smith; ZACHARIAS (zsmth) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-02-04 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: phillipa flint, location: diagon alley, retired character: zacharias smith |
who ? zacharias smith and phillipa flint
when ? thursday evening
where ? a bar, then zac’s place
what ? sex
rating ? pretty high seeing how there’s sex
status ? complete
Phillipa needed a night off. Her work at Witch Weekly was easy as pie, that was why she did it. She liked not having to put much effort in and still being able to succeed, because it gave her more leeway to work on things she actually wanted to. Like her soon to open business, which required a multitude of meetings that kept her busy and yes, they were important, but so was getting a drink and maybe a little something more if someone was interested. So after finishing up at her day job, she didn't even bother to go home and change, rather went straight to the pub in her work clothes.
She ordered a glass of pinot noir and settled in at a table away from the bar, sipping it as she gazed over the people there. If nothing else, she'd get delightfully wine-tipsy and wander home on her own, but she was hoping it wouldn't come to that.
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Zac had also felt like he needed a night off. Most likely, he really probably didn’t, because whilst his job was not easy, it did please him rather greatly. There was very little in life that Zac enjoyed more than making money and he really was created for investment banking, which to most people would be an insult but Zac really considered it a compliment. Today hadn’t been one of his better days, he had, of course, still secured investments, but he had also had to sit through not one, not two but six different meetings. Sitting around boards and staring angrily at people hadn’t quite been in the manual of how to be a massive asshole and still do a good job. Nonetheless, Zac excelled at that, too.
So tonight was a light drinks and rough sex night. Most nights were rough sex nights, really, but light drinks usually involved making some sort of effort into securing the sex. Maybe the day hadn’t actually been too bad if Zac was still willing to make effort in getting women in bed. Usually on shit days, he just paid for it straight up in cash. The light drinks usually involved marginally more effort, still money spent, but often less money spent. Not that money spending was particularly important to Zac when it came to getting laid. Women still cost a lot less than investments.
Upon entering the bar, Zac glanced across quickly, a well trained eye. Four single women, two with a friend and three bored out of their minds of the men they were with. He could certainly work with that. Between the first four, only one properly caught Zac’s eye. Dark hair, red lips, dressed a bit like a secretary thus straight here from work. Easy pickings. Anyone who needed a drink straight after work was easier to interact with. Not making an effort for a night out meant that they weren’t desperate for attention. Then again, those who were usually also fell in bed easier. Maybe a challenge would be good.
“Whatever she’s drinking, give me new bottle and an empty glass,” Zac informed the barman, pointing his finger at the woman. Once being provided with what he had asked for, Zac walked over to where she was sat. He put the bottle down, before pulling a chair over to sit down.
“So, how’s your day been?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
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There wasn't much to speak of at first, as far as the people at the bar went. Most people seemed to be with someone, or they didn't catch her eye. As much as Phillipa wasn't in the mood to care, she at least wanted to feel like it was worth her while. Then the door opened and he walked in, and she hid a soft smirk behind her glass as she took a sip of her wine, letting the liquid linger on her tongue as she savored it before swallowing. He was handsome, looked like he was there with a purpose the way his eyes scanned the crowd, and she examined her nails as she felt it sweeping her way. Then sure enough, he was walking her way, bottle of wine in hand. Definitely a good choice.
"Well it seems to be getting better now," she replied, a soft sultry drawl to her voice. "Until about five seconds ago I would have said downright boring."
She swirled the last bit of her wine around in her glass before drinking it, her gaze staying fixed on him. "How about yours?"
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“Well,” Zac drew out slowly as he poured her some of the wine. “I can certainly attempt to work on making it less boring,” he assured her. Zac was many things, majority of them not very nice, but he could also be very charming. A gift that came with having a rather questionable personality, really. Over years, Zac had done a great deal of learning how to read people’s emotions, had to, really, since he had no sense of actually feeling them. Nonetheless, what it did mean, was that he could pretend very well. Know the right thing to say about as much as knowing the wrong thing to say.
After also pouring himself a glass of the wine, Zac took a small sip to test out the taste. She had not chosen badly, the wine was rather pleasant. “Uneventful,” Zac replied rather blankly. Usually the response to that question involved him offering an account of just how much money he had made that day, but she seemed... perhaps not quite as appreciative of Zac’s ability to brag as others might be. Which was fine, he had plenty of other tactics.
