So an Italian from Jersey walks into a bar Who: Carr and Gio What: Visiting the local watering hole When: Wednesday evening Where: Mercy Warnings: Extremely NSFW
Carr may have only been working for Colin for a few days, but he was enjoying the work. It made a nice change, to be working for a were. Even places that had been were-friendly, he always felt like he was being watched closely. Like they were afraid he’d spontaneously fursplode and rip their throats out.
In any case, it certainly made conversation a lot easier. Colin had questions, having only been a were for a year or so, and Carr was doing his best to answer them. It hadn’t all been that way round, though. Since he couldn’t exactly share Colin’s cage without them ripping each other’s throats out, he’d been looking into alternatives. Kris had done ok at controlling him so far, but they usually stuck to smaller towns with big expanses of forest. In a bigger city, there wasn’t as much chance of staying out of someone’s way.
Colin had suggested the cages at Mercy, Carr suspected in the hopes that he’d give up his usual habit of trusting Kris to keep him away from people. There was no harm in looking though, so he’d headed to Mercy after work, stopping to grab a bite to eat and a shower at home. He was dressed simply, a thin grey wool sweater with the sleeves pushed up his forearms a little, worn jeans, and scuffed boots. Carr was not a guy to make much effort, especially when he had no plans beyond a couple of beers, and some questions for security. He wanted to make sure it was going to be safe, wanted to check out their arrangements for himself.
He’d spoken to the manager, Liam, and had a tour of the rooms where they held the weres at full moon. Carr was surprised at how matter-of-fact he seemed about it, and how organised it was. He’d expected fairly rough-and-ready cells, but this...he couldn’t help but be impressed. Tour done, and arrangements made, Carr had headed up to the main bar to get himself a drink. Sitting at the bar he nursed a beer, idly watching the crowd.
Gio had spent the day unpacking some of the boxes that had arrived at her new home. She was glad that the moving part was mostly done and just unpacking remained and putting things away. Organizing, however, was a pain in the ass and by the time the day wound towards a close, she was ready to shoot someone. Deciding that she needed a break for a little while, she hopped in the shower and got herself dressed in something cute and backless and headed off to the local nightclub, Mercy.
She could use a beer and a couple of shots and maybe some casual flirting. She was a young woman still, even if her mother liked to think that she was an old maid. She wanted to have some fun and she planned on doing just that. She was settled at the bar for only a few minutes when the rough looking man appeared beside her. She arched a brow at him, looking slightly disheveled but still strikingly handsome. Flashing a smile, she turned her body ever so slightly towards him. "Evening." she murmured, gently stirring her cocktail with the little straw thingy it had inside it.
Carr looked over at her, then back over his shoulder double-checking that it was in fact him she was talking to. But yep, it was definitely him.
“Evening,” he replied politely, smiling at the attractive woman. He wasn’t looking for company, and certainly not for anything more, but he also wouldn’t be rude. He didn’t invite conversation, though, body still turned towards the bar, arms folded on the bar top in front of him. He picked up his beer, taking a generous gulp, then making a face. God, he really didn’t know why he bothered, he should know better than to order a beer at clubs. It was always American piss.
He replied, smiled and pretty much turned away as if he hadn't seen her at all. He must be one of very few choices; blind, ignorant, gay or just an asshole. Perhaps a mixture of the four in some random combination. Or possibly hard to get. Challenges weren't difficult for Giovanna, being a lawyer, she did like to argue. She rolled her eyes a little and stopped twirling her drink and instead focused on giving her glove a little tug. She really despised having to wear gloves all the time but it was better than accidentally touching someone and having visions roll through her head.
"I'm sure you don't make many friends with that attitude of yours." she commented. She wasn't the sort of woman that held her tongue to anyone, even new people. Lifting her drink, she took a sip and then placed it back on the bar and turned her attention to the man again. "Do you always come into bars to drink beer and look like you want to vomit?" she asked him, brow arched slightly.
“Only American bars,” he replied, laying the accent on a little thicker than was perhaps warranted. Smiling thinly, he pushed the bottle of beer away from him, flagging down a passing bartender and ordering a bourbon on the rocks instead.
“Do you always approach random strangers and insult them?” He asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She was hot, there was no denying that. Carr was kind of amused at how brash she was being - and typically American. The girls back home had never come up to him and talked like this. Mind you, the last time he’d been home had been about ten years previously, and he’d been far skinnier, with a far worse haircut.
