Viva Discordia (vivadiscordia) wrote in solsticerp, @ 2009-11-04 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | june 9 2009, noah, solana |
Tuesday - Satisfying Hungers
Who: Noah and Solana
Where: the marina, then a motel room
When: evening
Warning: NC-17
It had been pouring rain all day long, but that didn't bother Noah any. The sound of it was almost musical when he was down inside the living area of his boat, and when he'd gone for a run at midday, he hadn't minded it then, either. It was just another part of living in Darkwater: weather of all sorts, most of it very random. He wasn't hard to please as long as a tornado didn't come along and wipe them off the face of the earth. No hurricanes, at least, because the Pacific ocean was too cold for them to form. That was one small blessing.
After his run he'd showered and written some more, then gone to grab a quick dinner at the marina restaurant. It wasn't nearly as tasty as his meal the night before at Peterman's, but it had filled him up. Now he was in the bait and tackle shop-- which sold numerous other odds and ends-- picking up some sodas and snacks to take back to his boat for later. It was damned lucky for him that he had a good metabolism, seriously, he thought as he snagged a couple of King-Size Hershey bars to throw into the small shopping basket he had over one arm.
It had to be raining. Not just raining, but pouring. Solana had barely been in town two days and the skies had opened up to bleed all over her. Before she'd found any viable shelter. Not that she hadn't been wet before, but it wasn't ever a fun experience to molder and mildew in wet clothes with nothing but more mildewy clothes in her backpack. She had been huddled under a bus stop shelter for most of the afternoon, but eventually hunger got the better of her. She hadn't fed in a few days, and things were getting blurrier.
Solana ducked into the nearest shop she could find that was open -- it smelled awfully like dark earth and worms, grave-smells. She stood at the door and shook her unruly hair out a bit, eyes darting here and there before she readjusted the straps on her backpack and moved into the aisles. She absolutely felt like a drowned rat, and it was irritating.
The bait shop wasn't very crowded, which was reasonable considering that it drew the majority of its customers in the very early mornings. Noah had been the only other customer until the dark-haired girl had come in, raindrops sliding off of her hair and clothing. Once she stepped into the same aisle he was in, he couldn't help but notice her. Noah gave her a sympathetic smile. "Some weather out there, huh?" She was drenched enough that he had to wonder if she'd been outside walking around for a while, though he wasn't sure why anyone would do that in weather like this.
Though she'd been aware on some level of the human nearby, Solana still looked startled when he spoke to her. Generally it was the other way around, she had to initiate contact. Her dark eyes darted over to the man in a sideways sort of manner. He was handsome, well-built, the air was kind of wavy around him, and she looked a hot mess. Despite her feelings of being scattered and vague, instinct started to kick in almost immediately and tilted her lips into a bit of a smile as she looked away coyly. "You could say that," she said, randomly picking something up off of the shelf and putting it back.
"You look like you caught the worst side of it," Noah said pleasantly. He never had any problem talking to strangers, even when they were soaking wet and wandering around the bait and tackle shop. "Did you hitchhike in?" He wasn't trying to be overly nosy, but he couldn't think of any other reason why she'd be so wet... unless maybe her car had broken down somewhere and she'd had to walk a couple of miles to get to town. His gaze followed her as she poked around the shelf, as water dripped off the ends of her hair. She had an interesting look to her, he thought. Doe-eyed, attractive and yet there was something about her posture that was almost, well... feral.
She had the vague flitting half-thought of how did he know? before her eyes slid to him again. "Yeah, I did," she said in a tone that could pass for normal, even giving a chuckle. It was true enough, she'd done most of her traveling through hitching. She'd just arrived a couple of days before instead of that night. Solana shook her multi-ringed right hand off to get rid of the looser droplets and offered it to the man to shake. He had a warm sort of demeanor about him, like one of those genuinely nice people. Maybe just nice enough. "I'm Ana," she said, smiling a touch. Perhaps the drowned-ratness could work to her advantage.
Noah had been checking his basket out to see if he had everything he wanted, and when she introduced herself, he glanced up and then stuck out his free hand. "Noah," he told her with a nod and a smile. "Nice to meet you." Thunder grumbled overhead, and he wondered if they were going to lose power again. Not that it really affected him on his boat, since it had its own power source. "Have you ever been to Darkwater before?" he wanted to know. "It's an interesting place." He was indeed a nice guy, friendly, chatty and possibly more naive than would be desirable sometimes.
Noah. She gave his hand a squeeze in a way that was almost dainty before letting go. Though her fingers more slid over his than just pulled away. He was warm, so warm. "No, it's my first time," she said, head tilting slightly to the side as she regarded him. Beautiful lips, a strong jaw, Solana bet he liked to be pampered. "I have to admit, I'm not sure where to go right off. For a room. And a shower." She rolled her eyes upward with a chuckle, as she reached up to give her soaked hair a squeeze. "Do you have any recommendations?" Oh so helpless.
