dorcas was still frozen. That is until she marched into his room, turned on the light and threw the empty Tupperware at his cushioned head (the only reason she threw it in the first place). "How many times do I have to remind you I'm not used to that kind of teasing, hm?"
He was a little startled by the tupperware hitting the back of his head. He sighed and pulled the blanket off his head so he could turn over and look at her. "How many times do I have to remind you that I'm just freaking kidding?" he asked her. "You can't expect to tease the hell out of me and then not get anything back."
She grabbed the Tupperware so it didn't some how accidentally open and get the remains of mashed potatoes on his bed... She was nice that way. "I just don't see what's so damned funny about me saying one fucking word. It's just a word. It makes me feel like I can't even talk right. Let alone anything else."
Evan rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "What the fuck ever, Dorcas. You know I didn't mean it like that and if you wanna be pissed off, go the hell ahead and be pissed off. I'm not arguing about it anymore." he told her, rolling over again and jerking the blanket back up over his head.
Very calmly, she turned off his light. In that same, eerie calmness, she said, "I'm going home. Don't call." Clearly (ha) all of this was just a big stupid infatuated mistake. Clearly... She headed for the door again, feeling very, very tiny.
Evan sighed as he listened to the door close behind her and he warred with himself internally over whether to just let her go or whether to follow her. He didn't want to follow her, damn it. He hadn't done anything wrong. At least that's how he felt. But he didn't want her to be upset with him either, he didn't like being the reason that she was depressed. He sighed again and got up from the bed to head out after her towards the front door. "You can leave if you want to, but you might want to tell me why the hell we're fighting over a fucking word, Dorcas." he told her. "I don't know what you want from me. Am I supposed to walk on eggshells around you? Is that what you want? Am I supposed to never tease you ever and never joke with you just because you don't trust me enough to know that I'm not doing it to hurt your feelings? If you wanna leave, fine, go. If you don't want me to call, fine, I won't. Then you can move off to England or wherever the hell you want to go and all will be right with your world and you don't have to worry about me fucking it up. Do what you want, Dorcas."
She paused in her very sad walk away, hugging herself a little and chewing her bottom lip enough that it hurt. "I don't know why we're fighting over a word. It's like this whole thing is turning into one big infatuated mistake and I don't want it to be," Dorcas refused to turn around and look at him, "Maybe it's some kind of... psychological thing where I'm unconsciously looking for a reason to screw up because I've never been so dependent on one person in my whole life... And I want to be completely perfect for you so if you end up finding something weird, it'll ruin everything. I don't want to leave. I want you to call. I want to be attached to your stupid, skinny hip or something."
He swallowed because her first set of statements made his stomach knot up and his heart sink down in his chest. "You think I'm a mistake?" he questioned. "That we're a mistake?" Evan sked her. "Dorcas, you're not perfect. You're never going to be perfect. Neither am I. I was just fucking teasing you, I wasn't criticizing you. There's nothing wrong with the way you say anything, alright?"
"No, I don't think that... I'm just afraid that fighting over a word is going to turn it into a mistake - like if it happens again and again," it was honestly a miracle that she was managing to speak though the urge to literally cry her eyes out then stomp on them then cut out her heart and offer it to the Aztec gods as a play thing for eternal stupid torment so she didn't have to feel like crap. "I know you were. Really, I do... And I'm really, really sorry that I overreacted. I just keep worrying you're going to turn into everyone else..."
Evan sighed and closed the bit of distance between them, moving in front of her and pulling her body against his. "I'm not going to hate you or not want to be with you because of a fight." he muttered. "Especially not one this stupid. I'm not everyone else, alright? You need to stop comparing me to everyone else."
She was limp like a ragdoll and just leaned against him. "Wouldn't that depend on the level and type of fight..." Thinking about it too much there, Dorcas. Details didn't need to be worked out. "It's the only comparison I have. Unless you want to pick a mythological figure and have me point out the flaws. Adonis? Sure, he was gorgeous but he was an egotistical prick too."