“So what do you do?” He asked instead. The temptation to ask if she was, in fact, a secretary was great, but in Zac’s experience, women didn’t particularly like if you guessed them to be secretaries, whether they were or not.
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Phillipa was sure he could make it less boring, the question was more so about how much time they were going to spend with pleasantries before they saw just how less boring it would get. Then again, they had a bottle of wine, and it would be a shame to waste any of it by leaving it behind un-drunk. She leaned back in her chair, her wine glass held delicately in her hand as she watched him pour his own. A soft smile spread across her features at his response to her question, and she took a sip of her wine, raising an eyebrow at his question.
“I write,” she replied, shrugging a shoulder and reaching up her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear where it had shaken loose. She was aware her job wasn’t much to speak of, but that was why she liked it. It brought in money, was easy, and left her free to do whatever she wanted otherwise. “Nothing too interesting, but enough to get by.”
Phillipa took another sip before setting her glass down, her perfectly manicured fingertips tracing down the stem of it and coming to rest at the base. “So what’s your name? I’d like to know that, at least, before seeing if I can make your day more eventful.”
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“Write what?” Zac asked because that was the correct response. He didn’t actually care one bit about what she might or might not write. What he was more interested in was whether she’d require another bottle of wine before he could ask her whether she wanted to come back to his. The way she looked, the way she acted, Zac presumed that a bottle might be enough. Still, they had plenty of wine left to test out this theory.
When she asked him his name, Zac raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t pegged her for someone who’d care for what his name was. He gave to her anyway. “Zac,” he said. “Zac Smith,” he added, because he had the most generic surname in the world, so there was actually no point in lying about it. “And you are?” He asked since if she had his name, he figured he might as well have hers.
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Everything seemed like such stereotypical small talk, but maybe that was because Phillipa didn't have much interest in talking about her job. Still, it was polite conversation, and they had half a bottle of wine to get through before it was gone. Despite his being well dressed, she doubted he had any interest in hearing about the fashion pieces she wrote for Witch Weekly. So she tilted her head, letting the soft waves of her hair fall over her shoulder. "Nothing of consequence."
Filing his name away, she took a long sip of her wine and let her thumb absently trace over the bowl of the glass. "Phillipa."
The wine was giving her a nice warm feeling, far from any kind of tipsy or buzzed but enough of something to show she'd had it. Then again, she also wasn't trying to take her time and savor it. The first glass, sure, but not the second and she was sure not the third, either. She nipped at the inside of her lip, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a soft smirk. "What do you do?"
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Shockingly, Zac would have actually cared if she had told him that she wrote about fashion. It was one of the few things he did take some interest in. He liked to know what was current and what was worth the money he paid for it. Nonetheless, at her response, Zac gave a small chuckle. “A thrilling job, I’m sure,” he replied. It really was stereotypical small talk, but that was kind of the point. Zac knew how to talk in a way that was perceived socially acceptable, even if he took no great enjoyment in it.
Zac had some more of the wine, not drinking it fast but certainly not taking his time either. “I’m an investment banker,” he told her. Zac loved his job, he really did. In many ways because he excelled at his job, but that was also probably due to the enjoyment he took from it. A repetitive circle really. “I make money for a lot of people and then get to keep some of it,” he added. And by some of it, he did mean millions. Zac was very good at his job.
“So is it Phillipa? Or Pippa? Or Phips? Philly? Other ludicrous things?” He asked because ‘Phillipa’ really was quite a mouthful.
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Phillipa hummed softly in response to what he said about her job, her smirk growing a little. While his job sounded like something she would never be interested in doing herself, she enjoyed having money and indeed had a bank account much more full than her part-time job would probably lead people to believe.
"Pippa," she replied with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Definitely not Philly, thank you very much."
She paused, swirling the remnants of the wine in her glass before finishing it off with a slow sip, her gaze staying focused on him. "So how does that work? The investment banking, I mean. Say I wanted you to make me money... how do you do that, exactly?"