Noah tried to think if he had any suggestions for her. "Well, there's a little hotel not far from here... across the highway from Johnson's Beach," he said. "It's a family run place, not real fancy but not too expensive. It's not the weekend, so they might have a vacancy." That was probably going to be her most affordable option, he thought. "I could walk you over there, if you want," he offered. Yeah, it was raining, but hell, what else did he have to do? He could really use a brain break from writing for a little while.
"Would you?" she asked, teeth sinking briefly into her pillowy lower lip. Her gears were already turning -- in the grinding fashion they always did -- to what to say when they got there. Oh look, how unfortunate, she didn't have any money. If he could help her out, she would be oh so grateful and invite him in, if not ... surely he had a place of residence. So far he'd been a very nice gentleman. It was always worth the shot. Solana then looked slightly quizzical, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Did you walk here?" she asked, eyes moving over him finally.
"Sure," Noah said, always willing to help out a pretty lady. "Let me just buy this stuff, and we'll head out." He made his way toward the register and then paused at her question. "Yeah... I live on my boat, so I guess this is my neighborhood." In the year he'd been here, he'd found the marina an excellent place to live. There wasn't any crime to speak of; he felt safe walking around at any hour of the night. He could be kind of stupid about women sometimes-- it didn't take much for one to twist him to her whims-- but even he wouldn't ask someone he'd just met to crash at his boat. That was why he'd suggested the Darkwater Motor Inn, of course having no idea that Ana didn't have any money.
She trailed along behind him to the register, sizing him up from behind. Solana smiled slightly as he looked around to answer her question and nodded. A houseboat. Interesting. She'd never lived literally on the water before. She waited until he was done with his business, just dripping from all over on the floor. She really would have to invest in a rain slicker. Or steal one from somewhere. The thought flitted across her mind to try it here -- she'd spotted where they were kept -- but then she remembered she had a witness right in front of her. "I really appreciate your help," she told Noah as they headed for the door. "What's it like to live on a boat?"
Noah could feel her eyes on him as they walked... not that that was a bad thing, necessarily. He was getting kind of an intense vibe from her, but again, that wasn't something he had a problem with. His plastic bag in hand, he moved ahead to push the door open for her so they could exit. "It's sure different from anywhere I lived before," he told her with a smile. Once they'd exited the bait shop, he pulled the hood of his green sweatshirt up over his close-cropped head, since he didn't have an umbrella and that was the best he could do against the steady rain. "I really like it, though. 'Course you gotta be the type who doesn't get seasick. The waters're pretty rough around here, even in the slips."
As she passed by him while he held the door, she could smell him and it was completely tantalizing. Spit, sweat, piss, come, and blood, it was all there mixed together in a gorgeous package. Like a giant delicious juice box, just waiting for her to shove her straw into it. She stepped out into the pouring rain without doing anything to cover her head. The water everywhere dulled his scent down enough for her to think straight, though it still took a second for his words to make complete sense. "I never get seasick," she told him over the rush of the rain, though she had no clue if that was actually true or not. She smiled in a flirty sort of way. "How do you get your mail?" Possibly a random question, but she wanted him to keep talking.
Noah felt bad that he didn't have an umbrella or anything to offer her to help keep her dry... but then he supposed that it wouldn't help that much with as drenched as she was anyway. He figured he could just get them to the hotel as quickly as possible. "I don't have a car," he apologized, "or I'd drive us over, but it really isn't that far." At her question about the mail, he replied, "There's mailboxes over on the far side of the restaurant building for everyone who lives here permanently. I think they even accept mail for people in transit, ya know, temporary residents?" He smiled at her as their footsteps led them toward the entrance to the marina.
Solana followed along, wrapping her arms around herself as they went. She wasn't cold, she wasn't even all that uncomfortable, but she looked more convincing that way. It was mostly the wet smell that bothered her. Especially after a few days. "Do you ever go anywhere?" she asked Noah over the rain, squinting over at him a bit. She likely had raccoon eyes from runny mascara, she'd have to fix that. "I mean, besides here." Where he would go besides out into the Pacific she didn't know, but she'd never been a big boat person in the first place.
It didn't occur to him to wonder why she seemed so curious about him and his activities. He was used to talking to people, and a stranger wasn't a stranger for very long. "I have a bicycle I ride around town sometimes, but as far as taking the boat out to sea? Not usually." They'd started up the main strip outside the marina, and a matter of a few blocks would have them at the hotel. "The water around here is really choppy, and I'm not much of a sailor. I know that sounds weird." Why would he live on a boat if he didn't sail well, right? "What brings you to town?" he asked, hoping it wasn't too nosy of a question.