"You need to stop thinking so much. Stop trying to pick out the little flaws. No one is perfect, Dorcas and no one is ever going to be perfect. You gotta get used to that, alright?" He gave her a little squeeze and took her bag from her, tossing it onto the couch and taking the Tupperware dish to the sink before returning and hefting her over his shoulder and carting her towards the bedroom before she had the chance to disagree. "You're not going anywhere, deal."
"You've never heard of 'perfect because of the flaws'," she asked, arching an eyebrow as he took her bag away and the Tupperware into the kitchen. Apparently he was deciding she was going to stay. And it was more obvious when he suddenly picked her up. Dorcas squeaked loudly, "Wait! I have pajamas in my bag!" She had planned. Not for this but for something else.
"Well you don't need pajamas because I'm not going to bed yet. I'm just gonna hold onto you until you realize that I'm not like everyone else. We could be snuggled up for days." Evan grinned. "I suppose I could let you go put your pj's on, but I don't want to risk you running away again."
"It's a good thing I'm not going to work tomorrow then," which explained why she had brought dinner and pajamas in the first place. The idea of them being snuggled together for days like hibernating bears was... totally cute actually although she doubted they'd end up just snuggling. An idea struck her and she smiled a little, "You could always put them on for me but that would mean having to strip me too." Why yes, she was suggesting being a Barbie doll.
Evan sat her down on the edge of his bed catching her lips after she finished what she had to say. "You really like to torture me, you know that?" he told her, brushing a hand over her cheek. "I'm pretty sure you know how to dress yourself though. I might be tempted to inspect you for teeth otherwise."
She murred softly into the kiss, smiling a little. "Yeah but only when it's good torture. I don't mean to do bad torture," Dorcas reached up to pull the rubber bands out of her hair and loose the pigtails. Only she got about half way through that when she gave him a look. Holding out one of her hands she said, "Give me your hand."
He arched a brow at her and lifted a hand up for her to take. "Why?" he questioned. "What are you planning on doing with this hand?" Evan questioned her.
Dorcas rolled her eyes a little as she took his hand and slipped it under the top hem of her denim skirt so he could feel that there was nothing underneath, "When I came here? I had a plan. One that would mean you'd be late to work. Very late. That kind of got bungled. Part of the good torture."
Evan's eyes followed his hand beneath the waistline of her skirt. Just skin beneath it. Warm flesh. His eyes flicked up to catch hers. "Well, what's plan B?" he questioned, giving her a little smile and leaning in to press his lips to hers in a soft little kiss. "Don't think that one has been bungled yet."
"I didn't have a plan B," she pouted a little, holding on to his wrist. Even as she pouted she returned the gentle kiss. "I suppose we could call it make up sex?" Dorcas arched an eyebrow with a tiny smile, "Or part of the proving you're not like everyone else... And there's still the idea of liquoring you up while doing it."
He smiled a little at her. "Make up sex, huh?" Evan grinned, kissing her again. "You don't have to liquor me up to want you." he told her. "I'm not like everyone else and I'll prove it however you want me to."
She wrapped an arm around his neck, slipping her fingers into his hair with a smile, far too easily pleased really... "True but what better way to prove it than being the first for body shots," she laughed, shaking her head a little before kissing his forehead lightly because it was just kind of silly.
Evan smirked at her. "So, would you rather vodka or tequila?" he asked. "Because you know that I'm totally gonna make you drink some too." he grinned.
Staring at him in surprise, she shook her head a little, "Oh no... I couldn't. I've only ever had things like wine and brandy with water. And that was... 6 years ago consistently." Dorcas blushed a little like her lack of drinking was something to be ashamed of.
He was a little surprised to hear she'd never had a real drink, but Evan nodded a little. "Alright, so no liquor for you, but you're gonna end up with a taste of it anyway." he pointed out. "If I'm gonna be licking liquor off of you, kissing me might get you wasted." he teased.