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“Pippa,” Zac repeated with a nod. Out of the options he had offered, Zac certainly preferred ‘Pippa’. It sounded neater somehow. It was also easier to say than ‘Phillipa’, he was sure. “Well, it’s delightful to meet you, Pippa,” he told her, offering a smile that was probably more accurately described as a smirk. They were certainly doing well in pretending that they had no idea where this evening would go.
At her question, Zac raised an eyebrow. The temptation to tell her that he would take her money and invest it was great, but he wasn’t too sure whether they were at a point yet where him mocking her would still end up with her in his bed. “I would assess what companies have their shares rising, buy those shares with your money, sell them at a prime time, make profit,” it was a logical progression and not very hard to explain, the tricky bit, really, was to know which company to invest in and which company to sell out off before it went tits up. That was where Zac’s real talent lay.
“Also, it does at time depend on whether you want to just make money or be ethical about it,” Zac added, the word ‘ethical’ sounding like an insult coming from him. It was, too. Zac had no patience for people who told him that he couldn’t invest in companies that participated in weapon trade or child labour.
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"You as well, Zac," Phillipa replied, reaching for the bottle to refill her glass and top off his as he explained how his job worked in more detail. She wasn't stupid, she knew generally what investment banking was, but she hadn't ever given it much thought. It wasn't something she would write off in the future, though. Anything to add more to her bank account was great in her book, and with money soon to be rolling in... she definitely wanted to keep all her options open.
"It does seem more likely to find lucrative means in places lower on the ethics scale," she mused, tracing her fingertip around the rim of her glass. "Not just in what you do, but in general."
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“Yes,” Zac agreed. He definitely agreed. Zac had zero tolerance of anyone who rather not made money than have it invested into something that might cause harm. The notion was idiotic for many reasons, especially because there were no companies out there that didn’t cause harm in one way or another. It was pleasing that Pippa agreed, because Zac would not have liked to defend himself over something that he personally felt required to defense.
After having some more of the wine, since they might as well make efforts at finishing it, Zac looked at her for a moment, assessing what he might want to say and what he should say. “So am I correct in presuming that this inane chat will lead to some less inane sex?” It seemed fair to ask.
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Phillipa raised an eyebrow as he started in on his question, her lips twitching up into more of a smirk than had been there before. She'd assumed they were on the same page pretty much from the get go, but there had been the pleasantries of small talk and a bottle of wine in the way. She did like a man who was straightforward enough to ask the simple question, though. Or a woman, for that matter.
"If it doesn't, I'm going to be rather annoyed that you wasted so much of my time," she replied, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand. "Because the wine is nice, but not as nice as sex."
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Zac hmm-ed in agreement at her words, except that he didn’t even consider wine particularly nice. Not the type of wine one could purchase in the establishment they were at, at least. Zac had particular tastes for his wine, and usually those tastes involved the prices of some people’s rent for a bottle of wine. He had quite a collection. Perhaps he should have started by offering her a taste of that instead. Retrospective was everything.
“Yes,” he added for good measure. “So what kind of sex are you into, Pippa?” He asked because they did still have wine, so they might as well talk about something that was less boring than work.
--
It was a fair question, but one that took a bit of thought to answer. Phillipa was into all kinds, if she was honest, and Zac didn't seem the type to balk at any of it. At the same time, she didn't feel like wasting time talking about anything she didn't sense he would be into, just based off their limited interaction and her sizing him up in general. She took a slow sip of her wine as she considered her answer, pursing her lips briefly before making up her mind.
"Most sex, as long as it's good, and hot," she replied, straightening back up in her seat and giving him an appraising look. "Depends on what works best with the other person. What about you?"
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It was a fair question and perhaps Zac should have considered the fact that by him asking her, it allowed for Pippa to ask it back. He hadn’t quite prepared for it, because it took him a pause, too. He sipped some more of his wine, considering what response to give her. There was certainly a particular type of sex that Zac enjoyed above others and that was usually rough and in many cases involved the woman to be tied up. Then again, perhaps that wasn’t quite the appropriate response to give.
“Lady’s choice,” he finally settled on, because that was the kind of sex Zac usually ended up having. Unless he paid for it, in which case it seemed fair to set his own rules. “I’m adaptable,” he added. That was probably somewhat true. Zac certainly wasn’t in a habit of forcing his wishes on others, mostly because that was a rather dangerous game to play.
