_riley (_riley) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-03-06 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | tylan matthews |
Who: Riley and Tylan
What: Reunited
When: Friday evening
Where: Work then Riley's apartment
Rating: NC-17 [language, sexual situations, and extreme angst]
Status: Complete
Riley was currently huddled over her desk with her head in her hands. She'd just finished the last of her headache medicine and there were a few resume's scattered before her on her desk mixed in with the files she was working her way through. They'd offered her a personal assistant, and she'd given up choosing for herself, so she was expecting one to be "gifted" to her any time now. She didn't think anything could help her at this point, though. She'd fallen behind in..well..getting caught up...and to top it all off the lottery was Monday. Everything had her near tears, but she'd always refused to cry so a headache was the next best thing. She finally looked up and let out a sigh as she shook her head, standing slowly and making the all too familiar journey to her coffee pot. It was already only a couple hours until closing, but she had hours of work left to do, so that didn't really matter to her. What mattered to her right then, was the glorious, dark liquid she was pouring into her favorite mug.
Tylan's father had pulled some strings. He called it a favor. Made him a working man and got him a 'real job' doing as close to what he should be doing as humanly possible. Bruce wasn't happy about Tylan dropping out of law school, something he made apparent just about every day, so he took it upon himself to get him a job as a personal assistant to a lawyer. Tylan didn't complain. He sucked it up, suited up and tied his tie. His jacket was neatly pressed as he headed down the hall to the designated office he'd been told the lawyer he was assigned worked in. He knocked lightly before opening the door with a patented Tylan smile on his face. The smile slipped though when he caught sight of the redhead by the coffee pot. "Riley?"
She half-choked on her coffee at the unexpected entrance and at being addressed as just "Riley", but the familiarity of that voice had her turning around with furrowed brows before she could stop herself, and she had to set her mug back down quickly as she'd nearly dropped it. She stood there, blinking softly at him with her mouth open faintly for a while before she glanced around, making sure this was still -her- office on the planet -Earth-. "Ty?" She asked quietly, walking over to him instantly and shutting her door for the first time since she'd started here. He'd crossed her thoughts so many times since the law had passed. How she'd blown her chance with him. How he would've been absolutely perfect. But first and foremost the fact that the only reason she kept him at a distance was so she could pursue this career. The one she would soon have no choice but to put on hold. She reached out then and brushed invisible lint on his tie, as though again testing how real he was, before she moved behind her desk and sat down, thoroughly stunned, but still looking at him. "I'm sorry. I ...I wasn't expecting you..." She apologized quietly, reaching for a pen with shaking hands to find something to write on so she could at least pretend to focus on something else. There was no way this happened. No way.
Tylan watched her practically bounce around the office. From the coffee pot to him to her desk, plopping down in her chair. He wondered for a moment what exactly was in that coffee she was drinking. He raised an eyebrow slightly, brushing a hand through slightly curly hair as he looked up at her. "Um... guess not." he said, a smile peeking at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't know who they were giving me as a boss or whatever you wanna call it. Lucky you. Guess you get my help."
"Poor you, having to deal with this mess I've made of everything." She responded, letting him see the wreckage that had once been her desk. She bit her lower lip for a moment, seemingly deep in thought before she gestured towards the arm chair in front of said bottomless pit of papers and folders. "But I've been working non stop my whole life. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to catch up. Hell..." She glanced over at her coffee, still on its table where she left it, and she stood and walked over, lifting her mug into her hands and cradling it as she glanced over at him. "There's plenty. Always plenty of coffee in here. Would you like some?"
"No, thank you." he smiled, heading towards the seat she'd offered out and sliding his jacket off, leaving him in that white button down and black tie. He draped the jacket over the back of the chair and sat himself down. "Looks like you've been... quite the busy girl since the last time I saw you." he said. "And I still bet you haven't taken a break, right?" Riley never was the kind of girl to take a break. Always devoted to her job and making sure her career took her the places that she wanted to go. Tylan admired that. Always had, though he did wish the girl could occasionally have a bit of fun.
"You know me too well." She responded as she made her way back over to the other her side of the desk and sat down, She'd been wearing a dress suit as always, but it'd slimmed down in the endless hours of work to just a ruffled white shirt and a pair of grey suit pants. Her jacket had been discarded long ago in a heap upon her brief case in the corner, but the bun her fiery hair was in was still perfect, as was the light dusting of makeup she wore. Just enough to cover her freckles. She looked too young otherwise. "So this is strange. I was just thinking about you the other day." And the day after that, and the day after that... anyway.... "What have you been up to? Your dad forced you into the law world finally?" She remembered vividly how that man had upset Tylan from time to time, and a few phone calls after he'd dropped out pertaining to his father as well.