"Yes." she told him honestly. "I'm a lawyer, prosecuting attorney actually, it's in the job description." she murmured, a bright smile replacing the scowl she'd put on her face. She knew well and good she was being watched in the mirror and the banter between them already amused her. The accent was sexy as well and she couldn't help but let her knees press a bit more tightly together. Foreign men were evil beings. Just the mere whisper of their gorgeous accents could light fires between women's thighs and she was well aware that they probably knew as much. Bastards. Turning her attention and her body towards him once more, she offered out a hand. "Giovanna De Luca." she murmured. "You can call me Gio."
Carr looked over at her, rather than the reflection. One corner of his mouth lifted, a slight smirk as he turned on the bar stool to face her, one arm still resting on the top of the bar. He took her hand in his, shaking it. She had a firm grip, and his eyebrow quirked upwards just for a moment. Unusual, but he guessed she had to shake a lot of hands in her line of work.
“Cardoc Wallace,” he replied. “Y’can call me Carr.” He was intrigued, certainly. He still wasn’t interested in whatever she was selling.
"I take it you're not from around here, Carr." she commented. "Either that or you're an actor trying out new accents to fool women into sleeping with you." she teased as she released his hand once more and took another sip of her drink. "So what brings you across the pond to a place like Washington D.C.?" she asked. Then she smirked a little at him. "You're not a terrorist are you?" she asked, obviously teasing.
Carr couldn’t help but laugh at that. “No, not a terrorist. And not from around here.” He didn’t plan on elaborating much further, but he had little hope that she was going to let the subject drop. She was a lawyer, after all. They could be pretty tenacious.
“A thirst for adventure brought me to the States, and work’s kept me here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was omitting a hell of a lot of information. But telling people he’d fallen in love, got married, then lost his wife and child, tended to put a downer on conversations.
“And yourself? Are you a local?” It was only polite to return the questioning, after all.
She shook her head. "No." she told him. "I'm from New Jersey." she explained to him though it was probably sort of obvious in her accent. She couldn't get rid of it no matter how much she might have wanted to. "Just moved here to be closer to my cousin. She's having a baby. Helped me to escape my mother who thinks that that's all women were put on the planet for."
Ah, that explained the accent. He’d given up on trying to identify people by their accents over here, he didn’t have an ear for them at all.
“Aye, I know a few people like that back home.” His mother was one of them, in fact, and had never approved of the fact that Carr had left most of the day-to-day running of the bookstore to Melanie, and had been happy to look after Rose most of the time. She’d found it bizarre. And between them getting married and having Rose, just about every phonecall had started with, “So, have you got any news for us, son?”
“I take it you don’t have any kids yourself, then?” It seemed a fair assumption to make, considering the scornful tone she’d had, talking about her mother.
"No." she told him, shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love children. I just... wanted to have a stable job, a house of my own and a real life to offer not only children, but my husband as well. I don't want to come to the table making a man feel like he has to take care of me. I don't need to be taken care of. At least not financially." In bed was a different matter. Men could take care of her that way all they wanted.
“Aye, I can see that,” he murmured. She was an interesting woman, certainly, but he wouldn’t want to try persuading her to let a man look after her. Melanie had been the same.
“Mind you, a lawyer’s salary, you’ve got that bit sorted out already,” he pointed out, taking a sip of his bourbon. Ah, much better than what passed for beer here. Carr had grown used to mediocre beer, had started developing a taste for spirits instead. Not much - he’d seen too many families ripped apart by booze back home, when the jobs had started drying up. But he couldn’t deny that a drink now and then was nice.
"I do well." she said with a nod. She couldn't deny that her salary was quite wonderful considering the unemployment rate. No matter what, there'd always be the need for prosecuting attorneys, that was sure and certain. "So what sort of work do you do?" she asked the man, unable to keep her curiosity at bay.
”Bit of this, bit of that,” Carr answered. He’d done so many odd jobs over the years, he couldn’t keep track of them all. Being a mechanic was probably one of his favourites though - he was glad he’d found a job doing that in D.C. It made things a lot easier, not least because he could borrow the tools from Colin to work on his bike.