“But I wouldn’t object to tying you up,” Zac told her frankly. He wouldn’t either. She was attractive, not that that actually mattered, but it did help. “It’s not a requirement, though,” he added, in case he had judged her incorrectly and she might have a problem with that sort of thing.
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Phillipa hummed softly when he said it was lady's choice, because that was a wide door to open and she wasn't at all sad about it. She, too, was adaptable. But what Zac said next made her think perhaps they were even more similar than she previously had thought. Not in a way that made them incompatible, but in a way that made it interesting.
"Well, I much prefer to be the one doing the tying," she admitted, because honesty was important when it came to that sort of thing, for both their sakes. She reached over and traced a fingernail along his jaw, starting back at the hinge of it. "So maybe let's just see where the night takes us?"
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Zac certainly approved of a woman who knew what she wanted, whether those wishes were ones he wanted to fulfill was a different question. Being tied up wasn’t quite something Zac saw much pleasure in, mostly because he cherished his ability to control things. Then again, he could see that perhaps with somebody who knew what they were doing those experiences might be intriguing. Still, he did not know Pippa, even if he did like her bluntness about the matter.
“Perhaps there’s some middle ground we can find,” he settled on saying instead. Zac was hardly in a habit of turning away sex because there might be complications. He had bedded plenty of prudish women for that to have stopped being an issue a long time ago. “What’s your opinion on rough?” He asked instead because by now it seemed that their conversation had moved to a place where that might be an okay thing to ask.
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Phillipa hadn't expected him to say he was fine with her turning the tables on him, so middle ground sounded perfectly fine to her. She brought her hand back to her glass to bring it up to her lips, taking a slow drink. The problem was, everyone had different definitions for everything, so what one might consider rough, the other might not. But they were being fairly open and honest with each other, and questions never hurt to get clarification.
"Depends on what you mean by rough," she answered, raising an eyebrow. "Am I going to be walking away with bruises? Or do you just want to fuck me up against a wall or the like?"
-
This now was entering territory of a business arrangement and Zac was rather pleased. Usually, he had to try a lot harder to get women to agree to particular things, they tended to blush unflatteringly when he as much as mentioned the existence of sex. Pippa, it seemed, was a lot closer to Zac’s own way of seeing these things. It was already promising to be a good night.
“Not unless you want to,” he told her honestly. Zac could certainly bruise her if that’s what she was after, take a lot of pleasure in it, too, but it was hardly a must. He was more than capable of recognising that for plenty of people bruises were neither a desirable part of sex nor something they could wear to work. “I would also more than happily fuck you against a wall,” he added. That, to Zac at least, didn’t even properly count as rough sex. Aggressive, maybe, but not rough.
--
Phillipa was glad that bruises didn't seem to be what he meant, because she certainly didn't like them. She preferred to remain unscathed, at least in ways other might be able to see. The problem was she hadn't gotten much of an answer to what he had meant. He'd directly responded to what she'd said, but nothing more. So she settled into her chair a little more, her hands resting on the edge of the table as she considered him.
As long as there weren’t bruises and he didn’t tie her up, which she felt as though she’d already nipped in the bud, she didn’t think there would be much of a problem between them. And besides, it had been a while since someone had pinned her against a wall. “Well let’s start with that, then.”
-
Zac smirked at her reply, yes, that he could manage. Whilst Zac didn’t tend to care one way or another about majority of the one night stands he picked up (realistically, ‘all of them’ would be more appropriate here), he was rather impressed with Pippa. Not for any real reasons, not yet anyway, but there was something about her Zac recognised. The way she spoke, perhaps, or the way she held herself. Most likely the things she said.
“Lets leave the wine,” he told her, making small gesture at the bottle. It hardly mattered, since it wasn’t the nicest wine he had ever had and it sure as hell wasn’t the most expensive one either. “I have much nicer choices at home,” he assured her and he did, too. There wasn’t a single bottle of wine in Zac’s penthouse that didn’t cost eight times what he had paid for this one.
Standing up, he offered her his arm. Last chance to back out.
