Elsie Sawyer (pen_pal_elsie) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-03-15 03:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | elsie strahm, ethan sawyer |
Who: Elsie and Ethan Sawyer
What: Their first date!
When: Backdated to Saturday, March 7th after Ethan's interview
Where: Their apartment, an Italian restaurant, and their apartment again
Rating: NC-17 for sexual suggestion at the beginning and situation at the end
Status: Complete
Ethan had made reservations at a nice little Italian restaurant, really hoping that Elsie liked Italian. He would have bought tickets for a movie too, but he figured he'd let Elsie decide what she wanted to watch. After confirming the reservation, he headed into the bedroom where Elsie was. "So, get ready." he smiled. "We're going out."
Elsie looked up from her desk, a pencil tucked behind her ear. She was editing some papers she had written for her own personal uses, and papers were scattered everywhere. Earlier in the day she had tried organizing the mess a bit, but then she had looked at one of the pages and felt the urge to write. So she sat down and went to work, all the way until her husband walked into the bedroom. "We're...going out?" she repeated, eyebrows raised. "To where?"
"To dinner. And a movie. Because we haven't had a date yet, so we're doing that. Get dressed." he smiled. "Come on, we don't got all night. Reservations are for at seven and it's already almost six. And I know you're gonna take forever."
"You do, do you?" she asked with a snort. "I can get ready in plenty of time. Hell, we'd probably have time for a quickie and I could get ready in time--but for that comment, no quickies for you." She rose from her desk, forgetting the pencil behind her ear and pushing the chair in.
Ethan smiled and walked over to her, brushing a hand across her cheek and then reaching up to pull the pencil away. "Forgetting something, princess?" he asked. "That excited for our first date?"
"Or I'm just forgetful," Elsie retorted, snatching the pencil from him and tossing it on the desk. Turning away from him she headed to the closet, pulling the door open and looking at her selections thoughtfully.
"You're such a brat." he told her as he walked up behind her and slipped his hands around her waist from behind. "So, how sexy are you going to look tonight?" he asked, lightly kissing upwards across her neck to her ear. "Gonna wear something that'll let me at least get through dinner?"
"Not if you keep kissing on me," she replied slyly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "At that rate we might not even get to dinner." She placed her hands on his and gave them a gentle squeeze before pulling them away. "Do you want to be surprised or do you want to watch me change?" she asked, having decided on a dress.
"How bout you surprise me?" he suggested. "I already got a shower, but I can change in the living room while you get dressed." Ethan smiled, taking her hand to pull her close enough that he could steal a kiss before grabbing the clothes he was going to be wearing from the closet.
She waited until he left the room before pulling out the dress she had in mind. She inspected it carefully to make sure there were no wrinkles or lint on it; satisfied, she removed it from the hangar, which she placed back in the closet. Elsie stepped out of the clothes she was wearing then paused, deciding to go with more risque underwear. She forewent the bra completely and put on some black lacy panties to match the black dress. It was a halter-top that was thigh-length, curve-hugging, and backless. She grabbed a pair of heels out of her closet then straightened her hair before leaving the room.
Ethan was buttoning up the white button-down shirt he'd picked out when she opened the door. He was facing away from her, so he finished up with the buttons and began tucking his shirt in as he turned. He got about half of the shirt tucked and just paused, wide-eyed as he looked over his wife. "Okay... I don't think we're gonna make it through dinner." he told her.
"Too bad," she said, barely containing her pleasure at his reaction. "I didn't put all this on so I could just take it back off immediately. If it's too much, I could always go change..." she offered, taking a step back toward their bedroom.
He shook his head and walked towards her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her closer, but not touching him. A little goofy grin slid across his face, his boyish features lighting up like a christmas tree. He twirled Elsie a bit to get a good look at her. "Oh the torment, but tonight... tonight will be worth it." he smiled. "Hopefully you like Italian."
She enjoyed the twirling, and it showed on her face when she stopped, facing him. "I love Italian," she said, moving closer to him. "Tonight is going to be great, I'm sure." Still smiling, she planted a light kiss on his lips.