Yeah, not even pointing out she'd been drinking that stuff in the British equivalent of middle school... And with an older person providing so it wasn't like Ruth was going to get anything but what suited her own tastes. Vodka and tequila were not appropriate for a lady. "As long as it's damaging your liver and not mine," she stuck her tongue out at him.
Evan rolled his eyes. "My liver is just fine. I don't go out boozing constantly." he told her. "I'll be right back." He left the room then, retrieving her bag from where he'd put it and a bottle of vodka from the kitchen. Returning, he offered the bag out to her. "Still want your pj's?"
"It still causes damage," again, she stuck out her tongue. She'd never called him a booze hound. She knew perfectly well he wasn't as he'd been very good at Heme. Dorcas watched him go and at least took off the top layer shirt while he was gone. When he returned with the bag, she arched an eyebrow, "Wouldn't that be counterproductive?"
He smiled at her and sat her bag down, the placed the bottle on the bedside table. "Stand up then." Evan told her, offering a hand out to help her up. "Gotta get you a little less clothed if you want me to do a body shot."
She smirked a little and slipped her hand into his, standing up in such away that her body brushed up against his very slowly. But she didn't start to strip other than toeing off her boots. He could do the rest for her, right?
Evan watched her take off her boots and once she'd pushed them away, he let his hands roam over her body, down to the hemline of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor and leaving her in her bra and denim skirt. "Looks like you at least got rid of some of the layers. Such a good girl." he teased.
Lifting up her arms, she assisted in that way of getting the tank top off. "I aim to please," she said as innocently as she could which... wasn't very innocently considering the situation. Dorcas loosed the other pigtail so her hair was down entirely and she shook her head a little to make it a bit wild. Much better.
He smiled at her and lifted his hands to brush through the girl's hair, leaning down to press his lips to hers. He pulled her tight against him as he kissed her, one hand leaving the side of her face and trailing over her chest before dipping behind her to unfasten the hooks on her bra.
She pressed into his kiss with a soft moan, pressing as tightly to him as humanly possibly while making space for him to remove her clothing. Kind of difficult but she'd manage. Her breath hitched a little at the feeling of his hand on her chest and she trailed fingers around his hips, thumbs neatly tucked under the waistband of his boxers.
The bra was evicted from Dorcas's body and dropped on the floor without a second thought. Evan's hands found their way between his body and the girl's in front of him, slowly pushing her skirt down once he'd unfastened the button that held it in place on her hips. "I can't believe you were naughty enough to go without panties." he whispered.
Dorcas settled against him bare chest to bare chest, pulling her lips from his to kiss his shoulder and lick his skin lightly. He was so clean and delicious. She giggled a little and shook her head, "Spur of the moment decision made just before getting out of the car. I'm not that bold." Or maybe she was and she just didn't know it yet. She stepped out of the skirt when it fell to the ground and kicked it behind her. Her hands slid downward, taking his boxers with them.
It was hard to hide how much he wanted her already. "So you just took them off in the car?" he murmured, kissing her again. "Dirty, dirty girl." Evan teased.
"Mm-hmm," she answered into the kiss, grinning a little. "Best thing about driving a hearse - you have a nice dark area to do things in." Although she wasn't sure she'd be comfortable doing something like having sex back there because what the Hell? But other than that. Fingertips flitted down along his hips and along the length of his cock, teasing him lightly. She wasn't sure they'd make it to the body shots part.
Evan sucked in a ragged breath when her fingertips flickered across him. He wasn't sure they'd get to the body shots either if they didn't start now. He didn't want to pull away from her, but the thought of running his tongue along her body was too enticing. He slowly pulled away enough to grab the vodka bottle and then motioned for her to lie down on the bed.