--
Phillipa glanced at the wine bottle when he mentioned it, and she was more than happy to leave it behind. There was barely any left, and she would have been find abandoning it earlier than they were, but they’d both managed to stand on circumstance long enough to drink most of it. The mention of wine at his home made her smirk a little, because she would have been fine going back to her place but she much preferred being taken elsewhere. And an elsewhere with wine? Doubly good.
She stood, balanced naturally in her heels, and slipped her hand to rest in the crook of his elbow. Her fingers delicately traced across the fabric beneath them as they came to settle there, her thumb brushing lightly against his bicep. “I hope you don’t live far.”
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“I don’t,” Zac assured her, because he really didn’t. They were in Diagon Alley and he lived in Diagon Alley, which meant that it was about a five minute walk, before they were entering the lift in the building Zac lived. The penthouse Zac owned was vast, looking over at the lights of London. It was quite a view, even if Zac didn’t particularly care for it. Once inside, he threw his keys on a little table by the door, before walking to the open plan kitchen.
Getting out two wine glasses, Zac glanced over at Pippa. “White or red?” He asked. Zac wasn’t particularly sure why he was bothering with the wine, especially not when he’d end up opening a bottle and leaving it on the side. So he paused. “Or shall we just bypass that altogether?” That seemed like an option, too.
--
His penthouse was very nice. Phillipa kept a much humbler apartment, big enough for her means but still nothing to write home about. That was one of the reasons she preferred to go to other's homes rather than her own, but also because she was nosy and liked to see how other people lived. After a cursory look around once they got inside, she crossed over to where Zac was in the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at the offering of wine. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it, but her mood for drinking was passed.
"I'm not really thirsty," she said, stepping into the kitchen and resting her hand on his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt a little so she could give it a tug. "So let's skip it."
They'd spent enough time putting on airs and exchanging pleasantries, in her opinion, and they'd seemed on the same page when they'd left the bar. The wine could wait until after, if they were going to have it, as far as Phillipa was concerned, and unless she had judged him incorrectly, she didn't see Zac having a problem with that.
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When she said that she wasn’t particularly thirsty, Zac abandoned all pretenses of finding a nice bottle of wine. Instead he looked down at her hand, pressed against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating through his shirt, it felt rather inviting. So he grinned at her in a fashion that was probably a mix between mischievous and predatory. This ought to be fun.
Zac’s lifted his hand, wrapping his fingers around Pippa’s wrist, hard enough to hold but light enough for her to pull back if she wanted to. He was very careful in that. With her wrist in his hand, Zac placed his other hand on her hip, before sharply turning Pippa around, pressing her against the counter, bending part of her body on top of it, as he pressed his own against her. “How do you want to play this?” He whispered against her ear, because quite honestly, Zac was pretty sure he could just hitch her skirt up and fuck her against the counter.
--
Phillipa quirked an eyebrow at his grin, her gaze flickering down to watch his hand come up around her wrist. The corners of her mouth quirked as she looked back up at him, but then quickly found herself pressed against the counter, giving a soft gasp at the suddenness with which he'd moved her. She could feel him pressing against her, leaning over her, and her back pressed against his chest as she tilted her head slightly at the touch of his lips against her ear as he spoke.
"I thought we'd already decided," she murmured, pushing back him enough to turn around again, facing him despite being pinned to the counter. She hooked her ankle around the back of his leg and leaned up, nipping at his lower lip before speaking again, her lips brushing against his as she did. "I want you to fuck me up against a wall."
-
That Zac could do. Quite gladly, really. So marginally less sharply, Zac spun Pippa back, pressing her into the counter as he leaned in to kiss her. He had no doubt that it wasn’t a particularly comfortable position for her, but he also didn’t plan to have her in it for long. Once he had kissed her, more rough than sexy, Zac pulled her closer, hand resting on the back of Pippa’s back. He lead her quite easily to the nearest wall, not particularly caring for which wall it was. There wasn’t much in terms of space between them once her back was pressed against it, but it still allowed Zac to move his hand to the bottom of her skirt, pushing his hand up the back of her leg with ease.