He smiled against her mouth and it only widened as she pulled away. He reluctantly released her and finished tucking his shirt into his black slacks. "Good. I was hoping you did." he said with a little nod. "Lemme grab my jacket and we'll get outta here."
"Okay," she said, walking over to the door to wait for him. She opened it up and glanced out into the hall curiously, though no one was around. She smiled at him when he walked over. "I'm ready when you are, hubby."
Ethan slipped his arms into his jacket and tucked his wallet and cellphone in his pockets. Snagging his keys up from the coffee table, he took her hand and lead her away from the apartment and down to his car. Once there, he pulled the door open for her. "My lady." he smiled.
"You seem to get a kick out of that chivalry thing you have going on there, babe," she pointed out, though she didn't mind his actions at all. She carefully sat down in the car, so as to not flash anyone who might walk by. She made sure to add, "Thank you." Then she buckled her seatbelt.
He shook his head as he closed the door, a grin playing on his lips. He slid himself in the driver's side and glanced over at her. "I could always be an ass and let you open your doors, carry your umbrella's pull out your own chair." he shrugged. "Up to you, baby."
"As long as you aren't pulling the chair out from under me, we don't have a problem, baby." Elsie smirked at him. "Are we actually going to eat at this restaurant or are we going to impulsively go on another unintentional hunger strike? I can see it just now: we sit down, you drop a fork and accidentally catch sight of the underwear I have on, you drag me out of the restaurant like some caveman and we spend the rest of the night in bed."
Ethan raised a brow at her as he cranked the car. "Exactly what kind of underwear do you have on?" he questioned. "And if they're exceptionally good, I might not make it to the bed. We'll end up in the backseat out in an alleyway." he teased.
She could have just given him a vague answer, or none at all, but she suddenly had the urge to tease him. Slowly she lifted the edge of her skirt up, as if she were checking to see what her panties looked like, as if she had forgotten. "Bikini style. Black. Lacy--a flower print. Very see-through."
He swallowed and forced himself to think about things other than lacy black, bikini style, see through, flower printed underwear. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" he asked as he pulled away from their apartment building and headed off towards the restaurant.
"If I were trying to kill you I'd stage an accident, honey, not describe my panties. Although, since you're driving, one could very well lead to the other." She smirked, leaning toward him slightly. "By the way, one of these days you might want to take us for a long, dark ride--if you catch my drift."
He couldn't help the little frown that slid across his face at the mention of staging an accident. He didn't even catch the rest of her statement as he focused on the road. His thoughts had drifted to his parents. The accident. The breaks. The lies. It was all lies. But he couldn't prove it. He didn't say anything to her, didn't turn his head. All of his attention was on the road before them.
At first she couldn't understand why he was upset. Wasn't that something men liked? But then it hit her: 'They were driving and there was an accident and they both were killed.' She had no idea that the accident was staged, but she felt like an ass just for suggesting it--after he had so recently dug up the memories by telling her. "Shit. Ethan, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry, I didn't think." She reached over to try and stroke his cheek.
Ethan shook his head. "No. It's fine." he told her, ripped back from thoughts as he glanced over at the girl then back at the road. He reached up to take her hand from his cheek and give it a little squeeze. "It's fine. Really."
"Are you sure?" she asked doubtfully. "Because I think you were so busy thinking about...things...that you missed my offer for road head. I really am sorry, hon." She left her hand in his, giving it a squeeze of her own.
"Sorry..." he said softly, shifting his fingers to twine them through hers. "Just a lot of stuff that went through my head at the same time, is all." he told her, pulling her hand up to press his lips against her knuckles. "Fine. Really."
She remained quiet for the rest of the ride, having single-handedly ruined the mood. She might be a bitch, but she was a bitch with a conscience, and she had just made him relive something nasty. Elsie couldn't even begin to feel his pain; she couldn't imagine what it would be like if something happened to her parents, especially all at once. When they arrived at the restaurant, she unbuckled her seatbelt with a sigh and opened her door.
Ethan got out and raised a brow at her as he tucked his keys into his pocket. "That's supposed to be my job, princess." he said, a tiny smile making it's way across his lips as he walked around to her side of the car. He slid his hands over her waist and around her back, pulling the girl against him. "I really am okay." he told her. "Don't worry about it."