If it sounded weird to Solana, it didn't show on her face. She supposed a boat was as good a place to live as any, and didn't question why he'd keep it stationary. Some people lived in their cars, after all. She would live in a car, if she had one. It would at least keep her from getting rained on so much. She couldn't remember if she could drive or not, but that wasn't really important now was it? "Just a new place," she answered vaguely, looking around at where they were going. Which just got water in her eyes. Rubbing them into looking even more raccoonish, she looked over at him. "Wanted to see what it was like."
A mystery woman! Well, hey, there wasn't anything wrong with that. Noah thought this girl looked as if she should have some mysterious past. The best way he could think of to describe her was smoky, from her voice to her dark hair to the smudged rings of makeup around her eyes. Very noir. "Weird weather, but it's pretty nice here most of the time," he commented. He could feel his hoodie soaking through, and they still had a little ways to go... although he could see the neon vacancy sign in the rain-drenched darkness up ahead.
"Mmm," she hummed over the noise of the rain, and that was response enough. Nice here most of the time. Maybe it would be a quiet little burg to hang around in for a while. Until things started to go downhill again. They always did, people were just that way. Some people, at least. This one seemed decent enough, and smelled gorgeous. "I'll have to wander out to the marina again once it's sunny to appreciate it," she added, giving Noah another of those sideways smiles.
"You should," Noah told her warmly, never at a loss for making casual conversation. "They keep it up really well. Sometimes you see people just hanging around watching the boats, you know?" To him, there was nothing like the sound of water, the horns of boats honking back and forth, the cries of seabirds. Somehow, the ocean had gotten deep into the marrow of his bones, and he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. "Almost there," he said, looking up ahead as they crossed from one block to the next. "Wonder if it's ever gonna stop raining?"
Solana was more wondering if Noah was for real. He seemed ... so much like how someone would imagine the perfect red-blooded all-American boy to be. Handsome, stacked, polite, friendly. He was delicious. Even if he dissolved under her grip once she got her hands under him, he was easy on the eyes until then. She didn't answer the rhetorical question, just hummed a bit and kept her stride in time with his. Or was it the other way around? She didn't know, wasn't sure. Maybe he was just wishful thinking. That happened sometimes, things popped up that she wanted. Once they arrived at the front door of the place that supposedly had rooms, under the awning, she turned to him, brushing soaked hair out of her eyes.
Finally, some semblance of shelter. Noah smiled at her when she brushed her hair out of her face, feeling sympathy for how bedraggled she looked. It'd be horrible to be a stranger in town and not have anywhere to stay on a night like this, so he was glad he was able to help her find a place. "Okay," he said, pulling open the lobby door so she could enter, "in we go." It wasn't like the place looked crowded; it should be fairly quick and simple for her to get a room.
She walked into the building, 'accidentally' brushing her arm against his hand holding the door as she did. Her chilled, sensitive skin could feel the heat difference and ugh. Gods. "Be right back," she said with a smile before heading toward the counter. She didn't want him hovering too close, in case the clerk decided to have pity on her as well and cut her a break on the room. From the look on his face when he took her in, she didn't think it'd be a problem, but just in case. She commenced talking to him in low tones, asking how much, what kinds of beds, if anyone had died there recently.
Noah waited near the door, figuring there didn't need to be more water dripping onto the floor up near the desk than there already was from Ana's hair and clothing. Her voice as she talked to the clerk was so low that he couldn't hear a word of what she was saying, but that was all right. Her business and all; she didn't need him for that. He glanced around the lobby, seeing that it looked fine. Nothing fancy, but everything seemed clean. Hopefully the rooms would be okay, too. He'd stayed here for a couple of nights when he'd first come to town and had found them adequate.
It turned out that she did have enough money to cover it -- which had been questionable at first -- but she made a show of digging around in her bag and coming up empty-handed. "I'm so, so sorry," she said to the clerk, a teensy bit louder than she'd said everything else. How embarrassing, blah blah. Solana turned from the desk and shuffled her way back to Noah, shaking her head slightly. "I suppose a bus shelter for the night wouldn't be so bad," she said with a faint chuckle. "Seems to be a quiet town." She shrugged her thin shoulders and re-settled her pack. "Not enough cash."
There was no way Noah could leave a woman to sleep at the bus station or wherever. That just wasn't him. "No, hang on," he said, leaving her to make his way up to the desk. It wasn't like it cost a fortune to stay here, and it wasn't like he didn't have it. He wasn't rolling in it yet, but he had enough practical sense to know that after another best-seller or two, he could write his own ticket. To him, that kind of thing meant giving back since he'd been blessed. After a brief conversation with the clerk and handing over the credit card from his wallet for imprinting, he was back with a key in his hand. The place still had actual keys, which he thought was neat. Most places had those little key cards. "I paid you through the weekend," he said when he rejoined her. "That'll give you a chance to get on your feet and get something going."