He lifted it, moving so her body was half-wrapped around him, leaning into her as he bit her lower lip. Zac’s other hand was still placed at the low of her back, which allowed him quite easily to pull her blouse up, hand exploring the naked skin underneath it. With an easy movement, he pushed the shirt up, exposing her bra as he did it, moving his face lower to kiss the top of her breasts, with every intention of doing much more than that.
--
Phillipa brought her hand up to rest on Zac's chest when he kissed her, her fingers curling into his shirt as she returned it. She let him take her over to a wall, leaning back against it and looking up at him, watching his expression as his hand moved along her leg, and she easily wrapped it around him as he lifted it up.
As soon as her blouse was pulled free from her skirt, Phillipa tugged it up over her head and tossed it to the side, her hand coming down to rest on the back of Zac's head as it moved lower toward her chest. She let her leg drop from around him for a moment, using her free hand to unzip her skirt and push it down over her hips so it could drop to the floor, finding it too tight to wear and move the way she wanted. She felt more comfortable like that anyway, all lace underthings and stockings finished off with high heels, pinned between a man and a wall. So she hooked her leg around him again as it had been before, her fingernails scraping in against his scalp lightly.
-
There was certainly a lot to be said about an attractive woman wearing nothing but her underwear, stockings and high heels, being pressed between you and a hard wall. Pippa was very attractive, there was no question about that, but the situation itself made her look even more attractive. It wasn’t a particular struggle to get Pippa’s bra off, and once it was, Zac sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, giving it a hard lick with the tip of his tongue. It had certainly been worth going out tonight, he thought.
Letting go of her leg for a moment, Zac slid Pippa’s underwear off, before undoing his own trousers. He felt no strong need in removing his own clothes, though, not unless she was going to insist on it. For as much as there had been no foreplay, the situation itself had done a great deal for Zac’s erection. If he had been a gentleman, he probably would have attempted to make sure that she, too, was ready, but he wasn’t. So instead he muttered a quick protection spell, magic which he had perfected years ago, before pushing himself into her, biting Pippa’s neck as he did so, hard enough to hurt but light enough not to leave a mark. Probably.
--
As soon as Zac's mouth was on the bare skin of her breast, Phillipa's head tilted back against the wall and a soft moan fell from her lips. She let her leg be moved again so her underwear was out of the way, and watched him with half-lidded eyes as he got his trousers undone. As much as she liked seeing other naked, there was something to be said about the rush of not wanting to waste the time needed to get to that point.
Her arms moved up to circle his neck as he pushed into her, using the support of him pressed against her and the wall behind her to get both her legs up around him in a nimble, well practiced movement. She laced her fingers into the back of his hair, giving it a little tug as she pressed down onto him, hips shifting restlessly.
-
It wasn’t gentle and it certainly wasn’t careful. Zac thrust into her hard and without much thought of romance or anything else that some might associate with sex. One night stands weren’t meant to be about that sort of thing anyway, he was sure, but Zac had still been with plenty of women who took great offense when you only wanted to fuck them, and usually fuck them hard. Pippa, so far, at least, had not seemed like someone who expected this to be lovely and sweet, which only made Zac be harder and faster.
She felt good around him, warm and wet, at least he hadn’t underestimated that, otherwise this would probably be a rather different encounter. Her body pressed against his, Zac could feel every breath she took and the way it caught when he hit the right spots. For every moan, he gave a harder thrust until his own breath was starting to run out, heart beating the way one would expect in a race. In a way, he supposed, it was, except the aim was to come last.
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Phillipa felt glad she'd managed to find the one person in the pub that seemed to be on the same level as her when it came to sex. Zac was no nonsense, didn't seem the least bit like he would be clingy, and he was doing what she'd wanted without much question or direction. Her legs stayed tight around him as he thrust into her, her eyes closing briefly as her hips rolled down to meet his in a particularly good spot.
She shifted one of her legs a little higher around his waist to get a better angle on how he was pressing into her and gave a soft gasp as ripples of pleasure moved through her body, making her tremble. "There," she got out in a moan. "Just like that..."
-
Whilst Zac never cared much about his partners, he knew that he should, so he tended to at least make the effort of making them come before he did. It was polite, so he had been told early on in his sexual activities, and whilst Zac also cared very little about being polite, he had quickly learned that if you did things in a way your partner also enjoyed them, there was more of a chance of return. It always was easier to pick up someone you have already had sex with, especially if they had enjoyed the experience.