"Calls it a favor." Tylan said with a nod. "Gets me out of the house I suppose. And off waiting tables. Can't really complain I guess. All the law and none of the conflict. You get to handle all that." A smile moved across his lips as he looked up at her. "I haven't really been up to much." he admitted. "Just the usual. Working and going home. Tends to be a routine. What about you. Aside from working and going home? Break from the day to day grind, or are you as dull as I am now that college is over and done with?"
"I work, and go home and work out, and I still play violin. And read. Yeah. I guess I'm still boring...sorry." She looked over at the screen saver on her computer screen, fingertips brushing lightly around the rim of her mug. "You know it's funny." She chuckled and looked up at him. "Always thought you were the exciting one freshman and sophomore year." She caught his eyes for a moment but looked back down again quickly, starting to slowly toss out papers she didn't need, though he was a beautiful excuse to get away from doing that for a while. Just...an all around sight for sore eyes really.
Blue-green eyes tried their damnedest to focus on something other than the girls face, but it was hard. He hadn't seen her in... well, so long he almost forgot what she looked like. Okay, maybe not that far. Tylan could never forget what she looked like. It wasn't possible to do that. He let out a little breath and glanced around the room. "Well, maybe I was. I'd like to think I still am fun." he shrugged. "Guess it depends. Anyway, where should I start?" he asked, looking at the mounds of papers. "Am I just filing for you or is there something else you'd like done?"
"If you have a blow torch handy, then maybe you could do this for me. At this point, we'd both have to tackle this to get it done." She was reluctant to start again after the scant five minutes of rest she'd had, however, and tried her best to change the subject. "So how's life, then, other than the fact that you now have the messiest boss ever?" She wondered, suddenly, if he'd been matched. If he'd found someone on his own. And then she found herself wondering why the thought pissed her off. She needed sleep.
He shrugged as he picked up the first file folder to sort through. "Same as always. Sunday calls back home to my mother to let her know I'm alive. Tuesday night chats with Travis to listen to him talk about how amazing California still is. Thursday dinners with Dad no matter how much I try to get out of them." he sighed. "Same as always." he said again.
She smiled almost sadly then and nodded, glancing down at the near forgotten papers and then at her half-empty mug. "I wish you could've had my dad for a little while." She said with a chuckle, looking up at him. "You'd actually want to have dinner with him." She missed her parents, but everything she'd done on her own had made her strong enough to deal with that. "My sister hasn't really been talking to me much the past few months. I kind of have the feeling she got paired and just...doesn't have time." She shrugged then and sighed. "You clean up nice." She remarked, opening her desk drawer and fiddling around with a few things.
"I try." he chuckled, glancing down at himself and giving his tie a little flick. "Don't you think that your sister would have let you know if she got paired?" he asked. "I mean... you'd tell your friends and family if you did, wouldn't you?" It was sort of Tylan's way of asking her just that. If she'd been paired. If she had a husband, though the thought of it made him slightly sick to his stomach.
Her jaw clenched and she didn't respond for a long while as her hands stilled before she shut the drawer and crossed her arms over her lap, shaking her head. "I don't know if she would've told me or not." She murmured, trying to look up at him though her gaze didn't really make it past his chest. "I...yeah...I'd tell mine...I guess...If I lived long enough to make it to a phone." She was visibly shaken at the mention of being paired, which was very, very odd for Riley Alden. In fact all through college, save a few conversations with him where she slipped up, she'd been nothing short of a veritable statue.
Well, she hadn't been paired. At least not as far as he could tell, though she didn't look like she wanted to be paired at all. "Ah." he said. "Well... guess you've still got time. I mean there's the whole weekend and maybe you won't even be paired in the next one." he said, giving her a little smile. "You never know. You could be lost in translation and just not get paired at all." he grinned, really hoping to alleviate the girls tension.
"A weekend." She responded, finally meeting his eyes. "I had no childhood. I haven't had a day off ...since before elementary school. I don't have friends. I don't have...a life. All for this. All to be sitting here. And a weekend is supposed to make me feel better?" That Irish flared up in her, eyes glinting faintly in anger, not at him, but at...well...everything, really. "Ty...hell..I'm sorry." She finished off her coffee and promptly stood to journey back to the now much lower pot in the corner. Her hands shook as she poured herself another mug.