Well at least she was getting something out of this encounter. A free weekend with a roof sounded about right to Solana. Now if he would just donate a few bodily fluids, he would be perfect ... "Oh my god, thank you so much," she said with the proper amount of grateful awe. "That's incredibly generous of you." To give it just the right amount of tease, the second after she'd taken the key from him she was wrapping her arms around his neck. What solid shoulders he had, m'dear. "Thank you so, so much." She paid an inordinate amount of attention to his body's language and reaction, to gauge things a little better.
"It's okay." Noah laughed a little self-consciously as she put her arms around him, aware of the clerk sneaking glances at them. "I just... you're new in town, and it's raining like hell. Ya know?" He hadn't done it to be thanked, although he would've thought it rude of her not to thank him. "Anyone could end up needing some extra help sometime." He patted her awkwardly, finding it difficult to return the embrace with the backpack on her back. He was slightly uncomfortable but that was only because the desk clerk was watching them like they were the best thing since a premium movie on HBO. "C'mon, I'll walk you over there," he said, mainly because he wanted to get away from that hawk-like stare.
That was better than not being walked. Solana let go of him and straightened his jacket out a bit as though she were embarrassed at her own reaction. Then gave him another smile and headed for the door again. It was one of the establishments that had the room doors on the outside. She didn't mind that, there was less chance of anyone making lots of note of when she came and went. Checking the number on the key, Solana turned a bit as she walked to look up at Noah again. "Can I invite you in? For a cup of coffee, maybe? To warm up some?" She didn't verbally play up the 'I'm so lonely' angle, but her dark eyes were hopeful. Just some spit, that was all she needed to tide her over.
Noah was taking her at her word for why she was asking him in, not thinking anything about it. He could imagine that it'd be depressing to go into a low-budget motel room in a strange town by oneself, particularly when it was sheeting down rain. "It'd be nice to warm up some before I walked back," he said, grabbing a handful of his hoodie and attempting to wring it out, then giving her a wry look. "Maybe the rain'll slack by then, if you really don't mind me coming in." She most likely wouldn't have asked if she minded, but still. It seemed worth saying.
"Of course I don't," she said, sticking the key in the door and opening up the room. On the contrary, she loved that he was coming in. It was perfection, men were always more pliable in the privacy of an anonymous hotel room. With a bed, no less. The room was smallish and cozy, and thankfully didn't have that stale smell so many places did. Solana dropped her pack near the pressboard dresser and went to the window unit to turn the heat up. She drew the curtains all the way closed as well, then headed for the bathroom, shedding her outer jacket. She grabbed two towels and offered him one as she emerged again.
Noah had pulled off his hoodie and wrung it out just outside the door before entering the room and closing the door behind him. He made his way over to the metal bar set into a recessed place in the wall to put the garment on one of the hangers. He wouldn't be here long enough for it to dry, but maybe some of the excess moisture would drip out of it. "Thanks," he said as she offered him a towel, and he used it to pat down his face and arms. "Crazy night out there." Of course, that was common for the Darkwater/Eldritch area. He wandered over to the heating unit and held his hands over it, clad in a blue t-shirt, jeans and waterlogged running shoes.
"Is it like this often?" Solana asked, eying him from behind. Without a jacket he was even more well-formed, and only tantalized the yawning hunger in her belly. She rubbed the moisture off of her own skin with the towel she had and bent over to wrap her wild hair up in it. She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror and was aware that she looked completely frightful, so she ambled back into the open bathroom to start to run warm water in the sink. It was face-washing time.
"Yeah, pretty much," Noah told her, glancing over his shoulder at her and then turning his attention back to the heater. "It doesn't always pour down buckets of rain, but the weather's always doing something strange. Windstorms, fog, unexpected heat waves." He shrugged a little, then raised his voice to be heard over the water she'd started running in the sink across the room. "There's something about the atmosphere here. Cold fronts, warm fronts." He wasn't a meteorologist, so that was the best he could do.
Interesting weather might work to her advantage. It would drive people indoors, at least. Solana quickly washed her face as well as she could with the tiny soap-bar in the sink. She emerged looking more human, even if there were still remnants of dark smudges around her eyes. "Sounds like it will stay interesting, at least," she said with a chuckle, moving to the small coffee-maker that was sitting on the desk. Sniffing at the opened package, she filled the pot and started it brewing. Solana didn't care for the stuff much herself, but if it would keep him there, it would keep him there. "How long have you lived here?" she asked, glancing over at him.
"Little over a year," Noah told her when she asked him how long he'd lived in the area. He turned himself around, deciding it was rude to keep presenting her with his back as he talked to her. He was beginning to feel less chilled; the heating system seemed to be decent, which was a great thing on a chilly, rainy night. "It's got its own kind of charm. You think you'll stay around a while?" She didn't seem to have any belongings to speak of, and obviously she didn't have a car, since she'd been hitching. He didn't think he'd like such a rootless sort of life for himself.