He did, in fact, carry on the motion that had made her insist on doing it just like that. Zac could feel her body tightening around him as she came. The temptation to see if he could push her over again before his own climax was rather great, so Zac didn’t slow down, if anything, pushing into her harder and faster, making very sure not to change the angle even slightly.
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Phillipa's back arched off the wall as he kept fucking into her, one of her hands dropping down below his shoulder blades and her fingernails digging in against his skin. Her breath kept catching in her throat, like she couldn't draw it fully, interrupted by the way her muscles were twitching and tensing, trying to grasp at some sense of holding on.
She swore under her breath as she felt herself getting close to the edge again, and her legs tightened around his waist in response. Her entire body shuddered as she came again, her lips parted in a moan as her head lolled against the wall, pressing down hard against him in an attempt to pull him over the edge with her.
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The second wave was definitely a wait long enough, because the way her nails dug into Zac’s back was rather enough to set him off. He came hard, body pressed into hers. It was hard to tell where his shallow breathing started and hers ended, as Zac held her up, hard against the wall, attempting to catch his, or hers for that matter, breath back. Once Zac felt that his heart had actually remembered how to beat slower, he lowered Pippa down slowly.
“Wine?” He asked with a grin, doing his trousers back up, even if still a touch uncomfortable. He really had chosen well, the woman certainly hadn’t been a disappointment, so Zac figured the least he could do is offer her some ridiculously expensive wine. “Don’t get dressed,” he added despite the fact that he was still fully clothed.
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Phillipa felt loose and rubbery as she leaned against the wall, panting for breath and semi- cradling his head against his shoulder as he did the same. It wasn't until he started to shift that she untangled her limbs from around him, lowering her feet down to the floor and getting them steady beneath her before letting her arms drop from around his neck. She brought her hands up to push her hair back from her face, her fingers threading through it as she looked up at him.
"Wine would be great," she replied with a soft smirk, and she huffed out a gentle laugh at what he added. She hadn't planned on putting her clothes back on until necessary, but it was still good he was on the same page. "Why, like what you see?"
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Zac walked back to the two glasses he had retrieved earlier, before fetching a bottle of white. It was one of his favourites and whilst he was rather confident in all of his wines being good, he knew for a fact that this one was excellent. Once the glasses were filled, he handed one over to Pippa. “Yes,” he replied to her question, rather enjoying the way she smirked. Zac felt that any woman who could pull off a smirk was a woman worth knowing. Especially if the said woman also stood in his kitchen in nothing but stockings and high heels.
“I like it so much I might even show you how much,” Zac said, offering his own smirk back. “In about half an hour,” he added with a chuckle. He might need some recovery time, no matter how good looking or hot she was. So instead he sipped his wine, glad of the coolness it provided.
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Phillipa leaned against the wall for a moment more as he started back into the kitchen, then followed his path to where the wine was. She rest her hip against the counter and watched as he poured, glad he'd chosen something lighter, and chilled. Her heart was still beating a little faster than normal, not slowed yet from the way it had been racing just minutes before.
"Thank you," she murmured when he handed her the glass, taking a sip and humming appreciatively at the flavor on her tongue. Her smirk grew a little more at what he said, and she quirked up an eyebrow. "Ooo... lucky me."
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“Lucky you, indeed,” Zac agrees, giving Pippa’s naked body a rather appraising look. She was attractive, very attractive, but she also carried herself like she was attractive. That to Zac seemed far more important than whether someone fit a particular societal perception of what attractive was. Plenty of women who should have carried themselves like they knew they were attractive did not and that, to Zac, was quite off-putting. Pippa had no such struggles, he was glad to note.
Of course, waiting for their (his) bodies to recover for another round meant that they now had lovely wine to drink, but also a conversation to make. Still, having the fuck in between somehow felt that maybe they could cut out the chit-chat. Probably not to the point where they could just stand around in silence, though. “You’re a very enjoyable company,” he told her instead of anything else. Zac meant it, too, because so far Pippa had been straight forward when talking and let Zac fuck her with much introduction. Those were good qualities, as far as Zac was concerned.