As he pulled back, she very purposely ran her fingers over his tip, grinning a little evilly. But apparently it was time to get to the alcohol. Dorcas bit her bottom lip and carefully settled back on the bed, scooting back enough that she was pretty much sprawled across the entire thing.
He swallowed when she touched the head of him and once she'd gotten onto the bed, he uncapped the bottle and leaned in to kiss her. "So..." Evan purred against her lips. "Where shall I start?"
She would have continued if they weren't apparently so determined to do these body shots and her thoughts were distracted by the touch of his lips to her's. How she adored those lips... "I suppose it depends on where one normally begins. Or where you want to begin." Dorcas blushed faintly.
He smiled a little and tipped the bottle, dripping a trail of liquor from her belly button all the way up between her breasts. Setting the bottle aside he looked up at her. "It might tickle a little." he smirked, leaning in to lightly suck the vodka from her stomach. Evan kept his eyes on her face as he continued to follow the trail upwards.
It tickled more when he dribbled the liquid onto her skin than it did when he started to drink it up from her skin although admittedly both made her want to giggle a little and she had a hard time not doing so. At the same time, it got a little gasping pleased sound from her. Anything that had his mouth on her skin was a good thing.
He slid all the way up her body, sucking up the liquor and then kissing her lips once he reached them. "So, how was that?" Evan whispered against the crook of her neck.
Her hips shifted involuntarily as he slid up her body and she worried her lip ring all the while up until he kissed her. Dorcas smiled a little weakly but rather slyly at the same time, "I think I need to feel it again..."
Evan smirked a little at that, picking up the bottle and making another trail down between her breasts and towards her stomach and then just a tiny bit lower. Setting the bottle aside, he made a bit faster trip downwards to keep the liquor from spilling over her body and onto the bed.
The faster trip made her giggle and her stomach sort of arched inward. "Tickle a lot more like," she didn't mean to make it difficult for him to drink up or possibly get any of the alcohol on the bed (which hadn't happened just yet), she just couldn't help wriggling.
He chuckled. "Well you're not a very good glass." he teased. "Every little move you make sends liquor sliding down your sides." Evan smirked. He shifted to move between her legs, teasingly moving his mouth downward and almost getting to the warm space between her thighs before switching his direction and heading back up her body in slow, slightly sticky kisses. Once he reached her mouth, he kissed her and pressed his body against hers. She was warm and yeah a little sticky, but he didn't care.
“I’m sorry,” though she didn’t sound very sorry. She’d wash the bed sheets tomorrow if she had to. Dorcas wrapped a leg around him when he shifted to be so perfectly above her, the sticking of his mouth to her skin was almost as tickling as the sensation of him slurping up vodka. A burning warmth was building deep inside of her with each touch and she reached up, brushing her fingers along the curves of her breasts to kind of help it along even as he pressed against her. Dorcas licked his lips before succumbing to the kiss, smiling into it.
"That's really sexy." he whispered against her mouth. "When you touch yourself like that..." he explained. It sent fire through his body, lighting up every pore he had. "So how about that make up sex?" he whispered, sliding his lips across her cheek and to her neck, lightly sucking and biting the flesh he found there. "I think I've got a lot of making up to do to you."
She blushed a little but grinned anyhow, “Maybe next time I should bring some toys next time... And a rope so you can’t interfere.” Dorcas really had a very overactive imagination. This could not be stressed enough. Her hand trailed downward along their joined sides in an attempt to slip between them. Distracted from the movement, she arched her neck towards the bite with a moan. “And I to you,” she whimpered, “Didn’t you say something about a shower...?” That sounded like fun.
Evan smiled against her neck and nodded a little. "Mhm." he whispered. "I did. We could get that sticky mess between us all cleaned up with a nice hot shower." Pulling back, he pressed his lips to hers. "Or... we could take a nice hot bath." he smirked. "My tub's big enough for the both of us."
