mm_phreak (mm_phreak) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-07-17 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | backstory, npc, tristan |
Backstory - Tristan and Allie's rooftop dinner - 7.17.2004
Tristan had pulled as many strings as he could to make tonight perfect. He'd gone ahead and rigged the door for the roof so they could get back in and trekked up with numerous armloads of things. First the small cafe table and then the chairs, white lace tablecloth, candles, beautiful white dishes... He'd even managed to get some of those white Christmas lights and put those around the highest points of the roof. Sure it didn't illuminate much, but they were there and that counted, right? He checked the time on his phone again, then made sure the radio worked right and opened the wine. She should be home now, hopefully following his note.
Allie had gotten home to find a note stuck on a dress laying across the bed. It simply said put me on and come to the roof. She knew it was Tristan's writing and she knew the dress would fit perfectly, flattering every curve she had. Anxious and excited about what trick he had planned, she jumped out of her clothes quickly and set about to dressing for him. Everything specifically for him from jewelry to underwear, shoes to the dress he'd chosen. Glancing in the mirror she checked her makeup, pinned up her hair, and went up to the roof.
Tristan had thought about packing things up twice before she walked through the rooftop door. He looked up from where he was sitting on the housing for the building's air conditioning ducts with a bright smile on his face. "I didn't think you were gonna come up." He said, walking over to her and holding on to her hands. He looked her over, approving the way she looked. Bringing one hand up to her face, his palm caressed her cheek as he brushed his lips lightly over hers. "That dress looks beautiful on you." He said as he pulled away and led her to the table.
Allie smiled brightly. "Sorry I'm late. I wanted to look just right for you." She let her head lean against his palm, his kiss was nothing more than an acknowledging tease before dinner. They'd done this for her birthday last year, with a little less restriction. Knowing what he expected, Allie let him lead her to the table. He had her favorite diner, a complementary wine, and the radio on her favorite station. They ate dinner, feeding each other bits here and there, while discussing jobs and school. Not even twenty minutes in, Tristan had lost interest in diner. He noticed that Allie had as well. She was anxious to find out what Tristan had planned and Tristan was wanting to see just what had taken her so long to get ready.
They danced instead. With Tristan being from the family he was and her being a serious interest, they had the dance knowledge to have danced a blue streak across the roof. Likewise, they both preferred the good old high school sway to and fro while spinning in a slow circle dance move. Her hands moved around his waist, untucking his shirt and sneaking up his back. Her nails touched lightly on his spine. Tristan groaned lightly. "Allie you know that drives me crazy..." He cautioned, dropping his lips to her neck and laying kisses in a line to her shoulder.
Allie smiled up at him. "Mmhm... Why'd you think I did it?" She knew that this dinner was Tristan's way of saying they had both been far too busy. It was nice, being up here and away from the hectic pace of their daily living. Easier to get lost in the moment when the stresses of jobs and coursework weren't upon them.
Tristan's fingers reached up to her neck, tracing the delicate gold chain she wore and following it down to the diamond pendant which settled on her cleavage. He had picked that necklace out for her specifically to see it resting there. "To distract me from dancing with you." He said, then dipped his lips to the swell of her breasts.
Her skin quivered under his touch. She melted when he touched her so tenderly, so lightly. Tilting her head back she looked up at the sky. The stars were bright, for a city night. She'd taken an astronomy class last semester and could find Orion's Belt easily enough. It was her favorite constellation. "You know I love dancing with you, baby. Just as much as you know I love watching the sky at night."
His gaze stayed on her, even though she looked to the stars. They'd spent some time in the university's observatory, looking up at the night sky together. She had pointed out easy constellations for him and he paid little attention to them. His hands had claimed her many times in those nights. He smiled thinking about it. "You've never studied dance, Allie. Stars yes, dance no."
She laughed. "You helped me study those stars a few times, TJ, my dear. Helped me learn the right way to move my hips too, if you recall."
He nodded, sure that she was discussing the many nights spent naked in the observatory, studying the stars and fucking under them. "Course I do. How about showing me what you've learned."
Allie nodded, pushing him away and turning her back to him. She danced as if she belonged in a night club - the scantily clad sort. She moved her hips provocatively as she pulled the pins out of her hair. Curly blonde tendrils cascaded down around her shoulder as she moved. Her hands went to her thighs, pulling the hem of the dress upward. Turning to the side, she looked at him wantingly. Her hand came out to invite him to dance, but Tristan shook his head. "I wanna see what you learned. Show me something new."
She smiled and presented her ass to him, showing off a pair of barely there g-string panties. "I went all out for you tonight, baby." She strutted her way around as she danced, full of confidence that he wanted her and she would be fucking him very soon. Her loot came up to rest beside him as she pulled her skirt up to hook her finger in the side of her panties. She tugged and her panties dropped a little. Allie repeated the move on the other leg. Her panties slid easily down her legs and she sat on Tristan's lap to remove them from her ankles.
He wanted her, there was no question about it. Especially when she sat on his lap. If she hadn't felt that hard on he would swear her sense of touch was screwed up. "You're such a tease, Allie." He groaned as he reached around and grabbed her breasts through her dress.
She swatted his hands and stood up. "Unt uh. No touching the dancers, mister." Allie tucked her panties into his hand and danced some more before she unknotted the ties on her shoulders. The only thing holding the shimmering fabric on her body was her breasts. Her hands roamed over her body, her head tilted back. She was getting caught up in how she felt under her own hands.
Tristan couldn't take more of this without touching her. He stood and stepped around her, sweeping a hand behind her knees and picking her up off the ground. "Let's go to bed and you can show me the rest there." He suggested, his voice husky.
Allie giggled, surprised by him picking her up and not surprised by his suggestion at the same time. "As you wish, my love."
He opened the door to take them back inside the building, abandoning everything else on the roof. There were more pressing matters at hand tonight, and he could always have somebody else pick up behind him.
Summary: Tristan sets up dinner under the stars for live in girlfriend Allie. They eat, they dance, they return to their apartment for faded into schmooping