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"Why thank you," Phillipa replied, giving a mock curtsy in response to his compliment, the effect a little missing due to her lack of skirt or dress, but the action was still graceful and unmistakable. She liked to consider herself someone enjoyable to be around, but really that was for others to decide. With Zac, she figured she hadn't given him much reason to think otherwise. Still, she tilted her head to the side, her hair falling down over her shoulder and partially covering her chest. "Now do you mean that, or are you just saying it because I let you fuck me?"
She raised an eyebrow, bringing her glass up to take another sip of the wine. It was much better than any she'd had in a long while, which just made her night even better.
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The curtsy was really fucking cute, even if Zac very rarely deemed anything cute and usually when he did it made him angry rather than pleased. This did not make him angry, instead it made him chuckle lightly and bow his head back at her. See, really, he wasn’t all horrible, soulless, emptiness. Just predominantly that.
At her question, Zac tilted his head a bit, pondering what the answer he wanted to give was and what the answer she wanted to hear might have been. “Mostly the latter,” he finally settled on. He had certainly enjoyed fucking her, so much of his current opinion was based on that. “But perhaps a little bit of the former, too,” he added. She wasn’t bad company, that was easy to tell. Not that that had to imply she was a good one instead, but so far Zac had had no complaints. “The sex, certainly, does help,” he assured her.
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It hadn't been a trick question, as much as it might have sounded like one. Phillipa tended to be straightforward, and for the majority of their time together Zac had been too. It was a playful question, sure, but she didn't need to be lied to one way or the other. His answer was honest enough, or at least seemed like it, and she gave a slight nod in response before taking another sip of her wine.
"It usually does," she replied, tracing her fingertips along the edge of the counter. "Though I have been told I'm a charming delight, so I'm not surprised either way." She gave him a wink as she smirked against the rim of her wine glass, slowly taking a drink.
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Zac did actually laugh at her comment, genuine, honest laughter. It was a rare coming from him. “I’m sure you are,” he said. It wasn’t hard to imagine how someone like Pippa might be considered to be charming, hell, Zac could be considered to be charming if he paid attention to what he said and who he said it to. Albeit, most of the time he prefered to not be.
“I can’t really say that it’s something I get told often,” he admitted with a smile because far too often, Zac took pride in not being thought of as anything other than an asshole. He did very well at being rude, mean and an utter dick to people. Personally, he was very little wrong with that.
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Phillipa liked that she was able to get him to laugh. First a chuckle, then a laugh, and he seemed like someone who took himself very seriously so she was tallying those as victories in her head. She gave a soft hum in response before shrugging a shoulder.
"I suppose it takes all kinds," she said, looking around the apartment a little more now that they'd managed to take care of their initial reason for being there. "Quite the place you have..."
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Finishing his glass of wine, Zac nodded. “Yes,” he agreed at her comment regarding his flat. He did like it, the space certainly made him feel like he had achieved something. Mostly due to its price tag rather than the way it actually looked, but the look certainly implied wealth, which had been the main reason for Zac buying it. Putting the empty glass down, Zac walked closer to Pippa, pressing his body against her naked one.
“The view looks really good when you’re pressed against the glass, too,” he assured her. “Especially when being fucked from behind,” Zac added, leading in to nip at her neck. “I would be more than glad to show you,” he informed her confidently.
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Phillipa took the last sip from her glass as he walked closer, setting it on the counter once it was empty, looking up at him when he pressed against her. Her arm came up to lazily drape over his shoulder, her hand cupping the back of his neck and her fingernails scritching into the hair at the nape of it. Her eyes fluttered closed at the nip to her neck, her breath giving a soft hitch in response.
"I do love a good view," she murmured before catching his mouth with hers, kissing him hard a moment before nipping at his lower lip and looking up at him through her eyelashes. "So why don't you show me how good it can be?"
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Oh, Zac certainly intended to. His hand on her hip, caressing it far more gently than the touches before. More absent-mindedly than anything else, because he had no intention of being gentle once he got her pressed up against the glass. It was certainly going to be a good night, if what it had started out with had been any indication. And Zac did believe it was.