“Right now, I’m working as a mechanic.” He didn’t try and sugarcoat it, or make it sound glamorous - he wasn’t trying to impress Gio, after all.
"A mechanic." she murmured, a bit impressed regardless. Mechanics were good with their hands and that was always a lovely skill to possess. "Very nice. At least you won't break down on the road anywhere." she commented. "I've become quite the fan of triple A thanks to a few unfortunate vehicular events." She was shit as a mechanic and she knew it and didn't try to hide it in the slightest.
Carr laughed. “Yeah, I really wish that was true...” He shrugged. “Sometimes, you have to take it to a garage. Good thing too,” he grinned, “or I’d be out of a job.” He didn’t mind easy jobs - most garages relied on people not wanting to do any of the work themselves. He knew that most people didn’t find a sort of calm in stripping an engine, not the way he did.
“So y’know, if you’re having car troubles, or anyone you know that is, send them to RK Auto repair.” He might as well get Colin more business if he could.
Excellent, now she knew where he worked and if she wanted to see him again, she'd be able to find him. It all worked out perfectly. She'd gotten information without too much difficulty. "I'll be sure to tell anyone that I know about you guys." Gio smiled.
Carr finished off his bourbon, debating whether to order another. Drinking alone was kind of pathetic, but if he was drinking with Gio, it wasn’t quite so bad.
“Can I get you something?” He asked, attracting the bartender’s attention. Hell, he’d had worse company on nights out, at least she was pretty to look at. He ordered a drink for himself, before looking questioningly at Gio, one eyebrow quirked.
Even better, now he was ordering her a drink. "I'll have what you're having." she smiled. She wasn't a huge fan of beer herself and hell, he looked like he had decent taste. Of course he had good taste in women since he was still having a lovely conversation with her.
Well, that was easy enough. He paid for both their drinks, lifting his glass in a toast to her. “Cheers,” he grinned, taking a sip. He was curious now as to whether she’d ordered the drink to impress him, or whether she’d actually enjoy bourbon with ice. A good bourbon, admittedly, but it wasn’t something he’d expect a woman to drink. Not without a mixer.
“Wouldn’t have thought you’d like straight bourbon,” he said at last, watching her reaction as she took a sip of her drink.
Gio was a lawyer and late nights meant stiff drinks so when she took a sip of the drink, she didn't so much as make a face. She smiled as she sat her glass down again and let her eyes flick to his. "I'm a lawyer, darling." she reminded him. "Sometimes a stiff drink is my only companion."
And right here, someone who was trying to flirt, would make an offer to keep Gio company. Sadly for her, Carr was totally blind to any attempts at flirtation, and wasn’t interested himself. An appreciation that she was attractive was about as far as it went.
“Point taken.” Carr bobbed his head, conceding the point. He was fast running out of things to talk about - he knew nothing about law, she knew nothing about cars. He...didn’t really have many other conversational topics beyond engines. He looked down at his glass, swirling the amber liquid slowly round in circles.
She smiled at the man. He obviously wasn't the kind of guy that went around trying to bed barroom beauties and really that only made her like him a little more. He was a challenge and she liked a challenge. "Don't act so interested in me, Carr." she teased. "I might get the wrong idea and think you're coming onto me." she chuckled, taking another little drink from her glass. "Listen, I don't know you and you don't know me, but honestly we're both adults. I think we can carry on a conversation without strings, don't you? Relax a little. Loosen up."
Carr smiled wryly, lifting his glass and tilting it a little.
“Trust me, love, it’d take a few more of these to get me to loosen up,” he murmured, taking another gulp of his drink. Bars - especially bars that didn’t have sticky floors and regular brawls - really weren’t his scene. He was far too rough around the edges to feel comfortable drinking here regularly. But they had a useful set-up for weres, so he wasn’t going to complain too much.
“Look, you’re an attractive woman, I’m sure you’re aware of that. But I’m really not much of a catch.” The wry smile turned a little self-deprecating. “You’d be better off looking elsewhere.”
"Who said I was looking?" she questioned. "And yes, I am well aware that I'm an attractive woman. Just as aware that you're an attractive man. One who most likely doesn't get out very much, doesn't loosen up at all unless it's forced and really needs to get out more. How close am I?" she asked him, sipping her drink again and then setting it back on the bar top. "For what it's worth, you're probably a better catch than you give yourself credit for and even if you're not, you should act like you are. Feeling like you're worthless makes you appear worthless." she explained to him. "Worthless, however, you are not."