"I was just afraid I'd forget how to open the door if I didn't get a chance to do it for myself," Elsie countered, a smile flickering on her face. She leaned against him, her lips pressing to his. She lifted one leg and gently pushed the car door shut with it, multitasking.
One hand moved upwards, brushing across her cheek and holding her lips there against his for a long moment. Finally releasing her and letting his eyes meet hers. "Told you I was fine." he whispered, letting his fingers catch hold of one of her hands. "Ready?"
"Aren't I always?" she said with a small smile. She walked with him into the restaurant, her hand moving from his hand to his waist.
"Course you are." he said with a nod. His own hand moved around the girls shoulders, pulling her tight against him as they entered the restaurant. He gave his name and they were seated right away, the waiter taking their drink orders and getting a nice little glare from Ethan when he let his eyes linger too long over Elsie.
Elsie watched the waiter skeptically. She was less than interested in him. When he left, she turned to her husband with her eyes already rolling. "Men," she said.
"Assholes." Ethan corrected. "You'd think that he would realize that you came here with someone else, you're obviously not out to get a waiter." he muttered, eyes locked on the waiter til he left his sight.
"If I were out to get any man, it sure as hell wouldn't be hired help," she said, rolling her eyes again. "Wait, Ethan, you're not jealous are you?"
"You're my wife. What do I have to be jealous about?" he questioned. "Planning on running around with a waiter or two?"
"As if. Though I'm sure if I ever condescended to that, that bartender over there would be more than happy to comfort you." She indicated a female bartender who was currently cleaning out a glass. She wasn't facing the couple directly, but she had been looking at Ethan earlier.
Ethan smirked and shook his head. "Please. She probably wonders if I'm old enough to be at a restaurant that serves alcohol."
"In that case, she might think I'm your older sister--or you babysitter," Elsie teased with a shrug. "Maybe she's into younger men?"
"You're an ass." he told her. "But see, that babysitter stuff could be kinda hot." he teased. "Might have to incorporate that into the bedroom, baby."
"As long as it didn't involve bringing in a babysitter," she said. They would, after all, be having a baby someday soon--and she had no intention of spending every weekend at home.
"Damn." he teased. "Figured if we were going to have a babysitter, might as well get some extra use outta her."
"You're welcome to try," she said sweetly. "I'm sure there's plenty of room in the dog house for two."
"Aww, baby, someone want me all to herself?" he grinned.
"Isn't that what you agreed to when you said 'I do'?" she asked, though she hadn't paid much attention to the vows at the time. "Being mine and only mine?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so." he smiled. "Still kinda nice to know that you're a little territorial. Sexy."
"I could say the same thing about you," she said, rubbing her leg against his under the table. "Keep that up and we're going to be going to bed early and sleeping in very, very late."
Ethan bit his bottom lip as her leg rubbed against his. "Keep that up and we're not going to get to order." he whispered.
She pulled her foot away immediately. After their last experience at a restaurant, she wanted to get to enjoy it this time. Not that there was much they could do now, besides sex. "Oh, no. We're eating this time."
He chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, eating." he smiled. "I think that'll be a new experience for us. Actually making it through a meal in a restaurant."
"It isn't our fault. If they had a bedroom in the back, we wouldn't have to leave the restaurant," Elsie said slyly.
Ethan smiled and shook his head. "Stop making me think about the bedroom." he told her. "I'd like not to sport a hard-on for the entire meal." He didn't get to say much else for a moment as the waiter came back and took their orders, once more checking Elsie out before leaving. "Can I like... beat him? Please?" Ethan asked.
"You're covered by the table, nobody but me would notice the hard-on," Elsie said innocently, grinning. "And no, you can't beat him. We'd be kicked out of the restaurant and possibly even arrested--and, once again, not finishing a meal."
"I'm covered by the table now. But I'd have to get up eventually." he pointed out. "Then everyone would notice, but... really it doesn't matter because I mean... look at you."
"What about me?" she asked, raising both eyebrows. "Because I'm dressed up?"