“Or,” she began as her fingers found his length again, fingers curling around it as much as she could manage like this, thumb brushing over the tip, “We could make it an extra sticky mess, go for a bath and see what happens next.” She arched an eyebrow as it became clear that she really had meant it when she wanted to make him late for work in the morning and how she planned on it.
A little groan escaped his parted lips when she wrapped her fingers around him. "I think I like your idea..." he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again. One hand pulled the side table drawer open and he sifted through it, coming back with a condom between his fingers. "I wanna see what you can do, love." Evan said as he hooked an arm around her body and rolled them over so she was on top. He handed her the condom and gave a little grin. "Show me what you got?"
She had figured he might... After all, he was male and sex was good, right? Right. Only then he had to go and put her on the spot. Dorcas blinked as he rolled them, totally surprised. She stared at him in horror as she took the condom from him and stared between it and him. “Oh bloody Hell,” she muttered softly as she sat up on his stomach, “Erm... Right.” For a moment she fumbled with the condom foil before managing to get it open. Yes, he had completely ruined any seductive composure she had managed to build up. Now she was just awkward all over again even as she moved onto her knees to slip the sheath on him, shaking a little. Crap.
He managed to keep a straight face because he had the feeling if he smiled too much or laughed at her now she'd go into that imperfection state again. She was shaking, he could feel her fingers trembling as she slid the condom on and Evan slowly let his eyes move up to hers. "You okay?" he asked her.
“Nervous,” she said softly, looking to him but not meeting his eyes. “Kind of afraid of being the one in control,” it wasn’t like a science experiment or something where if she didn’t take the lead, she’d fail the course. “I mean, more so than usual.”
"Do you want me to be on top again instead?" he asked her. Evan didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He was fine with being the dominate one if that's what she wanted. "It's not like you're gonna make mistakes..." he told her. "I'm sure you'll be just fine with a little power."
Dorcas shook her head, “You want this. I can make it work... I just need a distraction. Or proper encouragement.” She arched an eyebrow looking at him like she now really expected some kind of encouragement from him. And that it better be good.
Evan leaned up, sliding his hand over her thigh and up her side as he leaned in to kiss her, lightly nipping at her lower lip. "What kind of encouragement do you need?" he questioned, letting his eyes meet hers. "Isn't wanting you so bad I can practically taste it enough encouragement?"
She shifted to be settled just over him, raking her fingernails down his chest and lower, “Physical encouragement... Just.... Keep kissing me.” Mental encouragement she had enough of beyond getting the will power to actually go on. Dorcas pressed him into a hard, hungry kiss that would be a very fine distraction. Her hands dipped between them again, curling around his length once more and positioning him at her entrance but not going much further than that – like she wanted to torment just his tip with searing heat but she honestly wasn’t thinking about it.
Another groan escaped against her lips and he arched his hips just slightly against her. God she had a little bit of tease in her. Evan wondered if she even realized it. She was torturing him already and she might not even be aware of it.
No, she really didn’t realize it but that press of his hips was just the fraction she needed to bring her will back into power and very slowly, very carefully she lowered herself down onto his cock. Flush renewed and fire fanned, she groaned softly in pleasure, rolling her hips against his a little but otherwise taking a moment to get used to the feel of him inside her again.
Dorcas on top? Fucking awesome. The little noise that escaped Evan said that he thought as much. His whole body tensed in pleasure and his toes curled as he bit his bottom lip. He liked this position. He could see her better this way. Touch her better this way. He took advantage of that ability and slid his hands over her thighs and up her sides to lightly cup her breasts as he leaned up to kiss her again.
Her hands braced on his shoulders and the shaking was starting to come back again, breath hitching in her chest. She lifted up gradually, chewing on her bottom lip as she did so at least until she was taken in by his kiss and she purred against his mouth a little. The thrust downward set the tone for this instance, kind of fast and rough continuing in the same manner.
God that was hot. The way she moved, the way her chest just lightly bounced against his cupped palms. He kissed her again and rolled his hips up to meet hers as they came back down again. Evan couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't put her on top sooner.
