greer (greerlove) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-03-30 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, greer, greer x nick, nick |
Who: Greer and Nick
When: Evening, Tuesday, October 10th
Where: Juniper Inn
Status: Complete
Warnings: NSFW
Part Two
This was not the direction Nick had expected this night to go, but he wasn’t complaining about it in the slightest. Greer’s mouth felt good against his, and they seemed to have a similar kissing style, and that was always nice to find. He could be sexually aggressive, but he felt none of those impulses tonight, content to make out with this lovely hippie woman and just go with the flow. Being pleasantly stoned helped too. The approving hum Greer gave as her hand wandered up his shirt drew a soft chuckle out of Nick, and he let the hand on her back slide down over the curve of her ass through her skirt. She felt that perfect combination of soft and firm, and he was looking forward to getting his hands directly onto her skin. After another moment of kissing, Nick decided there were too many clothes involved, and he pulled away to halfway sit up. He reached back and grabbed his t-shirt to pull it off of himself, then twisted to give Greer’s top a little tug to encourage her to do the same. Even if they didn’t end up fucking, some skin-to-skin contact was too tempting to pass up.
That was one of Greer's favorite things about life - she never knew what direction any day would go. Ideally, life would always be unpredictable, although she understood that wasn't very appealing to a lot of people. Some needed structure and order, they needed to know what was ahead for them, despite the fact that the universe could take it all away in an instant. Greer was currently thanking the universe for sending her out onto the back patio this evening, especially when Nick sat up to take off his shirt. He looked as nice as he felt and Greer smiled before she sat up to help him get her own top off. She hadn't bothered with a bra - she rarely did - so she was more than ready to be pressed chest to chest if that's what Nick wanted. Greer left her shirt somewhere on the bed before lifting her hand to the back of Nick's neck to draw his mouth back to hers.
Nick was happy to stretch back out on his side and kiss her again. He slipped his arm around Greer to pull her close, pressing their bodies together. The soft pressure of her breasts against his chest was delightful, and he enjoyed how small she felt against him. He kept one knee up to give himself a little more room in the crotch of his jeans, which were nicely tight now, but he didn’t feel any particular rush to strip even more clothes off them. Being a sexually active adult so often meant that things like this fell by the wayside -- just taking time to make out. Nick was equally guilty of rushing to the sex more often than not, but this felt right tonight. Just some slow-burn carnal enjoyment. He kissed Greer deeply, running one big hand down the curve of her smooth back again while their tongues explored one another.
There was just something intensely erotic about being skin to skin with another human being, especially when both bodies were hot with arousal. Greer was in no hurry. She very rarely was, although quickies could be just as satisfying if she was with the right person. Greer let her own hand roam as she moaned softly into his mouth. Her palm slid over his chest and abdomen, then up to his side. He was smooth and hard in all the right places. And Greer loved how he touched her, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. With his knee bent, Greer was able to run her hand up his denim clad thigh and then descend lower toward his crotch, though she stopped short of actually pressing her hand there. It was quite simply the contrast of textures between his skin and his clothes, and Greer could already guess how that bulge would feel against her palm.
He liked how Greer touched him back, tantalizingly light pressure over his skin and remaining clothes. Nick knew he was in great shape, especially for his age -- he put enough work into it, he should know -- and it was always nice to actually feel someone else’s appreciation for it. His cock nudged a bit harder against the confines of his jeans, eager for that hand to move closer, but he wasn’t about to rush her. He didn’t mind being teased in the slightest. Nick’s hand roamed down to Greer’s ass again to give it a squeeze before it slid upward over the curves of her side again. Still kissing her, he pulled his chest back enough to cup one of her breasts, thumb brushing over her nipple. Nick gave a little hum against her mouth, rolling the sensitive little bud between his fingers.
Greer just loved being touched, and she liked how Nick seemed to want to touch every inch of her. A soft sigh escaped against Nick's mouth when she felt his hand at her breast and her nipple seemed to tighten harder against his fingers. So many men groped and squeezed her breasts without much finesse, but the right kind of touch always drove Greer crazy in the best way. It intensified the heat pooling in her core and she couldn't resist the urge to press her hand against his crotch, cupping the bulge there and squeezing gently through the denim. Lovely probably wasn't the word she was usually use to describe a hard on, but it was the only word floating around in her hazy head at the moment.