Tylan sighed and leaned back in the chair, folding one leg across the other and resting the file on his knee. "One, you do have friends. Obviously. Or do I not count anymore?" he asked, eyes trailing over to her as she poured another cup of coffee. "And I know a weekend doesn't mean much, but I don't know what else to tell you. After Monday if you don't get paired, you'll have two more weeks. I wish I could guarantee or give you a set date when you're gonna be paired or whatever, but I don't know, Ri..." he shrugged.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry about it." She replied softly, looking out her office window and crossing one arm over her chest, the other lifting her mug to her lips so she could take a sip. Black. That was how she'd been drinking it lately, anyway, and with a touch of whiskey when she was at home. She turned just a bit to smile at him, though even she couldn't tell if she meant it anymore. "Just kind of fucked, is all." She replied quietly before once again moving to sit in her chair. "Sorry. I'm usually more professional. Everyone has a breaking point though." She started trying her best to get the files in order then, and as she was getting the first few together to explain them to him one of the maintenance crew knocked upon and opened her door. "Ms. Alden...all the big wigs are gone already. Did you need something? We'll be needing to lock up soon..." She frowned, then, and glanced down at her watch. "I'll be out soon." She told the elderly man, looking rather ruffled as she watched the door shut. She looked up at Tylan then. "Um...this stuff has to be done by Monday...which means I'll be taking it all home." She looked more than just frazzled as she dragged an already heavy file box towards her and started shoving folders back into it. "I'd understand if you wanted time and a half for helping me out after hours..."
Tylan shook his head. "No, it's okay. I don't mind helping." he assured her. "What all needs to go and I'll get it boxed up. My car's outside so I can take most of it. Where do you live?"
"Harbor Steps. I walk." She replied, standing and lifting the box with surprising ease for such a small woman, though the second was heavier and she huffed faintly getting it onto the desk. "I've never been a boss before. So...work with me here, okay? I'll try my best."
"I just moved there." he grinned. "A couple days ago. Dad was driving me crazy when I lived so close to him and I needed to move anyway to be closer to work. I can give you a ride. No need to walk when I gotta go to the same place anyway." He watched her lift the boxes and moved over to take her place in doing so. "Here." he said, reaching in his pocket for his keys. "Green Honda out front. You unlock, I'll lug the heavy boxes, yeah?"
"Alright but I could if I wanted to." She grumbled in response, knowing full well it would've taken her two rather unpleasant trips to do it. She took the keys and when they made it to the care she unlocked it and opened the back door for him. "Green. I like green." She remarked before handing him the keys and getting in the passenger seat. Once he'd settled in the seat next to her she fell quiet, lost deep in thoughts of could haves and should haves.
He'd put the boxes inside the back seat and then took the keys back from her, sliding himself into the driver's side and pulling his buckle across his lap. She didn't speak, so he didn't either. Not the whole ride to Harbor Steps. Not on the way to her apartment. He let her open the door and stepped inside, setting the boxes down in her living room and giving her a smile. "Well... where should we start?'
"I don't even know. You can set up at the coffee table right in there." She responded softly. "If you start sorting some of this into folders, I'm gonna get changed and then I'll go make us some drinks and possibly order some food. What would you like?" She headed for her bedroom which was to the left once you entered, and shut the door most of the way before she changed into a pair of jogging pants and an old track shirt from high school that matched. She came back out with the phone in hand and her crimson hair down, slightly wavy because it'd been up, and just brushing past her shoulders. She'd cleaned off her makeup, too, and her freckles were showing, but he saw them for two years so she didn't see why he'd care now. She held up the phone and pointed at it. "Do you want pizza?" She asked as she moved into the living room and sat down with her legs folded beneath her across the table from him. She pulled the smaller box towards herself and started thumbing through it.
"Pizza's fine." he said with a smile, sitting now on the couch, leg crossed and loosening his tie. He dropped it on the coffee table and began rifling through a folder, sorting files to where they were supposed to be.
She nodded and called up the nearest place that delivered. She didn't need a phone book. She knew all the takeout numbers by heart. There wasn't much point in constantly cooking for yourself. It got old after a while. Once she'd ordered it she pulled out a case file and moved to sit on the floor in front of the couch, a couple feet from the cushion he was sitting on. She drew her knees to her chest and chewed lightly at her fingernail as she read, sighing and eventually leaning forward to grab her black horn rimmed glasses from the coffee table. She slid them on and focused once more on the paper before her. "How's it going?" She asked distractedly a few minutes later, though her eyes never left the small type of the page she was on.
Tylan put down the first sorted file and picked up another to situate. "One down. A billion to go." he smiled, eyes moving to the girl on the floor. "You know... I'm not going to bite you." he told her. "You don't have to sit down there."
"I don't, hm?" She asked, removing her glasses and looking up at him. She gave him a half-smile. This one actually reached her eyes. She stood and set her folder next to him on the couch before making her way to the kitchen. She didn't return again until she had a pot of water boiling for some hot chocolate and another batch of pain killers in her stomach. She curled up on the couch on the cushion next to him, small body made even smaller by how she was sitting, hunched over her work with her thumb once again at her lips, teeth running over her nail every now and again though she never it through it. She was careful about that now that she was employed. She wanted to look good, not like someone with as many anxiety problems as she actually had.
He reached over to take her hand, pulling it away from her mouth. "Don't worry. We'll get it done. You seem so nervous. Like you don't think you're going to get through it or something. We'll get the files done before you even realize. It's not even as big a mess as you think it is."