The bounce of her breasts against his hands, the gentle tug of taut flesh, sent shivers down her spine. He hadn’t put her on top sooner because the last time he’d suggested it, she’d protested enough and that was fact. She almost reveled in the sound their bodies made as they came together, whimpering against his mouth with each movement.
His hands slid away from her chest and down to her hips, following their movements as she rocked her body against his. He lay back against the bed, lips just slightly swollen from the kissing. His chest rising with each breath he took. Evan's eyes watched her as she moved. Her chest, her face, the way she almost danced above him. "You're so gorgeous..." he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Dorcas suddenly frowned a little, pausing in her thrusts. She raised her hands to her mouth and took out her lip ring with a tiny ‘ow’. Her frown changed into a faint smirk and set the ring on his chest – he had longer arms to reach the side table and she really didn’t want to get off of him. As she began anew, she leaned down, licking his chest. “How gorgeous,” she breathed against his skin, “and be lewd.”
He picked up the ring and reached over to set it on the side table. Then his hands returned to her hips. So she wanted him to talk dirty to her? Evan could definitely oblige if that's what she wanted. "You're so fucking sexy." he whispered, letting his hands roam over her thighs and up over her back as she leaned forward against him. "It's hard for me to see you and not get hard..." he admitted. "Not want you... want to do things to you."
Good boy. She didn’t even have to train him for that. Evan’s words really did seem to turn her on even more. They were getting lodged in her mind forever – she could bring them up at any time to remind herself of things, fight away doubts... Or just make her day more interesting. “What - ah!” A little shift of her position and she had found just the right spot, words being interrupted by that sharp gasp, “what stops you...?” She wanted to add ‘beyond the obvious things’ like a certain ghost or being out in public.
"I don't know..." he whispered, fingers digging into her skin as he picked up her rhythm and pushed against her every movement. "I must have some... fucking awesome will power." Evan whispered. "I just... ah... don't want you to think that... fuck... that's all I want... because... there's more to it than... than you just being fucking hot..." he whispered.
Her thrusts focused on getting him as hard and deep as she could as it was kind of difficult to have speed on her knees. She straightened back up, shaking her head a little to get her hair out of her eyes because she didn’t want to move her hands from his body. They were tracing the lines of his chest, dragging her fingernails lightly over his nipples. She was biting the tip of her tongue to keep from moaning too loudly, the sounds getting caught in her throat. “I know... But – oh God... Um... I wouldn’t mind. Honest,” Dorcas smiled down at Evan, meeting his eyes, “I love having you in me... fucking me... Totally... mm-addicted to it.”
As if he wasn't turned on enough, hearing her say those words had his body going insane with tingly sensations. "God..." Evan whispered, biting his bottom lip through a moan. "Right now you're... fuck... fucking me..." he pointed out with a teasing little grin.
It wasn’t appropriate but she snorted out a laugh and shook her head a little, “Not in my fantasies.” Christ, it was getting so hard to keep going. She could feel her muscles tensing and tightening around him, threatening to toss her over the edge at a moment’s notice. Since she knew he would ask, she tried to explain through her cries of growing pleasure, “Like... the one – fuck! – on a kitchen table...bent over like it was a surprise.”
His eyes closed for a half second and his lips parted in a deep grunt of appreciation for that little fantasy of hers. "I... I think that... fuck... that could be arranged." he managed to get out. God she was a dirty, dirty little girl. Reading, apparently, was very good for the mind because those fantasies? Evan was happy to comply with.
If that was dirty, he really had a low expectation of dirty... It wasn’t like she was talking about a gimp outfit and a whip or something. Hell, that thought’d never even occurred to her and with good reason. But she wasn’t thinking any more about future pleasures. She was thinking more about the growing pressure and her fingers pressing sharply into his skin. “Evan,” she moaned low, in preemptive warning. There was no way she was going to last much longer even though she wanted to.