Wanting to get a bit closer while the coffee brewed, Solana joined him near the heater, sticking her own thin, pale hands out. It was working nicely indeed, though it did nothing for the chilled gnawing in her core. "I might," she hummed, glancing over at him through dark lashes. "If I can perhaps find some work." She doubted that would be a problem, honestly. She'd seen enough bars on the way in to think she could likely get a good business going and keep herself fed at the same time. If folks kept their mouths shut. "I like it so far. If you're any indication of how friendly the people are."
"There's usually people hiring all around," Noah said. It was summer, and the coastal area where they lived saw quite a bit of tourism. "I bet you won't have too much trouble." She was soaking wet, yeah, but even with that it was impossible to miss the fact that she was an attractive woman. Depending on what sort of work she did, of course, she'd probably do fine. His cheeks colored a little when she praised him, and he said, "Thanks. Most people I've met so far are pretty friendly." The warm air from the heater was warming his backside quite nicely, and he rubbed his own hands together, finding that they were mostly unfrozen now.
Completely aware of what she was doing, but in a way that seemed to be absent-minded, Solana pulled the towel off of her head and let her hair fall back down, knowing its partially-dried state would turn it into a mess of dark curls instead of a plastered-down rat's nest. She ran her fingers through it, eyes on Noah. That little blush was tantalizing. "I really owe you for the room," she said, a soft smile playing with her lips. You couldn't rush the nice boys, not usually. Unless there was something else to them, and as they were both warming up, she was catching another scent under his skin and detergent. "I appreciate it so much."
Noah watched her, his gaze admiring. There was something languid about her, her movements, her expression, her soft voice, but beneath that burned some sort of energy. Maybe he was just waxing poetic with his fiction writer's brain, but the description that wanted to emerge for her was quiet fire. "Really," he said, feeling mildly flustered by something in her smile. "I'm glad I, uh... was able to do it. It's cool." While he knew the average person couldn't or wouldn't pay for five nights in a hotel room-- even a cheap hotel room-- for someone else, there was no way he could have left her to her own devices with no money and no place to stay. The room was warming now, the scent of brewing coffee was tantalizing, and the rain continued to pound down outside. A poetic kind of night all the way around.
They had locked gazes and everything. Solana pondered whether or not it was the right moment, and decided against it. If she made a move now, he might think she was attempting to pay him back with sex, and while that worked just fine for some men, she didn't peg Noah as the type. So for the time being, she just stared at him another heartbeat before draping the towel over her shoulders and moving back toward the coffee maker. The little two-cup job was nearly done and she unwrapped the sterile styrofoam coffee mugs. "Do you take sugar in it?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. She was aware that her soaked t-shirt and jeans were clinging to her, and she had plenty to be proud of in the body department.
"Sugar," Noah replied, finally moving away from the heater. "Yeah, sugar's great." He was trying to be a gentleman and not look overmuch at the state of her soaked t-shirt, because it was really, really not leaving much to the imagination. He was a nice guy, but he was a man, too, and it was difficult not to notice things like that. He pulled out one of the chairs that was pushed up to the little round table in one corner and plopped himself down in it. "You ever notice how motel-room coffee gets really hot? Scalding hot. Sometimes you gotta run water from the sink into the cup before you can drink it." Or it could just be that he always got impatient and tried to drink it before it had cooled enough. Maybe both.
Chuckling faintly, Solana added plenty of sugar to his cup. "I have noticed that, yes," she said. She usually didn't drink it, herself, but it seemed plausible enough. She spent plenty of time in motel rooms, after all. Holding the cup between her palms, she brought it to him, setting it down on the tiny little table. "Give it a second," she advised with a teasing little smile, then moved to fix her own cup. As she did, she made a 'tsk' sort of sound and tugged at her jeans. They were mildly uncomfortable, but it was a feeling she was far used to. However, she had an audience at the moment. "So what do you do, Noah?" she asked as she stepped into the bathroom again, only just out of sight. She unzipped her jeans and peeled them off, hanging them up over the shower curtain rod. Solana wrapped another smallish towel around her waist and went back to prepping her coffee cup.
"Think I'll do that," Noah said with a smile as he noticed just how much steam was rising from the cup. "Thanks." He had no desire to burn blisters on his tongue tonight. He thought for a moment, then kicked off his shoes and pushed them carefully beneath the table's edge with one socked foot and settled back in the chair slightly, crossing his ankles. That was much better. He didn't want her to think he was settling in to stay all night or anything, but sodden shoes were really uncomfy. She departed to the bathroom, and as she asked him what he did, he could hear the distinctive sound of a zipper being unfastened. "I'm a writer," he told her. "Novelist, actually." She emerged again, and he tried not to look surprised that her lower half was now clad in a towel. Well hey, wet jeans. Made sense. "How about you, when you're not traveling from one town to the next?" he asked.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that," she said. She put plenty of sugar and creamer into the cup and stirred it, turning to look at him. "I pick up odd part time jobs, clean houses sometimes, that sort of thing. No ... career." She waved a hand dismissively and ambled over to the bed to perch on the edge. "What types of novels do you write?" she asked, dark eyes steady on him. Solana sipped serenely from her own mug, though she wasn't a fan of the stuff. Not any longer. The days were long gone when she would bask in the Miami heat, sipping espresso in an outdoor cafe. Now, as then, it mattered to keep up appearances, now was just completely different.