No matter what she wanted to call it, she was certainly skilled at touching it, and Nick let out a deep throaty sound into the kiss. There were times for hard groping and pinching and intensity and even some tit-slapping, in his humble opinion, but it was not while stoned and floaty and comfortable in bed with a dreamy near-stranger. Everything was perfect right then, and Nick had had enough breasts in his hands in his life to have some skill with them. He pulled away from Greer’s mouth just briefly, to catch a breath, his hips rocking forward against her hand just a bit. He lightly flicked at her nipple with his thumb, his heart thudding a bit harder in his chest. Nick was tempted to ask her where the limit was, where she wanted to stop, but he didn’t seem to have the words, so he just dipped his face in to kiss and nibble at her neck.
She liked how he moved his crotch against her palm and she squeezed with a little more pressure, quite liking the tease herself. A happy sigh escaped her lips once his mouth had left hers, and Greer couldn't help but arch a bit against his hand, her nipples hard and aching for more attention. She wondered what it might be like to just pull up her skirt and unzip his jeans and fuck lazily on their sides, still partially clothed, until it drove them both mad. Her lips felt wonderfully swollen, her panties soaked. This kind of slow burn was something Greer loved to indulge in and she was thrilled to find someone who wanted to enjoy it with her. The pot might have helped there, but that was okay. With Nick's lips on her neck, Greer drew her fingers up over his bulge and began to pull at the button of his jeans. It was easy to pop it open and tug down his zipper. Before she knew it, she had her hand inside his jeans, cupping him more intimately.
Well that was a fairly clear sign that Greer was game for more than just above-the-waist stuff, wasn’t it? He let out an encouraging little moan against her neck, nuzzling and breathing in her scent while he pushed gently against her hand again. That direct contact felt incredibly good, her cooler skin in contrast with his overheated cock. It made him want to just slow-hump her hand until he couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Nick kissed his way lower on her neck and chest, hunching his upper back a bit and pulling her breast up so he could get his mouth on it without pulling his crotch out of her reach. He could easily imagine her riding him already, all that long hair flowing around her shoulders, curvy and gorgeous. He flicked at her nipple with his tongue before giving it a firm suck, fingers denting in her soft flesh.
Greer felt like she was floating, completely immersed in the sensation of Nick's hot mouth against her flesh and his fingers cupping her breast. How nice was it to just relax and feel pleasure rather than rush to the finish line? Bodies were so beautiful in how they looked and felt, how they responded to touch and sensation. Nick was no different and she sighed softly, arching against his mouth and tongue. She stroked her fingers against the smooth skin of his cock every time she felt him press it against her hand, and after another moment or two, Greer carefully freed the entire length from his jeans until she could rub her thumb over the tip. It was just as impressive as the rest of his body and Greer couldn't help but hum a bit in appreciation.
Maybe it was egotistical of him, but Nick always enjoyed someone else enjoying his body. Not only did he have a well-crafted physique, he was fairly blessed in the penis department. It was sizeable and uncut and thick, and he’d never had any complaints so far. Greer’s sound just served to turn him on even more, and the soft strokes were driving him crazy in the best way. Nick moved his mouth upward again to kiss Greer’s lips, his hand lingering at her breast with a firmer squeeze and nipple-pinch for a moment. Then he slid it down her soft stomach to grab the front of her skirt and start pulling it up. He got underneath of it, pressing his fingers against the inviting warmth between her legs, finding the wet part of her panties and rubbing against it.
Greer wasn't a shy lover. Nor was she quiet, unless her orgasms were so intense that it just seized everything inside of her, including her voice. As soon as Nick pressed his fingers between her legs, Greer moaned into his mouth, her fingers curling around his length and stroking upward. Almost instinctively she lifted her leg to drape it over Nick's side, giving him easier access to where she was desperate to be touched. The heat inside of her was intensifying and she couldn't help but nip into his lower lip with a bit more passion. Her thumb found the tip of his cock again and she spread the pre-cum around, before bringing her hand up to her mouth where she sucked the taste of him off of her thumb.
The heat that had been lazily building in Nick, taking its sweet time meandering through the THC haze and the slow-burn vibe they had going on, was suddenly stoked higher. It was the way Greer hooked her leg around him, and her touch against his aching cock, and the teasing way she got a taste of him. That tantalizing lip bite. He let out a sound that was close to a growl, dipping in to kiss her again, deep but short. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “‘Cause I’m dyin’ to fuck you right now.” They’d gotten this far without too many words, and Nick didn’t want to break the mood, but he also didn’t want to cross any lines. As if to give her a little taste of what that might be like, he pulled her panties to one side to slip one thick finger into her.