"You're gorgeous." he told her simply. "That's what about you. I could walk around with a hard-on twenty-four seven and no one would question why. It's obvious."
"Considering we're with each other almost 24/7 as it is, I can see your point." She lifted her glass and took a sip of her drink, eyeing him over the brim.
"I happen to be quite fond of being together that amount of time." he told her with a smile.
"Obviously," she responded with a snort. "As excited as you were of the prospect of it, I would think so."
He rolled his eyes and reached beneath the small table between them, sliding a hand across her knee and up just a bit further to squeeze her thigh. "You know you like hanging around me just as much."
"Every now and then," she teased, watching him with a guarded expression. "I like where you're going with this, pumpkin," she said slowly, referring to his hand, "but we've already ordered..."
"Which I'm quite aware of, but see, if I'm going to suffer through wanting you all through dinner. You're going to do the same about me."
"But I stopped!" she protested, laughing. Deciding to exact her revenge--which wasn't really revenge, since she had started it--her leg moved back to his.
Ethan slid his hand up as far as he could reach without looking too odd and barely caught the edge of her panties beneath her skirt. "Just wait til we get home.." he whispered. "You're in for it."
"Mmm. Baby, you're speaking my language," she spoke huskily, her eyes smoldering. Her leg rose up higher against his.
"You better be glad I can't reach you completely. I don't think you'd make it through dinner. I can feel the heat pouring off you already." he whispered.
"I'd say that's pretty mutual," Elsie retorted, though she was obviously burning for him. "I suggest we eat fast." As fast as humanly possible without choking, though she didn't add that.
He smirked and released the material of her panties, sliding his fingertips back down her thigh and giving her knee a little squeeze. "I agree." he said easily. "Now all we gotta do is wait for the food to actually get here so we can eat it."
She looked around for their waiter, dropping her foot to the floor only so she could tap it impatiently. She knew it would still be at least several minutes until their food was ready, but she half-hoped they might have had those dishes prepared and waiting. Then again, this wasn't some fast food restaurant. "So," she said conversationally, "what did you do today?"
Ethan had really hoped she wouldn't ask, but he wasn't going to lie to her. "I had an interview I had to do." he told her. But he tried to move the conversation along. "What about you?"
"I did some work on a personal piece," she said absently, waving that topic off. "An interview? That's great. With whom?"
"Dan Hoffman." he admitted. He glanced down at the table and then back up at her again, half expecting her to be angry.
Elsie raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you'd get to that so quickly," she said thoughtfully. "How did it go? When are you going to publish it? I want to see the edits you make to it before you do." She didn't sound angry in the slightest.
He raised a brow at her. "You're not pissed?" he questioned. "I figured you'd be pissed that I did a piece opposite yours or opposing whatever."
She gave him a pitying look. "Sweetheart, I knew about that interview before you did it. Dan called me out for my piece on his blog for not showing both sides of the argument." She started to detail some of the rest of her conversation with him, but stopped herself. It might look like she was trying to give him stories.
"I read the blog. That's when I decided to give him his turn to set the record straight or whatever. Get his side out there and all that." He frowned at her, obviously annoyed. "You act like I took forever to get the story or something. Like I should have known to interview him the second he posted the blog or whatever."
Elsie looked at her husband dubiously. "After I just got done saying I didn't think you'd do it so quickly...honestly, Ethan, I know men don't usually listen to women but you're supposed to be different."
"You said that, but then you went and said that you knew about it before me. Like you had to one up me or something." he pointed out.
"I was just explaining why I wasn't pissed," she shot back, bewildered. "Do you want me to be pissed? Is that it?"
"No. Of course not." he said, shaking his head. He let out a sigh and opened his mouth to say something, but the food came and he didn't get much of a chance as their plates were set before them.
She lifted her fork and picked at her food, no longer in the mood to rush. "What were you going to say?" she asked in mild curiosity, having noticed his open mouth before they were disrupted.
"Nothing." he said, shaking his head and taking a bite of his food. He didn't say anything for a long moment before sighing, putting his fork down and looking up at Elsie. "I just... sometimes the way you say stuff to me it's like... you say it to make you seem like you're so much better than I am." he told her, his voice calm. "Like... about the interview. What if it would have been the other way around and you got an interview and asked if I was mad about it and I said 'No. I knew about it way before you did.'?" he asked.