Noah had started to sip at his coffee, and it was warming him up nicely. It was most likely also due to the heater in the small room, which was working overtime. "Horror and suspense sort of stuff," he told her when she asked. "It pays the bills," he said self-depreciatingly; he'd never been the sort to want to make a display of what he did or to brag about it. She'd be highly unlikely to know who he was anyway, he thought. They hadn't exchanged last names. "Sometimes it takes people a while to find out what they really want to do," he said encouragingly of her job situation.
Solana chuckled in the back of her throat, crossing one slim leg over the other and not fixing the towel as it fell away from her thigh a bit. She knew what she really wanted to do, but it wasn't something that could be said in polite company. It would scare him away, most likely, sweet all-American boy that he seemed to be. "Vampire sort of stuff?" she asked, sipping on her coffee and keeping her gaze fixed on his face. Wouldn't that be amusing? She was always titillated when some new vampire fad worked its way through society, in all its inaccuracy.
"More like serial killers, blood and gore," Noah answered her. "One of my books had a few vamps, but it was set in the Victorian age, so it wasn't so much--" He gestured, trying to draw a comparison. "--True Blood or, God forbid, Twilight. It was the more urbane sort of vampire." She was going to think he was nuts, but he got into supernatural shit of all kinds as well as the workings of the demented human brain. He set his half-empty cup down, nearly tipping it as he realized just how much of her lovely, shapely legs were showing. Wow, she was pretty in that exotic, untamed way, and wow, he was feeling exceptionally warm.
Attuned as she was to that sort of thing, Solana saw where his eyes went. She swayed her foot just slightly, in a casual way, to flex the muscles in her leg. "So Noah," she said with a small smirk. It was time to cut the small talk bullshit and get to business. She arched a flirty eyebrow at him and took another sip of coffee, letting the tip of her tongue linger on the edge of the mug for a second. "Got a girlfriend? Wife?" Not that it really mattered, if anyone knew that, it was Solana. Most men had very selective memory about the women in their life, when it came right down to it. It just took the right words and the right touch.
He wondered for a few seconds how they'd gone from what he wrote about to whether or not he had a significant other, but he didn't dwell on it. Noah was having trouble focusing on practicalities, because he was getting the feeling that what Ana had just asked him wasn't an idle question. There was a reason behind it as well as a weight in the air that had him shifting in his seat. "Uh, no," he told her. "Women don't tolerate my schedule very well." He'd yet to find a woman who could deal with his weird hours and his complete focusing in on his work at times... not that he was looking to get serious with anyone at this point in time, anyway.
This was taking forever to Solana, and she was glad to hear that he didn't have anyone to mentally tie him down. If anybody was the type to get all chivalrous and hesitate, it was the handsome guy in front of her. What a waste that would be. "That's a shame," she said, not sounding like she thought that was a shame in the least. She set her coffee aside on the nightstand and stood up in one smooth motion. "I don't have anybody either," she told him, fingering the edge of the towel at her waist. And now commenced the end game. She stepped forward and leaned in close to him, putting her hands on the arms of the chair and letting the towel slip off of her. "I'd like to thank you for the room," she murmured near his ear.
Noah could usually roll with anything, could come up with something to say under any circumstance... but the way Ana practically pounced had him a bit speechless. "You uh--" His eyes traveled from her face to her chest encased in the still-damp t-shirt she wore to the curve of her hip and the sleek lines of her thigh before he was able to force himself to look at her face again. "--don't have to, like..." Great, all it took was a half-naked woman to reduce him to a stammering teenager again. "...I mean, you don't owe me anything." He would be horrified if Ana thought he was expecting her to sleep with him, or whatever she seemed to have in mind, because he'd paid for her room. His heart was beating faster as he watched her, and he couldn't summon the strength of will to move away. He didn't want her to think he'd treat her like a whore, but God help him if he didn't want what she seemed to be offering.
A slow smile crossed Solana's face, and she tongued the back of one of her canines. This was going to work, she could tell already. She could hear his heart pick up, hear the blood rush around in his veins, surely loaded with delicious hormones. Not that she was overly interested in his blood. "Oh I know," she practically purred, brushing her full lips against his cheek. On the other side of that skin would be the tangy taste of his saliva, and she wanted it. "I want to," she murmured, moving her mouth further in, aiming for his lips. "To taste you." And then she was kissing him, putting a few lip-nibbly ones in first before she deepened it, hungry for what he could give her. She was not disappointed. Solana slipped into a more comfortable position, climbing onto and straddling his lap with her light weight.