How was she supposed to answer him when he did that? Anything she might have said was forgotten as soon as his finger slipped inside of her and Greer's eyes fell shut, a broken moan escaping her lips. Her hips rocked against his hand for a moment before Greer reached down to grip his wrist. She looked at him then, her eyes dark and hazy. "Take off your jeans," she murmured. It probably wouldn't have taken him very long to finger fuck her into oblivion, but the urge to come for the first time around his cock was too great to resist. It seemed the perfect way to end what was already a magical, intoxicating evening and Greer was desperate to see what Nick looked like in the throes of such carnal passion.
The way she reacted was almost answer enough, and a faint smile crossed Nick’s lips. He could be persuasive when he wanted to be. Not that he thought he was luring her into something she didn’t want, she was making her consent pretty clear. He gazed back at her, his eyes equally glassy with lust, then smirked faintly. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured, giving Greer’s clit one more stroke with his thumb before he pulled his hand away from her. He rolled onto his back and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs to push them down off of his thighs, wiggling a bit until he could kick them off. It felt good to be fully naked, all his skin against the bed and available for whatever Greer wanted to do with him.
As soon as Nick was on his back and his jeans were discarded, Greer tugged her skirt up high enough to keep it out of the way until she was straddling his lap. The feel of his cock against her heat drew a soft sigh from her lips and she rocked against him slowly, eager to get him slick with her juices. Greer let go of the material of her skirt and slid her palms over his chest as she leaned over to kiss him again, her hair falling forward to curtain them both. Nick wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck Nick, but she wanted to kiss him first, slow and deep before she gave him the ride of his life.
As visual as he tended to be, there was something very hot about the way Greer’s skirt draped over their bodies, hiding what felt so good underneath. It softly tickled his skin in a similar way as her hair, and every nerve ending felt alive at the moment. Nick kissed Greer back with open hunger, rocking his hips upward to rub his cock against her more firmly. Getting protection didn’t even cross his hormone-and-weed-addled mind. Nick got tested often and he’d had a vasectomy a couple of years back, so whatever. Life was short, and Greer’s body was going to feel like heaven, he could already tell. Sliding his hands down her sides to her hips, Nick shifted his angle until the tip of his cock was nudging against her opening.
Her tongue flicked against his and she pressed down against his eager hips, moaning softly when his cock slid so tantalizingly against her heat. Greer knew she probably could have just stayed there and rubbed herself to orgasm, but she didn't to tease anymore. Her lips curved into a smile against his mouth as soon as she felt him position his cock exactly where it needed to be. Greer shifted her hips back until the tip of his cock slipped inside of her. That first glide of a thick, hard cock inside of her body was Greer's idea of luxury and she sighed happily as she pushed against Nick's chest to sit up, taking him deep into her body as she did so. Oh, but she wanted to move and rock and bounce, but first Greer wanted to just savor the sensation of having him buried so deep inside of her.
There was nothing like that first thrust, and Nick loved how slowly she took it. His eyes opened as she sat up, also enjoying the press of her hands against his chest. He pushed up to get his cock fully sheathed inside of her, nudging her body upward just a bit. Nick groaned softly, squeezing Greer’s hips. It was tempting to start moving her, to rock them together to get some friction going, but it felt even better to let her control things, to just be there for this lovely stranger to take her pleasure from. At least until his patience completely ran out and instinct took over. He still felt chill for now, lazy and indulgent, just along for the very enjoyable ride. He wet his lips, letting his gaze roam downward as one hand roamed up to cup and squeeze at her breast again. “Goddamn beautiful,” he murmured absently.
Greer felt so incredibly relaxed with Nick inside of her, like she was enjoying a slow, sensual massage. She knew a lot of that was the joint they had shared, and the general feel of their evening together, but she liked it. There was a time and place for a hard quickie, but she was thrilled with the direction her night had taken. Hopefully Dev wasn't missing her too much. Greer brought her hand up to her breast to cover his, holding him there as she began to rock her hips. She was so wet that she could hear their bodies moving together beneath her skirt, and it was just another sensation that heightened everything Greer was already feeling. Nick felt full and thick inside of her, hitting just the right spot every time Greer thrust forward. She kept a lazy sort of pace to start, wanting to wring as much pleasure out of this encounter as she could.