"God I love it when you say my name." Evan whispered, picking up the speed for her as much as he could from beneath the girl. He pressed upwards against her every thrust and slid one hand down between her thighs to rub at her clit. He wanted her to fall over and he had every intention of watching her face as she did so.
Her back bowed outward a little and she gritted her teeth when he started teasing her clit like that. It certainly sped things along and if she knew his intentions, she might have teasingly called him a pervert. It didn’t take very much at all to get her to come and she welcomed the tightening and spasms, the internal attempt to drain his cock of everything it had... All with a sharp cry that had tried it’s damnedest to be his name but ended up just being a sound of gratification instead.
Evan was more than satisfied with watching the look on her face when she fell over. He found his own end there as her body tightened around him. The room felt almost like it was spinning and his whole body felt like an electric current was running through it. He let out a low groan and jerked up against her one last time, his head pressing back against the pillow and his hand falling away from her body. "Fuck." he whispered. "See... that wasn't so bad..." he whispered.
Dorcas pushed her hair back and accidentally mostly to one side. Her hips still jerked a little as she rode out the aftershocks and worked on catching her breath. As it all slowed down, she lay down on top of him, smiling a little. “Mm, not so bad at all...” She liked being able to lay down on top of him for once instead of the other way around, that was for certain.
He must have been thinking the same thing because he wrapped his arms around the girl and kissed her temple. "Nice to not get squished, I'm betting." Evan chuckled.
She snorted with laughter and grinned at him, "Definitely nice not getting squished. Bloody wonderful actually." Dorcas leaned up enough to kiss the corner of his mouth but she hardly wanted to move otherwise. Only she still was quite sticky from the alcohol and now he was even more as well. Ha.
Evan shook his head a little. "You act like I'm a big cow or something." he teased. "Like I crush you. I'll just have to remember to either let you be on top or immediately pull out and get off of you." he chuckled.
“Oh yes, a bloody great Holstein. Only I was going to say bull instead of cow unless you want to be a woman,” she snickered, shaking her head a little. But the rest of it made her pout a little, “Aw, but I like it when you stay...”
Evan let his fingers slide slowly over her back. "You do, huh?" he questioned with a little smile.
"Why wouldn't I?" she questioned in turn, honestly curious. She rather liked being joined like this... Even though it was always temporary. Okay, that was probably either creepy or overly romantic. Sheesh.
He shrugged a little. "I dunno." he admitted. "I think we might need that bath now." he told her. He didn't want her to move, but he knew it was inevitable. "Gonna come with me?" Evan asked her, kissing the top of her head and waiting for a response.
Yeah they really did need that bath now. Sighing heavily she shifted carefully off him with a soft sound, flumping back on the covers. Dorcas smiled over at Evan, "Absolutely. If I can get my legs to work."
Evan took a moment to take the condom off and discard it then shifted up and to the edge of the bed. "Yeah, let's get that whole walking thing down first." he chuckled.
"Yeah, you killed my damn legs," she teased as she scooted to be beside him, sitting up properly once she was there, "I think I sprained something. I'm such a lazy person normally." But she giggled and shook her head.
"Lazy bum." he teased. "How do you think I feel being on top all the time." Evan joked. He leaned over and caught hold of her chin, turning her head to kiss her lips.
She smirked and pressed into it, nipping at his bottom lip briefly before answering, "Pshaw, if you didn't like it, you wouldn't do it." Dorcas moved to stand, grinning. This was a very silly conversation.
Evan got up too and lead Dorcas out of the bedroom. "You're right." he admitted. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it. But that doesn't mean I don't get leg cramps in the middle of it." he chuckled. Once in the bathroom, he put a stopper in the tub and started the water, making sure it wasn't too hot for the pair of them. "So...," he began, looking back up at her. "We made up yet or do I still got some groveling to do?"