"How do you even get offended by anything I say anymore?" she asked dully. "I thought you were used to me by now. I don't want to seem like I'm better than you--not at the moment, anyway. Yes, I sound like a bitch sometimes--it's just how I am. This shouldn't come as a surprise. I didn't mean anything by it that time."
Ethan sighed. "Fine. Sorry I said anything. My bad. Whatever." He picked up his fork again and poked at his food for a moment before finally forcing down a bite or two.
She set her fork down, thoroughly irritated now. "So, what? You're going to be pissy and sulky no matter what I say because you misunderstood what I said to begin with? I already explained that it wasn't meant to be offensive, and you're still offended. What more do you want?"
"I'm not offended." he said, glancing up at her and shaking his head slightly. "I don't want anything. I said it was fine, didn't I?"
"No, you're just brooding." Angrily she shoved a bite of food into her mouth. So much for the mood they had been in earlier. Thinking about that made her even angrier; now what were they going to look forward to after dinner?
Ethan heaved a sigh and set his fork down. "Listen to me. I'm not brooding, I'm not angry, I'm not offended or upset." he said softly. "I'm sorry, okay? Can't we just... forget about it and talk about something else?"
"Excuse me for wanting to talk about something I considered important," Elsie grumbled, no longer looking at him. "I thought you would be happy about it." She pushed her chair back and stood up. "I'm going to the ladies' room," she mumbled.
He let her walk away. What else was he supposed to do? There wasn't much he could do, so he just sat there and waited for her to come back. He didn't like fighting with her. Not like this. It wasn't the same as their sexually motivated arguments. He didn't like hurting her feelings and he felt like he had.
Elsie burst into the bathroom angrily, heading to the sink and leaning against it. She tried to remember how that conversation had gotten so sour. Why was talking about that interview so wrong? Had it gone bad? Did he really feel that awkward about writing an article that contradicted hers? Why had he taken that comment so badly? Frustrated, she yanked a hand through her hair and let out something between a sigh and a growl. Then she fixed her hair, made sure she looked presentable, and headed back out to the dining room. She sat down and picked up her fork and continued eating, rapidly.
Ethan just watched her eat. The fork practically a blur as it moved between her plate and her mouth. "Elsie..." he said softly, eyebrows furrowing just a bit. "Baby...?"
She was still pissed: pissed at him for misunderstanding, pissed at herself for managing to insult him even unintentionally. She wanted to focus all of it at him, but she was beginning to feel a little guilty, too. Her food was already half gone. "Just eat, Ethan," she said tiredly.
"Please don't be pissed at me.." he sighed, leaning back against his chair and just looking at the girl. "I'm sorry I got upset or aggravated or whatever, okay? Just... stop being annoyed with me, please."
"Fine," she said, glancing up at him. "Now eat your damn food." She was almost done with hers as it was. "The sooner we're done the sooner we can go."
Ethan let out another little sigh, but did as she asked and ate his food. He didn't talk at all until his food was gone and he'd gotten the check. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," Elsie replied, standing up from the table. She waited for him to do the same. "Let's go." Then she headed for the door, not bothering to look and see if he was following her.
He sighed, paid the bill and headed out after her. "I thought you said you were going to stop being mad." he said as he reached the car and pulled her door open.
"And I did," she said, standing in front of him and staring into his eyes. "Now I'm mad because the mood is completely ruined. This was our first date, we were going to have a long night of hot, sweaty sex, and I fucked up. Now the mood is gone and I am pissed."
He let out a little noise that was half laugh, half sigh as he reached up to brush a hand across her cheek. "And you had me in there thinking you were all pissed off. Rushing out and being a pain in my ass just because you think that I'm not in the mood anymore?" he asked. His thumb brushed lightly across the curve of her cheek and he smiled. "I love you, ya know that? Craziness and all."
"Yes, but you aren't the only one I don't think is in the mood," she said bitterly. She turned to the car, her expression sour, and got in. "It isn't like we can spend the rest of the evening doing crosswords. We work for the damn paper, there are no surprises in those."