Fuck, that was good. Nick liked the way Greer held his hand at her chest, and he gently pinched at her nipple while his fingers were conveniently right there. Pleasure spiraled down through his cock and into his lower belly, drawing his balls up tighter. He could last through a lot, but feeling Greer’s body without any barrier between them was exquisite, especially high like they were. And the way she moved her hips? Fuck. Nick let out a soft groan, shifting his hips just slightly under her as she rocked around him, just to add that bit of extra friction. It was hard for him to keep completely still during sex anyway, but he didn’t think she would be complaining. She certainly felt like she was enjoying herself. He kept looking at her, focused more on her face and tits, since everything else was covered.
Oh, she was most definitely not complaining. Greer was so used to Dev, who was always an incredibly active, vocal lover, that there was the occasional disappointment when she slept with someone else and they were content to just lay there and let her do all the work. Sex was, in her opinion, meant to bring mutual pleasure and she was always thrilled when she found someone eager to touch and move and take an active part in what their bodies were doing to each other. No, Greer hadn't known Nick very long, but his hands were her favorite part of his body. Not only did they give her some insight into his life, but they were strong and firm, capable of bringing pain and creating pleasure. He knew how to use them, drawing soft moans from her lips rather than groping and bruising the way some men might. There was a time and place for being a little rough, but at the moment, Greer was content to just bask in the languid sensations flowing throughout her body with every movement of her hips. Eventually Greer needed more, and she pressed her knees into the mattress, using it as leverage as she began to lift her hips, bouncing lightly over Nick's cock.
Lazy and languid was great, especially stoned, but it could only last for so long before the bodily urge for more took over. Nick could last longer being chill when he was on the bottom, so that worked out, but by the time Greer started upping the pace, he was more than ready to let things build. He groaned at the increased sensation, both hands sliding back down to Greer’s hips -- not to control her, but just to hang on. Nick generally didn’t have any trouble getting laid when he wanted to, but so many one-nighters were a let down, boring women who’d had too many drinks at the hotel bar, just wanting to be bent over by someone quasi-famous. He’d rarely felt this kind of connection and chemistry with someone he’d just met. The drugs probably helped, but it felt like a little more than that. His breathing got steadily heavier, and Nick moved underneath Greer, fucking up into her heat as she rode him. His pleasure spiked sharply after a while, and he had to really move to hold his climax back. Nick sat up under her, wrapping both arms around her body and arching up to kiss her hungrily, his hips still rocking to short-thrust into her.
Greer's pants and breathy moans seemed to fill the small space of the room, and she leaned back to grip Nick's strong thighs as soon as his hands fell to her hips. She knew that everyone was beautiful in their own way, and size didn't matter, but honestly, it sort of did, at least during this kind of sex. Because Nick was thick enough that he hit just the right spot to have her pleasure spiraling out of control quite rapidly. The THC in her system certainly intensified what they were already feeling, but Greer had come to the conclusion that no woman would need drugs in her system for Nick to send her flying. When he sat up against her, Greer moved her legs quite easily until she could wrap them around his back. It changed the angle of her hips some, and she felt him push deeper, which prompted a low, satisfied sigh against his lips. It didn't take long for her to start rocking her hips into his again in harder, shorter thrusts, every movement prompting a moan from her as her hands began to wander over his shoulders and down his chest to his back. She dug her short fingernails into his flesh and bit his lower lip with something of a growl in her throat, feeling that intense carnal desire to fuck start to take over.
He liked that she wrapped her legs around him, with her body pressed against his, it felt like he was surrounded by her in all possible ways -- her arms and legs, her pussy, her breath and spirit. Nick wasn’t usually one given to flights of romantic fancy, but he was a writer, and at the moment he felt like he was blessed to be fucking some goddess who’d come to slum it up on earth for a while. It was fucking delicious, and the way Greer’s body gripped him had him riding pretty close to that edge. “Fuck,” he grunted with appreciation when she got a little more aggressive, happily swept along with the vibe. Nick felt restless now too, like he wasn’t moving enough, and he decided to fix that. He grabbed Greer’s ass to lift her weight a bit as he got his legs under him to kneel so he could have more leverage, his arms moving to support her back to keep her as upright as she wanted to be. Greer wasn’t a tiny woman, but he was a big guy, and what good was his strength if he didn’t use it in times like these. Brow furrowing deeper with concentration, Nick started to thrust harder and faster into her, crushing his lips to hers again in between heavy-breathing grunts.