She jumped as he took her hand, and her eyes darted up to meet his as she suddenly found herself unable to breathe. "Yeah...I know. I know." She murmured in response, letting her hand linger in his for a while longer than she should've before she pulled away, careful to keep it away from her mouth that time is as she read. Not too long later the pizza arrived and she walked to the door, paying, tipping, and heading for the kitchen with the box. She finished the hot chocolate up and poured her usual shot of whiskey into hers before looking into the living room at Tylan. "Do you take your hot chocolate hard or regular?" She asked, still holding the small glass bottle in her hand.
She jumped as he took her hand, and her eyes darted up to meet his as she suddenly found herself unable to breathe. "Yeah...I know. I know." She murmured in response, letting her hand linger in his for a while longer than she should've before she pulled away, careful to keep it away from her mouth that time is as she read. Not too long later the pizza arrived and she walked to the door, paying, tipping, and heading for the kitchen with the box. She finished the hot chocolate up and poured her usual shot of whiskey into hers before looking into the living room at Tylan. "Do you take your hot chocolate hard or regular?" She asked, still holding the small glass bottle in her hand.
"Hard works." he smiled. "Though I can't say I've ever put liquor in my hot chocolate. Is the filing and my company so bad you need a fix?" he teased, shifting papers from one file to another where they were supposed to be.
"Not at all." She responded, smiling over at him and putting half a shot in his mug as well. "I think you know that, though, compliment fisher." She opened the box of pizza and placed a couple pieces on two plates before bringing everything into the living room carefully and sitting it on the table. She walked over to him and handed him his mug, reaching up to ruffle his wavy hair at the same time before she moved to sit next to him again, drinking her hot chocolate first and then working on her pizza a bit distractedly as she finished her file and then started reading another one, brow always furrowed and her eyes barely ever blinking behind her glasses.
Tylan took a sip of his hot chocolate and a bite of pizza with one hand as he fiddled through the files with the other. Taking a moment to reach into his pocket and snag his reading glasses. He dispised the things. They made him look smarter, sure, but they also made him look a bit dorky, at least in his opinion, but the more he read without them, the more his eyes hurt so he was forced to deal. "See, we're making progress." he told her as he finished off yet another file and put it on the growing stack of 'done'. "We'll be done in no time."
"I believe you." She murmured softly, slowly drawing her legs up onto the couch and curling up a bit with her file in her lap. She'd finished her food and her beverage and she was completely focused now, barely noticing as she let her head come to rest on his shoulder to make it easier on her neck with the way she was reading.
He finished off his pizza and chased it with his hot chocolate, reaching a little to replace his mug on the coffee table and grab another file. He didn't say a word when she rested her head against his shoulder. He didn't mind it. The warmth and weight of her against him was somewhat comforting and he wasn't about to tell her to move. He couldn't help but let a little smile move across his face.
By the time she'd finished reading what she had left her eyes were drooping faintly in boredom, though if he hadn't been next to her she'd have fallen asleep long ago. She looked almost startled when she realized she was leaning on him, and sat up quickly, moving over to her file box and replacing the last folder. She glanced at the clock and raised her brows. Hm. Only midnight. They'd made some pretty good progress. She looked over at him from across the short distance she'd walked, and took off her glasses so she could rub her eyes. "How are you coming along over there?" She asked softly, almost reluctantly. She didn't want him to be done. She didn't want him to leave her alone, like she'd been every night for her entire life.
"Just about finished." he told her with a little smile and a glance up in her direction. "Last file. Shouldn't take me that long. I'll be out of your hair soon." he promised. "Then you can get yourself some sleep." Not that Tylan was really ready to leave, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
"Oh." Was all she said, shifting from foot to foot in place almost nervously before she disappeared into her bedroom and came back out to curl up in an arm chair across the room from him. She was chewing at her thumb nail lightly, red hair held up in a pony tail now though a few wisps fell against her petite face. She looked over at him every now and again, watching as he put that last file up, and shifting a bit where she sat.
"Well then. All set." he told her, shooting her a grin. "Guess I should get outta here, let you get some rest." he suggested. "You look tired." He moved towards the girl and brushed a few of those wisps away from her face, tucking them behind her ear.
Her head turned towards that hand very faintly before she stood slowly, her body against his with how close he'd been to the chair. her eyes were level with his chest, and that's exactly where she stared for the few moments she stood there. She swallowed, then, past the lump in her throat, and turned from him to walk him to the door to hide the faint glistening in her eyes. She stood by it waiting with her hand on the knob, her eyes cut slightly to the side to watch him.
He took a breath as she moved past him and towards the door. He grabbed his jacket and drapped it over his arm and walked toward her, reaching up to pull his glasses off and tuck them into his shirt pocket. "It was good seeing you again." he smiled. "Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning." he promised. "Need a ride to work?"