Noah was hypnotized by her nearness as she hovered over him and started to kiss his cheek and then his mouth, so soft and tantalizing at first and then deeper. It would have taken a much stronger man than he was to push her away even then and particularly after she straddled him and settled herself onto his lap. She wanted to, he hadn't coerced her into anything, he thought somewhat dazedly as his tongue slipped into the well of her mouth. He didn't want to take advantage, but his sex drive, neglected for quite a while now in favor of his writing, had flared into life just as suddenly as she'd whipped off her towel and set that delectable rear of hers, clad in a pair of thin panties, into his lap. He kissed her more intently, his hands running up her bare thighs and settling at her hips beneath the hem of her t-shirt.
It was satisfying and exhilarating all at the same time. Solana's heart picked up, for entirely different reasons than Noah's had. Granted, he was attractive, and sometimes she actually enjoyed sex the way the living did, but her hunger overrode all, and it had been a while since she'd fed last. Still, she knew how to play the part, and her hips rocked under his hands, writhing against him. There were subtle differences in all men, in what they liked and didn't like, but a lot of things remained the same. She briefly -- and with internal difficulty -- pulled her mouth away from his, and tugged her damp t-shirt off of herself, tossing it to the side and letting him get a good look at her body before claiming his lips again. He had to be good and aroused before she could milk him for everything he had.
Noah made a soft sound of protest when she pulled her mouth away from his until he realized why she'd done it. He watched raptly as she peeled off the shirt to reveal breasts that were surprisingly full considering her light weight, and one hand slid up from her hip to cup one of them and brush his thumb over the nipple as she leaned back in to kiss him again. He wanted to pull his own shirt off and maybe more than that, but he was having trouble even thinking about disengaging from her for long enough to do that. It wasn't a bad problem to have, really, he thought as his restless hands roamed her body, finally settling at her hips again to rock her against his growing hardness. The rain continued to pound down outside, and the only sound inside was the hum of warm air blowing from the wall unit and the gasps of stolen breath and heavy kissing.
Like a lot of men, he had plenty of saliva, and where most women in Solana's experience were largely dry kissers, she was not. She wanted as much of it as he could put out, and sucked on his tongue encouragingly as her own hands slipped under his wet shirt. His heart and breath were strong and steady, and she could feel that he was eager under her cotton panties. Even the nicest of Nice Guys only had to be handled right. There was some measure of smug satisfaction underneath her hunger. She continued to kiss him like she was starving for a few minutes, her short, bitten nails dragging here and there over his sides. Eventually she pulled her mouth away again, looking at him with hazy eyes as she sucked the remaining moisture off of her bottom lip. It was good, but she wanted something more satisfying. With strength that didn't look like it belonged in her thin arms, she pulled his hands off of her and slid backwards, dropping to her knees between his legs. Skinny fingers immediately went for his button and zipper.
Noah had been ready to pull those panties off of her and inquire as to whether she had condoms somewhere in the midst of her backpack when she slid down his body and to the floor and started to undo his jeans. Well, okay, he could be down with whatever she wanted to do, and he took the opportunity to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it away before lifting his hips to facilitate her getting his pants undone and pushed down. If there was a part of his brain that found this kind of peculiar-- being in a stranger's hotel room as she prepared to go down on him-- the rest of him shoved those thoughts aside. He worked his underwear down as well, biting his lip to try to stifle the harsh sound of his breathing as he contemplated the compellingly attractive woman between his legs, about to wrap her lush, full lips around his cock.
Solana helped him get his jeans off, moving out of the way, and forgetting not to lick her lips when his nudity was in full view. It was like looking at the most delicious fruit bowl ever assembled. She ran her hands up his generous thighs and over his groin to his hips as she leaned in. Just the smell of him was absolutely intoxicating. She murmured a soft appreciative sound as her tongue emerged to run up his hard length. His taste was all musk with the tantalizing edge of sweat and Solana was in love. Her tongue got to the very tip of his cock, and a drop of pre-cum touched it, and she wanted to spend the rest of her long life doing nothing but devouring him. Absolute perfection. She slipped her lips around his head and suckled gently, mindful of the canines in her mouth that had grown slightly longer than the rest of her teeth.
There was something super sexy about a girl who enjoyed giving head, and in Noah's experience, one could always tell if a woman was into it or was just doing it to please them. It was fairly apparent that Ana was enjoying herself, and he sure as hell was. It had been way too long since he'd had this particular pleasure, and he felt like a mass of shivers and twitches as she licked her way up his length and then took him partially into her mouth. His toes curled against the carpeted floor and his head tipped back; soft gasps escaped him as he shuddered beneath the lash of her tongue and tried not to thrust up into her mouth. Too much movement from him and this would be over much too soon.