Dorcas followed along feeling kind of weird about walking naked through his place except that what the heck would really be the issue here? It wasn't like anyone was going to see them... "That's when you pause, rest, change positions and make it last," she arched an eyebrow at him, smirking but not saying much else on the topic. "That depends... Was me being on top me groveling to you or what? Cause then we might still be even." She settled on the edge of the tub, trailing her fingers around in the water.
"Well I'm up for more making up." he smiled, glancing over at the girl. "Or I will be if you give me fifteen minutes." Evan grinned.
She laughed and grinned back at him, "Fifteen minutes? I'm not sure I can wait that long." She was teasing. Honestly, she could wait as long as she needed to. "How different is sex in a tub from any other sex?" Strange question but she wanted to know.
Evan looked at the water and back up at Dorcas. "I don't know." he admitted. "I've never had sex in a tub. I guess it's the same aside from the water, right?" he shrugged. "There's a first time for everything, so I suppose we'll see, yeah?"
Well that was kind of surprising though it wasn't like she thought he was a man-whore before now. She knew he wasn't. Still, she never thought that she'd get a first with him... Especially not something so obvious like sex in a tub. "The water should technically create a weightless effect so it shouldn't be exactly the same..."
He smiled a little at that. "Means less work for the both of us. So no complaining about legs hurting." That would be fun. He was actually looking forward to this first. He wanted a first with her. Aside from things like sex in public, this was one of the only firsts he could think of that he'd get with the girl.
Dorcas snorted and splashed him with a little water. Not like it would hurt anything right? “I’ll complain all I like. Woman’s prerogative. And you have to deal with it because that’s the man’s job.” She swung her legs over the edge and sunk into the water though it wasn’t exactly full yet.
Evan watched her sink down into the water, eyes traveling over her damp skin. Yeah, water was good. Evan definitely liked water. "So it's my job to listen to you complain, huh?" he asked with a little smirk. He let the water fill up the rest of the way and then shut it off. "Guess if you're gonna just complain I should wait til your done and shower alone." he teased.
While he continued to let the tub filled up, she briefly ducked under the water and ran her hands over her hair before bobbing back up with a light gasp for air. That was better. "If you do that then I'll just complain about that," she said after blowing a little so water went a little... everywhere then ran her hands down her face. Thank goodness she didn't believe in heavy make-up, "And really, do you want to hear about that all night?"
He watched her wet her hair and then listened to her talk about complaining, playfully rolling his eyes at the girl. Then he swung his legs over the side of the tub and climbed in with her, closer to the bottom edge. Sliding his hands to either side of her body, he leaned forward to press his lips to hers. "You'll complain no matter what I do." he teased.
Dorcas smirked and scooted forward to meet his kiss, keeping her bottom settled between his legs and draping her's over his which brought their pelvises together - it was complicated to describe. She draped her arms around his waist loosely, "No... Not about everything."
"Mmm... well, which part of everything are you not going to complain about?" he asked. "You know, you're gonna complain when I have to get up out of the tub to go get condoms." he sighed. "Which I probably should have brought along to begin with. See what you do to me when you're naked?" Evan asked.
"Ask that again and I'll pinch you," she said with a smirk. He was right and she groaned at the idea of him getting up. Instead, she clung to him, "I know it's a very stupid thing to say but I honestly don't care..." And it was only stupid if he realized that she was saying she didn't care about him plus condoms. She knew the consequences of that particular potential stupidity. Dorcas rested her head on his shoulder, "I don't want you to move..."
Evan arched his brow at her. "Well I don't want to move either, but I don't think either of us are really that stupid." he told her. At least he hoped he wasn't that stupid. Despite the fact that she was warm, even in the warm water. The thought of not using a condom, while slightly tempting, he knew wasn't exactly a good idea.
"I might be," she said with a laugh even though she had statistics memorized that she could rattle off at any moment about exactly how stupid it really was. Dorcas nuzzled his neck lightly, running her fingers down along his spine.