She never looked up at him as he stood there, hand still holding the door shut and her lower lip trembling faintly, just barely noticeably. She felt like she was going to faint, be sick, and die all at the same time. She was just going to let him go. Again. When all she'd been wanting for so long was a second chance not to be an unreachable prude to him. A tear slipped down her cheek then, and she turned her head to the side to hide it, opening the door but not enough.
Tylan arched a brow ever so slightly at the girl when she turned her head. He caught her lower lip slightly trembling and wondered what was wrong. He reached out to catch her chin with his fingertips, moving her head so he could look at her and that's when he caught sight of that little tear. He reached up to wipe it away and just stared at her. "What? What'd I do?"
She shook her head faintly, though she didn't pull away from that gentle grip. She mouthed a silent "nothing" because her vocal cords just wouldn't let anything come out. She shut her eyes tightly then, and brought a hand up to cover her face, and then run over her hair. "I'm sorry." She suddenly whispered, her voice cracking as her tiny hands trembled, so she crossed her arms and finally pulled back a bit, shaking her head. "This isn't' your fault." She breathed, having to take a deep breath in as soon as the words had left, her chest heaving faintly with it. "It's fucking selfish of me to think that after how I treated you in college I should expect you to stay."
"If you want me to stay, just tell me and I'll stay." Tylan said as if there was no reason why he wouldn't stay. Because, well there wasn't. "You just gotta tell me why you're crying. I don't understand, Ri."
"Because I threw everything away for no fucking reason." She responded, looking up at him suddenly as another tear fell, but this one she wiped away on her own. "I threw you away. For nothing." Her voice died out after that and she stared down at the floor suddenly. "And it wasn't worth it. It isn't worth it. It never was."
"What are you talking about 'threw me away'?" he asked. He didn't fully understand half of her ramblings, but he reached up to shut the door. "You never threw me away. I'm still around aren't I? If you're talkin' about college... Riley that was years ago. You had focus, you had work, you had thinks that you had to do and I don't fault you not even for a second at wanting to make something of yourself. So don't you start faulting yourself either."
"Yeah and look at me now." She whispered, arms still crossed over her slight chest. "Possibly two days away from finding out what stranger I'm going to get fucked and impregnated by." She looked up at him, an almost scared, helpless expression on her face. "I could've given you whatever you wanted, and had none of this, but I would've had you. Now...now I'll have none of this...and a stranger."
Tylan sighed and reached out to pull her tiny body against his. It wasn't a great feat, but he thought she needed to be held, or something. He rested his chin against the top of her head and let out a little sigh. "And then what? We were still kids." he pointed out. "What if it wouldn't have worked out. What if we'd been stupid and ended up apart either way. You'd still have a stranger." he sighed. "Riley, don't do this to yourself. You don't even know what's going to happen when the pairing goes through. For all you know you could get someone you know. For all you know you could get me." he shrugged. "Just don't think about it."
Her small arms wrapped around his waist slowly and she pressed her face against his chest, suddenly glad she'd taken off what little makeup she'd had on. "I don't want you to go." She whispered suddenly, pulling back faintly and moving her hand up to his chest. "I don't want you to go this time." She toyed with the collar of his shirt and then moved her hand back down, waiting for his response.
"I live in the same building, Riley." he told her. "I work for you. I'm not going anywhere." he promised, brushing a hand across the top of her head and her ponytail.
"I mean I don't want you to go anywhere tonight." She responded in a barely audible whisper, lifting her gaze to stare into her eyes. She'd never, ever, ever put herself out there like this to be rejected, but be damned if she'd let him slip away again...even if it was just for one night. Even if it ended up meaning nothing to him.
Tylan just looked at her for a moment. "Riley, what are you saying?" he questioned. "You want me... to... what? Stay here? I don't..." He sighed and brushed a hand across his face and over his hair. He didn't know what to say to her, wasn't sure what he could say to her. "Fine. I won't leave, but no more crying, okay?"
She reached up, then, petite hand finding his cheek and her thumb stroking softly over his cheek bone. "I'm not making you stay." She murmured, brow furrowed and her gaze serious. "I'm asking you to."
"Okay. Well... I'm here." he told her, liking the feeling of her hand against his face. He didn't know what was running through his mind, he just hoped that the tears weren't going to come again.
"I see that." She replied quietly, a half smile making its way to her face as her hand moved up into his hair and stroke through it softly. "If you could do one thing in your life differently, Tylan, what do you suppose it'd be?"
He shrugged as he thought about it. Her hand sliding up into his hair, a stretch for the tiny girl. He leaned a bit and that leaning motion brought it to his attention what he'd do. He moved a hand to capture her cheek. "This." he said simply and pressed a light little kiss against her lips. "I would have done that in college. I wouldn't change anything else."
"Yeah." She murmured quietly, eyes falling half-shut and her hand suddenly holding him close at the nape of his neck. There was no way she could reach his lips without him leaning like this, and she didn't want to let him back up. That kiss had sent sparks through her body, but she'd somehow responded, returning it with absolutely no apprehension. His lips had felt perfect against hers, and her free hand came up to stroke over the side of his neck and his shoulder lightly. "If I had to change one thing..." She murmured, lips no more than an inch from his and her cheeks flushed just a bit. "I would've let you know that I wanted you to."