He shut the door and walked around to his side, got in and put the key in the ignition then glanced over at Elsie. And he just sat there for a long moment looking at her. His hand moved upwards to catch her hair and he tugged it lightly, using it for leverage to turn her head to face him. "We'll just have to come up with something better to do then, won't we?"
His actions sparked something in her, though it was laughably weak to how turned on she had been before their little spat. She stared at him calmly for a moment before lifting her hand up to his hair. "Oh?" she asked, getting a firm grasp on a few locks, "Like what? Turning our earlier fight physical?" And she pulled his hair as he had pulled hers.
His hand tightened around her hair again, pulling her head back just enough that he could move his mouth to her throat. Once there, lips parted and he bit her. A soft little bite that flowed smoothly right into a kiss. That kiss spilled downwards, lightly trailing across her skin then back up again. Once to her chin, he switched directions and kissed across her jawline, still using her hair for leverage until he made it to her ear. "Or... I could keep apologizing for being a bastard." he whispered.
Her mood was increasing by the millisecond. "Or," she said, tugging on his hair to get his eyes back on hers, "you can get us the hell out of here and back home. Now."
"I think I can do that." he said with a little smirk of a grin as he released her hair and turned the car on, pulling away from the curb and heading in the direction of their apartment.
She could barely keep her hands off of him as they drove. Having not buckled her seatbelt, she leaned over in the seat and kissed him everywhere she could. When they got to the apartments, and the car was safely parked, she pulled his face toward hers and forced a kiss on him. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, eagerly seeking his.
He let out a little groan against her lips as she kissed him. The suddenness, the surprise, the way it felt all working to her advantage and making him even more hot beneath the collar than he was to begin with. His hand fumbled to get the keys out of the ignition and into his pocket. Fingers then moved to her sides, trailing upwards, finally catching her face within his hands and pulling her away slowly. He tipped his forehead against hers, breath warm on her lips. "Inside?" he whispered.
"As fast as possible," Elsie murmured in reply, looking at him hungrily. She scrambled back into her seat and opened her door, all but jumping out, and closed it behind her firmly. She circled around the car to him, grabbing his hand when he was out and practically dragging him into the building.
He let her drag him along. Let her cart him into the elevator and that's when he shifted control and grabbed her hands, all but shoving her against the wall and pressing his lips hard against hers. His hand slid up her thigh just as the doors closed and the ride upstairs began.
The sudden shift of control took her by surprise, and at first she didn't react. "That's so hot," she mumbled against his lips. Then she pushed back against him, slamming him against the adjacent wall. She was ready to just rip his clothing off there in the elevator, but a small part of her remembered that the ride could stop at any moment.
"So is that." he groaned against her mouth. The elevator dinged sounding the stop of their ride and he hoisted her over his shoulder carrying her out of the elevator and to their apartment, unlocking the door and heading inside. Once the door was locked and his keys dropped on the table near it, he shoved her against the wall again, letting her legs wrap around his waist as once more his lips found hers.
She laughed at the situation; here he was, carrying her like a caveman, like she had once teased that he would. Her laughter ceased as soon as her back was against the wall. She started pulling at his shirt. "I want you naked," she panted, "now."
He didn't have any qualms with getting naked. He held her there, pinned between him and the wall with one hand beneath her back end to hold her up while the other tugged at buttons, undoing them and working that arm free. He switched that arm to hold her up and tugged the shirt the rest of the way off. "Guess... guess you found your mood?" he whispered.
"And then some," she whispered back, tugging at the skirt of her dress. She wanted him so much it felt like a primal need. Her hands move to the top of her dress, untying the knot at the back of her neck. She struggled to pull the dress off of herself, no easy task given her position, but somehow managed; her hair was a mess by the time she was done.
He grinned a little, loving the way she looked with her hair going everywhere. Slowly he let her down from the wall. "Strip." he told her. "Leave the heels." He yanked his belt from the loops and tossed it to the side, toeing his shoes off and pushing them away.