There was something so erotic about having her entire body wrapped around another person, their mostly naked bodies writing together until neither could stop from tumbling over that sharp, delicious peak. The noises he made, the sound of their bodies coming together so wildly, the heady smell of sex surrounding them both. Nick's entire body was fire against hers and Greer could tell her own skin was wonderfully damp and heated from their exertions. Her hands clutched his back when he lifted her to get his knees underneath his body, but Greer realized she hadn't really needed to hold on. Nick moved her like she was essentially weightless and she smiled against his mouth before gasping sharply at the sudden brutal pace of his thrusts. Greer panted against his lips before her head fell back against her neck as her moans rose in volume again. She writhed against him, pistoning her hips forward to meet every thrust of his cock. She felt frenzied as she started to peak, her cries sharper as her nails dug harder into Nick's flesh to stay close to her. Her orgasm was one of the most intense she'd ever felt and every nerve in her body felt exposed as she shook violently from it.
The noise and the movements and the way Greer thrust back at him and the sting of her nails in his skin just drove Nick on. He was panting and grunting with exertion and pleasure, both of them tangled together in his core while he fucked Greer over her peak. Moaning with her, he slowed his pace down as soon as her body clenched around him, though he didn’t stop completely, rocking deep into her and pausing through the stronger pulses. Since her head had fallen back, Nick kissed at her jaw and neck, letting one of his hands slide down to grip her ass through her skirt. It was interesting to fuck a woman senseless without ever seeing between her legs, he had to admit. A little something different. He nibbled at her skin as he felt her start to wind down, tasting the salt from her light sweat and loving it.
The way Nick continued to move inside of her while she came only seemed to prolong the pleasure. Greer's cries had shifted into soft gasps and sated moans as she came down from that exquisite high and she kept her head tilted back to enjoy more of those kisses against her skin. Since Nick seemed to be having little trouble holding her up, Greer released his back and ran her hands into his hair to guide his mouth back to hers once she had lifted her head up again. Her entire being felt boneless and floaty, overcome with a sated kind of warmth that made her want to curl herself around Nick and just bask in the afterglow. That would come soon, she was sure. Right now, she just wanted to give him more. Greer kissed him deeply, her fingers curled around the dark strands of his hair. He still felt so amazing inside of her and it was impossible to keep still so Greer began to move again, flicking her tongue against his as she rolled her hips to take him in deeper.
Nick let out a little growl as their mouths met again. Greer was just goddamn delicious, and now that he’d tapped into a bit more energy, he wanted to keep letting it out. He wrapped his arms solidly around her body to hold her to his chest, moving his hips with hers, his thighs straining in the best sort of way. Her body felt even hotter and more slick around him than it had before she came, and he felt like he couldn’t get nearly enough of it, even if he fucked her all night long. With a helpless groan, he had to pull his mouth away from Greer’s to catch a breath. Nick was getting more restless on the bottom, like he couldn’t get the range of movement he wanted, so he shifted them again. Bracing an arm against Greer’s back and one under her ass again, Nick lifted and tilted her backward, lowering her to the bed gently, if not slowly. Once he’d braced his hands at her sides and slid his knees back, he dipped in to kiss her breathlessly again, his hips starting to pump with longer, deep strokes.
She was more than willing to let him move her whenever he wanted and she moaned softly at the way he felt inside of her as he moved them both to a more comfortable position. Now on her back with her skirt bunched up around her stomach, Greer lifted both hands to cup his face as he kissed her, and she drew her knees up toward her chest to open herself up for him. Moaning against his mouth, Greer reached down to grip his sides, pulling him in against her with every pump of his hips. She felt boneless from her orgasm, but her body was quickly recovering, a spark of pleasure reigniting deep in her core at the deeper thrusts of Nick's cock. Reveling in the friction building between them again, Greer couldn't help but watch his face as she ran her hands down over his gorgeous ass before her fingers made their way up his back. He was so hard and firm in the right places and Greer wondered if she would ever get tired of touching him.