His lips quirked up into a little grin and he nodded. "You wanted me to?" he asked softly. "Still want me to?"
"Yes." She murmured quietly, slowly wrapping an arm around his neck and resting her forehead against his temple. "Still."
"Come on, come sit." he said softly, slowly untangling himself from her arms and taking her hand to lead her over to the couch. He pulled her down into his lap. Tiny little thing she was. He brushed his hand through her hair and gave her a weak little smile.
Riley shifted over him faintly and settled against him comfortably, one leg on either side of his lap and her hands resting lightly on his collarbones near his neck. She returned the smile then and leaned into that hand toying with her hair, eyes falling shut at the feeling and one of her hands moving to stroke over his strong shoulder gently. "You suppose your lap is more ergonomic than the couch, for me, Ty?" She asked jokingly, albeit a bit distractedly. She'd never really let anyone touch her like this, and it was positively hypnotic.
"I don't know about more ergonomic." he grinned. "Sure improves my view when I can just look at you without having to turn my head."
"Smooth as always, I see." She replied, eventually leaning in almost apprehensively to rest her cheek against his shoulder, lips almost touching the side of his neck and her hand stroking over his chest. "Well, Mr. Rico Suave, I don't mind being here."
He smiled a bit at that. "If I was smooth it wouldn't have taken me so long to kiss you." he pointed out.
"Come on, seven years isn't that bad." She murmured quietly, slowly moving her arms to wrap around his lower back. She pressed a bit closer and lifted her head a bit, pressing her lips lightly, almost questioningly to the side of his mouth. "If you wanted to make up for it, though...I guess I wouldn't mind."
Tylan didn't have to be asked twice. He turned his head just a bit to catch her lips fully once more. Soft and light little movements of his mouth against hers. Taking in her taste, her smell, the way she felt against him. It was all everything he'd wanted and more and it was happening, but at the same time it couldn't have come at a worse time. The impending lottery... it was almost too much to handle, but he wasn't about to stop.
Riley stroked over his back gently as she felt his lips press against hers. Every second was more than she'd imagined it would be, and if she'd known what she knew now she wouldn't have wasted all these years she could've possibly been doing this with him. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she parted her lips faintly, teeth catching his full lower lip for only a moment before one hand caught the back of his head and she parted her lips a bit against his, just barely brushing the tip of her tongue over the silky petals pressed against hers.
He parted his own lips, sucking her tongue lightly into his mouth and moving it against hers. His hand slid upwards across her sides and then dipped back, slowly moving across her back and down to her waistline. Tylan tilted his head just a bit to deepen the kiss slightly, moving cautiously as the lip-lock continued.
She stroked gently down the side of his face and neck before letting her hand come to rest on the cushion of the couch behind him. She broke the kiss a moment later and took in a shaky breath, slowly lowering her head to kiss along his jaw lightly and then nuzzle his cheek for a moment. She turned her head a bit as she spoke, her voice a quiet murmur against his cheek. "Ty...what are you thinking right now..."
"Getting paired..." he said honestly. "And I know that sucks and I shouldn't be thinking about it and god I just wanna keep kissing you..." he sighed. Tylan wanted to think about anything but the lottery but it was there in the room big as life itself and there was no way to get away from it.
"Don't. Don't think about that." She whispered before kissing his cheek, leaning back just a bit and pulling her shirt up and off, taking one of his large hands in her own and pressing it against her flat, toned stomach, guiding it to run higher before she let go. "You wouldn't let me. I won't let you. Nothing matters but you right now." She reached up then and stroked his hair from his eyes in a rather tender motion. "And you don't have to stop kissing me."
Tylan let a breath out as his fingertips slid upwards and cupped her chest through her bra. His lips moved to hers once more, soft little kisses as he pushed the lottery away from his mind. It didn't matter. It wasn't right now. He didn't have to think about it right now. She was there and she was soft and she was shirtless. Dear god she was shirtless.
She gasped lightly as his warm hand cupped her through her thin, dark sports bra, and she returned every kiss he gifted her even as her hand made a shaky route over the buttons of his shirt, eventually managing to get them all undone. Her slender stomach tensed as she gasped when a firm part of his palm brushed against her hardened nipple. She felt like she was on fire, and her pale complexion wasn't exactly hiding the fact that her skin wish heavily flushed.
His fingertips slid down to the band of the sports bra, slowly urging it upwards enough to free her chest. He didn't know what he was doing but he was drawing from every porn he'd ever seen on television, working from those as inspiration. His mouth slid downwards as he pulled the bra up, hoping she'd let him take it off. Lips closed around one hardened nipple, lightly sucking and biting at the little nub, fingers still working to pull the bra up.