It was obvious that Noah was enjoying her particular talents. He damn well should've been; Solana had had plenty of practice. It was an art-form, really. Balancing sensation against making a show of it. Men were such visual creatures. With a soft moan in the back of her throat that wasn't entirely contrived, she dipped her head to pull him further into her warm mouth. She slid her tongue along the sensitive underside of his head as she built a slow rhythm, gradually moving from teasing softness into firmer pressure. She probably could've set him off as quickly as she wanted to, but going too fast was always suspicious. Plus, if he enjoyed it, he might come back for more. Her dark eyes drifted up to his every now and then, telling him how much she loved sucking on his cock. And it was true; the tiny bit of seepage she was getting was delicious.
Noah watched her for as long as he could, because there was nothing hotter than watching a gorgeous woman lick and suck at him mercilessly. His eyes fell closed finally as he lost himself to the heated pressure of impending orgasm. He thrust his hips upward, his movements almost languid, his fingers white as they clutched the arms of the chair, and he gasped, "Gonna come." Which she might have realized anyway, but in case she'd planned to stop before he went off and climb onto him, he wouldn't want her to be disappointed. His breath caught in his throat and his stomach muscles tensed as he savored that amazing sensation of almost there.
Those were the magic words, and Solana picked up her efforts even more, gladly pushing him right over his edge. The experience was always enjoyable; the gasping and tensed muscles and loss of control was rather exciting. She'd even been involuntarily slapped during an orgasm, and it had been incredibly erotic. Noah didn't disappoint, and she greedily swallowed down every drop that spurted out of him. It was art, poetry, a masterpiece of the human body, and she felt the warmth spread through her. The satisfaction as her thirst was slaked. It didn't take a lot, but she was delighted to find he had a nice full load. Once she was sure he was completely done, and she'd gently tongued any stray moisture off of him, she lifted her head and took in his expression.
Noah was trying to catch his breath as he gazed down at her. That had been crazy hot, the way she'd just... wrung him dry, swallowed him down. He felt warm and sated, sitting there in only a pair of slightly damp socks. Actually he probably looked really silly right now, but he felt too good to care. "What can I do for you?" he asked her, his voice a husky, still slightly winded, whisper, reaching for one of her hands to tug on it gently. He didn't like the thought of leaving a woman unsatisfied, particularly after she'd given him the best blow job he could ever remember having. Incredible.
Solana was satisfied down to the tips of her toes. She never felt more alive than after she'd just fed, more aware of the moment and present. She rose up on her knees when he tugged, leaning on his warm chest to nuzzle at the scruff on his jaw lightly. The feelings of gratitude were always strong and warm, and she almost wanted to lay him down and rub his back and put him to sleep. "You've done quite enough," she murmured, her tone close to loving as she pressed a soft kiss against his collarbone.
"Nothing?" Noah asked, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder as she leaned against him, nuzzled at his jaw and then his collarbone. She certainly didn't seem shy; he couldn't imagine that she'd feel awkward asking for what she wanted for herself after that. He started to feel mildly uncomfortable as he wondered if she really had felt obligated to try to pay him back for paying for her room. He wasn't sure what he could do if she didn't want him to reciprocate though, besides putting his clothes back on and going on home.
She wasn't terribly surprised that he was questioning it; he just seemed like that sort of guy. It wasn't like it would be a bad thing to be pleasured, she supposed. It had been a while since she'd gotten that sort of attention. When it wasn't from purely selfish motives, after all. Or seemingly selfish, as she always benefited, but that was beside the point. Solana lifted her head to meet his eyes, seeing him more clearly than she had before. "I never make it an obligation," she said, the pleased smile still lingering on her lips. "If you want to stay and fool around some more, I won't complain. If you'd rather go, that's fine too. No pressure, no strings."
Noah smiled at her, feeling slightly better and determined to banish that uneasy feeling that had started to churn inside him. He enjoyed women, enjoyed pleasuring them, whatever it took to make them tick. "There's nothing obligatory about it," he said, his gaze frankly admiring as he took her in, noticing for the first time that one of her nipples was pierced. She was gorgeous, and he had no intentions of heading back out into the rain yet if there was more fun to be had. "We could move this to the bed," he suggested, his fingers toying with the lacy waistband of her panties. "More comfortable."
That got a rather radiant smile out of her. Not that Noah had any concept, but she looked more like who she'd been in her first life, in Miami, than she had in long years. He'd had his and he wanted to stay. Which likely meant more food for her, and perhaps some straight-up fun. "That sounds like a plan," she purred, and leaned in to nip lightly at his bottom lip before she stood up to give him room to do the same. Lifting her arms up over her head and snapping her fingers, she hummed a snatch of music in her head and more danced her way to the bed than walked, with slow-rhythm sinewy hip movements.
Noah pushed up from the chair, completely entranced for the moment. She was graceful, almost elegant as she danced her way to the bed, and he followed her eagerly. A rainy night spent in carnal pleasures with an exotic and mysterious woman sounded like something from one of his novels, and now he was going to find out what it was like in real life. Right now, he couldn't think of anything he'd prefer to do.