Ideally, she wouldn’t, because Nick loved being touched. So many women held back from it, or it didn’t come natural for whatever reason, and it was a shame. Nick didn’t like the unspoken cultural idea that women were for groping and men weren’t. Fuck that noise, they were all social mammals, touch was important. Especially when locked in one of the most intimate and vulnerable acts humans got up to. So Greer’s hands felt good and her eyes felt good, and her pussy felt pure heaven. Breathing hard as he gradually ramped his pace up, Nick held her eyes as much as he could before his eyes rolled closed with pleasure. “Oh fuck,” he breathed as his balls drew up tighter. He bared his teeth and groaned through them as he fucked her hard for a few moments until he peaked. Nick drove himself in deep and held there as he shuddered and moaned, his body lowering to press against Greer’s while he throbbed and let go inside of her.
It made absolutely no sense to Greer to keep her hands to herself during sex. She couldn't always keep her hands to herself when she wasn't having sex. The human body was so beautiful in so many ways, and it always felt amazing to her, especially when it was naked and pressed up against hers. She couldn't stop gliding her hands over every inch of his hot skin that she could reach, and when his thrusts intensified, Greer gripped his ass tight. Gasping loudly at the sudden force of his thrusts, Greer held him tight until he tensed above her. Gods, she loved when she could feel a man's cock swell inside of her just before he let go. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as soon as he lowered himself to her, and Greer closed her eyes, a contented sigh slipping past her lips.
Nick shifted his weight to his elbows so he at least wasn’t crushing Greer but he could stay close. Her body felt soft and curvy and perfect under his as he started to come down from the orgasm high. Not for the first time -- or the twentieth time, if he was being honest -- he was glad he’d finally decided to get a vasectomy. Occasionally taking a calculated risk with STIs was one thing, risking some woman lying about being on birth control or having something fail was another. Nick didn’t need any baby mamas, especially not now. Family was a liability. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying Greer’s arms around him and getting his breath back. Nick eventually lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her lips before he rolled off and flopped onto his back with a groan. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, giving a deep chuckle and wiping some sweat off of his forehead. “That, uh ... that would be worth braving an angry Irishman, just for the record. Your man is a lucky man.”
Greer wasn't worried about accidental pregnancies. She had been on birth control for years and while plenty of people might have considered her lifestyle to be irresponsible, Greer got tested as often as she needed to. Sometimes passion swept her away so fast that she didn't bother thinking rationally beyond it until it was over. And she certainly felt no regrets now. What would be the point? Life was meant to be enjoyed. Greer had no patience for regret. She stretched with a satisfied moan when Nick moved off of her, her bones feeling as though they could melt right into the mattress. The mention of Dev prompted Greer to laugh a little. "He is," she agreed, leaning over to press a kiss to Nick's jaw before she started to sit up so she could find her panties. "But you don't have to worry about any angry Irishmen. He'd probably take one look at you and be disappointed he didn't get to join in." Greer arched a suggestive brow at Nick before she grinned and started to get dressed.
Nick laughed a little, watching her move around. “I keep disappointing the men in this town,” he sighed playfully. “I am unfortunately straight, but definitely not opposed to joining forces with him to turn your legs to jelly.” He grinned lazily, tucking one hand behind his head while Greer got her clothes back on. He was tempted to invite her to stay, but he knew she had a man to get back to. He did believe her that he had nothing to worry about, but Nick knew he would stay just a teensy bit paranoid until a night or two had passed. Unfortunately, he’d known a couple of compulsive liars in his time. Greer probably wasn’t one of them, but it was safer to be cautious. “So you know where I am if y’all ever get lonely.” Once she looked ready, he rolled off the bed to his feet and gave a stretch, intending to walk her to the door at least. He wanted a shower, something else to munch on, and the bliss of stoned sleep.
He could have been joking, of course, but Greer smiled, deciding to take him at his word, in case Dev ever got the itch. "Noted," she said as she finishing pulling her clothes on. It didn't take long and she reached down to pick up her sandals that she had deposited by the door when she first came into the room. It was only natural for some people to feel a bit unsure after sleeping with someone who had a boyfriend, but she hoped Nick wouldn't fret over it for too long. It had been an amazing evening spent with someone she hoped to see around again, and she wouldn't want uncertainty over her relationship to be a deterrent. "Goodnight," Greer said, pushing up on her toes to kiss Nick's cheek before she slipped out of the room to head upstairs to Dev.