Riley was shaking like a leaf in his lap, pulling her hands from him to lift the bra free from her upper body. She whimpered quietly at the feeling of lips and tongue against her sensitive nipple and her arms wrapped around his neck for a moment before her hand found his hair and her fingers tangled in the soft, wavy locks. God...she couldn't believe what he was doing to her right now. What she was letting him do to her. He must've done this a million times. She was going to make a fool of herself behaving like this...and she wished she could better hide how much he was affecting her.
Tylan hadn't done it a million times. He'd never done it at all in fact, but he wasn't about to tell her that. That was too much information. She'd probably had lovers. Probably had men touch her like he was touching her now, but he tried not to think about that, focusing more on what he was doing and how she was responding. He slid his mouth away from her nipple and up her chest to kiss and suck at her neck, one hand sliding into her hair and grabbing that hair-tie to pull it down.
As soon as the tie was gone her crimson locks fell down around her face and against her shoulders once more as her head tilted to the side and she let out a quiet, shy moan as he sucked over her neck. Apparently a very sensitive spot for her, as it had her entire body tensing each time he did it. Her hand eventually made its way into his shirt, brushing over his chest and then pushing his dress shirt away from him before she pulled away slowly, but tugged him with her as she lay back onto the couch, though her legs weren't spread for him, not yet, just pulled up and both of them resting against the back of the couch, bent at the knee to give him room to move over her.
The little sounds she made sent a fire rushing through his body, straight for his core. Then she was moving the shirt off his body and running those soft fingers over his chest. The shirt didn't last long, getting discarded easily as she moved to lay on the couch, pulling him over her. One hand kept him balanced above her, the other was pressed lightly against her side, slowly sliding upwards to brush across her cheek.
Riley looked up at him and then down along his body before she turned her head towards that gentle hand as it moved over her warm cheek. She reached up to run her hands over his chest and down his bare sides before she moved up along the couch just a bit to prop her head against the arm, cautiously moving one of her legs underneath him and to the other side. This motion had her tense again as she drew her knees up very faintly, her track pants rustling against his slacks and her arms finding their way around his back to his shoulders.
He had no idea what he was doing. Wasn't sure how to move. How to brush against her, how to touch her. A complete loss for experience. Playing by ear. She was drawing him closer to her and moving her legs on either side of his body. He let out a little breath as his chest pressed against hers, skin on skin. He kissed along her jaw. "We don't have to do this..." he whispered, even though he wasn't sure what 'this' might be.
"I hate to burst your bubble here, but I really, really want to." She responded quietly, her voice shaking as she spoke and her fingertips finding his face. She leaned up a bit, forcing him to move up as well, and she reached down for his belt, undoing it slowly as her lips found his chest in a light, barely there series of kisses. She lay back down once his belt and pants were undone, and drew him closer by his hips, eyes shutting tightly as she felt that first hint of weight between her legs when she pulled him close, and the delicate bridge of her nose brushed along his strong jaw line.
"Here?" he questioned, kissing her cheek softly. "Don't you want... maybe... the bedroom?" he offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable there on the couch. His brain was going a mile a minute when she pulled his belt loose and undid that button. Silently freaking out on the inside that he might be doing this for the first time. He half wanted to tell her, but didn't. Part of him thinking maybe he'd get a bit of leeway if she thought he wasn't sure what to do. Another part telling him he might not get to at all if she knew.
"That's fine, Ty." She murmured in response, standing slowly from beneath him and taking his hand. She pulled him up and made her way towards the half of the apartment her bedroom was in, muscles in her back shifting under pale, heavily freckled skin. Once they made it in the door, she stopped there, turning to face him as she leaned against the open door and stroked over his hip, staring once more at the chest she was at the same level with. "Do you want the lights on or off?" She tried her best to keep the nervous tremor out of her voice, hoping he'd just think she was turned on. She didn't want him to know. She didn't want him to know because she wanted him to be the one and not some stranger. Maybe she could play it off. She had no idea what it would feel like, having never even touched herself much less let anyone else near her body, but...she wanted him to feel good, not worry about hurting her.
He wasn't sure what to say and it appeared on his face. A nervous little look and then a shrug. "I... whichever you rather." he told her, hoping she wouldn't notice his slight stammering or the look on his face. Maybe she'd just think he was excited or something. Hopefully. Maybe.
She turned the lights on, but only dimly, and she moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it after she pulled her track pants off, which left her in only a pair of black underwear. She was leaned forward a bit, looking up at him and hoping he'd come cover her again soon. Nobody had ever seen her like this...she didn't know how he felt about her body. How anyone did really. If it wasn't good...she figured the less time he had to see it the better. "Come here." She murmured softly, gentle, vivid green eyes finding his cerulean ones and holding his gaze.