Now that she had wriggled the dress off, all she had left was her underwear. Slowly she rolled the lacy number off her hips, watching him strip. His attitude was turning her on every bit as much as his actions and her own desire. She loved it. Once Ethan was naked, Elsie was grabbing his head roughly and forcing her lips against his.
He couldn't help the sound that escaped his lips. A surprised but willing groan of approval. Once again he hoisted her body, slamming her against the wall and reaching between them to slowly slide himself against and then inside of her. He wanted her. Everything that night, the fight, the teasing, the way she looked seemed to meld together into this one huge hot emotion that he couldn't hold back. He groaned against her mouth as he slid himself inside that wet, hot space between her legs.
She let out a moan as he entered her, resting her head against the wall. Yes, this was what she wanted, what she needed. "Oh, god, Ethan," she groaned against his mouth. Her legs tightened around his hips, pressing him even deeper into her.
"You're so fucking sexy when you say my name like that..." he murmured against her lips as he picked up a slow teasing little pace against her. His hands slid down her sides, coming to rest against her thighs and squeezing slightly.
"I'm itching for you," Elsie whispered in between moans. She kept her eyes open, wanting to see his face while they relieved their tension. "Ethan," she emphasized. One hand came up to rake through his hair, giving it a gentle tug.
He let out a groan as his lips moved to her neck, sucking and biting along the flesh all the way to her ear. "You like that?" he whispered. "Say my name, Elsie." he practically growled.
"I love it," she growled back. "Ethan," she moaned obligingly. Her hands came up to his back. "Oh, god, Ethan." Her fingernails dug into his flesh. "Ethan!" she moaned, nearly screaming, dragging her fingernails down his back.
He moaned at the feel of her fingernails sliding down his back. Picking up his pace, he all but pounded her against that wall. Hands sliding up from her thighs to her hips to her waist and the all the way up to snag a handful of her hair and tug it hard as he crushed his mouth to hers.
She barely had any time to realize how close she was to an orgasm before she was over the edge, all but screaming out her release. After she quieted she pulled him close to her, kissing every inch of his face.
He felt her body clench around him and he groaned out as his own unexpectedly jumped out at him. His body jerked slightly, manhood twitching as he gave a few shallow pumps against her, emptying everything he had. His heart thudded against his chest as she started kissing his face, his breath shaky, but he held tight to her there against the wall. "Damn..." he breathed.
"So perfect," Elsie mumbled as she continued to kiss him. "You're always so perfect. That...was perfect." Words were escaping her; she was so caught up in the after effects that she could barely form coherent thoughts. "I love you, Ethan."
"I love you, too." he whispered in response, slowly slipping out of her and lowering her to the floor. He changed his mind, however, and picked her up again, bridal style this time and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing up beside her. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her against him, lips finding hers in a much softer kiss.
She pouted for a second at his withdrawal, though she was starting to get stiff from that position anyway. Elsie had begun to head to their bedroom when he scooped her up into his arms. She laughed. "Weren't you supposed to do that over the threshold?" she asked. "Before we consummated our marriage, almost a week ago?"
"Eh, I don't work good on a timeline." he teased, kissing her again. "If you want I can take you out there now and carry you over." he grinned.
"That I think the neighbors would object to," Elsie said with a grin of her own. "And it might also land us in prison. I'm sure we'd be given our conjugal visits, but if I have to go to jail for anything I'd rather it not be for nudity." She kissed him back then.
He grinned a little at that. "Into more interesting ways of getting arrested gorgeous?" he questioned, brushing her hair away from her face and letting his eyes catch hers.
"Into not getting arrested," Elsie retorted. She looked into his eyes for a while, enjoying the moment. "See how much that improved our moods?" she asked at length. "I think you were right before we got married--this should really be a daily occurrence," she joked with a chuckle.
Ethan laughed lightly and pressed a little kiss against her forehead before pulling her tighter against his body. He was still tingling from the slightly rougher than usual coupling they'd just ended. "I thought for a little bit that we were crazy when we did this." he whispered, fingers lightly trailing through her hair for a moment. He reached down then to drag the blankets up and over their bodies. "Now... I don't think so. Not at all." he breathed.