Tylan held onto his slacks as he moved towards her. The thin black material doing little to hide his arousal. He swallowed air as he looked down at her, using his free hand to brush her hair away from her face, slowly toeing off his shoes and sliding them away. His socks followed quickly. "You sure this is what you want?" he asked her.
"Yes. Of course it is." She replied with a faint smile, glancing down at his tented boxers and then back up at his handsome face. She moved back a bit and sat in the middle of the bed, glancing at the spot next to her and then looking up at him. She wondered faintly how men liked to do this. She'd never even seen it done, having opted to stay away from porn. She'd always worried if she saw it, she'd want it more. "How do you want me?" She asked, slowly moving to the headboard and leaning her shoulders back against it. Her blush wasn't going away. On the contrary, the red of it was rivaling the amount of freckles on her cheeks and chest, and nothing she could think of was making it leave. She wished it would, though. She hated being so damned pale. She hated the damned freckles. And she was trying to focus on something else, while at the same time praying he'd crawl back on top of her because she'd never felt anything as ...good...as having his weight against her body.
"I..." he said, hand brushing over the back of his neck. "Listen..." he finally said after a little cough to clear his throat. "I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. If you tell anyone I swear I'll deny it, but I don't know how I want you because I've never done this before and... god I feel really stupid." he breathed. His eyes looking down at the floor.
"Don't feel stupid." She murmured softly, moving from the bed and over to him to wrap her arms around his back. "It's pretty obvious your body knows what to do." She rested her forehead against his chest, then, and shut her eyes for a moment, gather her thoughts before speaking again. "And I really, really don't want you to stop." She couldn't tell him now...he'd be too terrified to even move if she did. And she wanted him with every fiber of her being...she couldn't say something that would make him leave. "Come on, Ty." She pulled him towards the bed, then, and pulling her underwear off. She let them fall to the floor and then grabbed the back of his thigh, pulling him over onto the bed and on top of her. Her hand then found the waist band of his boxers, and her lips found his slightly dimpled chin and kissed it before she spoke once more. "Do what feels right. I promise you you won't mess up. I promise...please..."
Tylan let out a breath as he worked himself free of his pants and boxers, sliding them down and off the bed as he settled himself on top of her. He couldn't deny that. Not when she was practically begging for him. He didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do, or how to move. He just knew that this girl he'd wanted for so long now wanted him and he wasn't about to let that chance slip through his fingers.
As soon as he was above her, completely naked, her nerves were shot, and she stroked over his shoulders to try and steady herself, unable for the time being to look into his eyes. "Do you want me?" She asked suddenly, breath and voice catching in her throat as her smooth, pale thighs brushed against the outsides of his legs. "I mean..part of you does...I'm not blind." She finally looked up at him, brow furrowed with worry. "But does the rest of you? I want to hear you say it..." She stroked over his cheek in an almost soothing touch, then, keeping her hand there as she waited.
"Of course the rest of me does." he breathed. The words came out as if she'd just asked him the most insane question of all, because, well, she had. "How could you possibly not know that?" he asked. "Are you really that oblivious of my feelings for you?"
"I guess I'm oblivious about a lot of things." She whispered, running her hand down his arm as she looked over his shoulder and then back up at him. "You can either tell me now...or show me...and tell me again later." She reached down to stroke over his lower abdomen between their bodies before her hand found his length, petite digits wrapping around the girth slowly just to feel him.
"I want you." he whispered through a little groan of a noise as her fingers wrapped around him. "Oh god..." Tylan breathed out. Sure he'd touched himself before, but that didn't come close to feeling anything like it felt to have someone else do it. To have her touching him. Skin on skin. Soft velvety flesh against his hardened member. It took all he had to not go over the edge at that little grasp.
"I'm yours." She murmured against his cheek as her eyes fell shut and she moved her free hand along the small of his back as her other hand stroked over his length, just timid, testing fingertips over that heated skin. She whimpered quietly, and hid her face against the side of his neck. She pulled her hand away and spread her legs a bit more, though her thighs were twitching faintly even as she did. "I'm yours whenever you want me. I swear it." She whispered breathlessly, moving her body down a bit beneath him and letting his length brush against her inner thigh.
"You can't swear it." he whispered as he slid his hips closer to hers, letting his length press hard against soft, warm wetness. "The lottery... you could get a husband..." he breathed. "You'll just have tonight... I can't... You can't promise me forever." And Tylan knew she couldn't. Knew that after this, she might be married off. Have a husband, get pregnant. He wouldn't have a choice but to suppress his feelings. But god did he want her now.
"Don't belittle me, Ty." She whispered as she pressed her lips against Tylan's. "I don't waste time saying shit I don't mean. You know that. If I say I'm yours I'm fucking yours..." She went quiet as she felt him against her, and she lifted herself faintly on one elbow before laying back down beneath him. She bit her lower lip and tucked her head back into the crook of his neck as a tremor shook her small body. That pressure against her had her heart beating a mile a minute