Carr was under no illusions about how worthless he was. He lived from hand to mouth, was living in a hotel room, and once a month he turned into a mindless beast. It wasn’t exactly much to offer a woman.
“You don’t look like the sort of woman who’s short of friends,” Carr pointed out. He didn’t care if she was insulted that he’d presumed she was hitting on him. “You’re in a bar alone, dressed like that.” That, and with his were senses, he could tell she was at least curious about him.
She laughed a little and rolled her eyes at him. "I always dress like this." she told him. "Because at work I'm forced to be stuffy and completely concealed to the point you can no longer tell I'm a woman pretty much. I think I deserve the ability to wear as little as possible any other time. Also, technically, since I just moved here, I am short on friends." Typical man, doing all they could to make it out so they were the ones that were right. "If you're not interested in me, that's perfectly fine. I assure you that I'm not going to cry into my pillow about my lack of the ability to intrigue a man, but you, darling, look like you could benefit from a friend or two. Whether that includes myself or not. You're in a bar alone, dressed like that. That alone is reason enough."
Carr looked down at his clothes, then back up at her, quirking an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” He said, rather defensively. It was a sweater, jeans, and boots. Yeah, the boots might be a little scuffed, and the jeans a little old, but they fit, and they had less holes than the jeans that some of the people in here probably paid hundreds of dollars for.
“Maybe I’m alone because I want to be, did you think of that?” He added, a little pissed off now. She’d approached him, criticised him for being rude, quizzed him about his job, and now she was picking on his clothes. Yeah, she wasn’t making any friends here.
"If you have to ask me what's wrong with the way you're dressed," she sighed. "Then it's not important." It was obvious that he'd struck a nerve and Gio was annoyed a bit herself already. "With your attitude, you're not alone because you want to be, you're alone because you're an asshole. Perhaps you have a reason for being one, but unless you work on your etiquette, you're going to be alone long after you tire of wanting to be that way." she told him as she took out some money from her clutch and placed it on the bar to cover the drink he'd paid for. "I hope you have a lovely evening, Mr. Wallace. Good luck."
When it seemed that he wasn't going to try and stop her, she got up from her seat and straightened her dress and made her way towards the exit but about five or six steps away, she changed her mind and turned around. All but marching back towards him, she caught him round the chin and jerked his face towards hers so he could look her in the eye. For a brief second she just looked at him and then she kissed him. It wasn't a long or indulgent kiss, but damn it she wanted something out of being annoyed to the ends of the earth and back. Pulling back again and straightening herself once more, her brows went up slightly. "You're the one missing out, not me." she told him, then flashed a smile at him and once more turned to leave.
Carr snorted, watching her go. It was on the tip of his tongue to say that he worked damn hard at being an asshole, thankyouverymuch, but she was already turning back. He opened his mouth to tell her to piss off, but she already had a hold of his chin. He barely had time to process that before her mouth was on his. His lips were already parted in surprise - he could taste the sticky plasticness of her lip gloss, feel the softness of her full lips against his, before she pulled back, and turned to leave.
He couldn’t help but be impressed - and more than a little turned on. One of the worst things about being decently-built, stubbled and brooding, was that the women that hit on him tended to be small girlish things that looked like he could snap them in half. It wasn’t often he met a woman who actually answered back when he growled at them.
Standing, he caught her by the wrist, pulling her away from the bar, towards a shadowy corner, in one smooth movement.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly as he slid his fingers into her hair, holding her steady as he kissed her far more thoroughly.
Well now, that was certainly more like it. She was slightly surprised that he stopped her and more so that he directed her to a corner and began to kiss her, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She returned the kiss eagerly, her own hands sliding up into his hair, tugging gently at the short strands and letting out a soft little appreciative noise. Yeah, definitely more like it. A returned kiss was much better than one that was one sided.
“You,” Carr murmured, breaking the kiss to nip at her lower lip, running one hand down her back, his hands rough against bare skin. “Are incredibly infuriating, you know that?” He kissed her again, preventing her from answering him straight away.
"And you," she replied between kisses. "Are a complete and total jackass." she murmured against his mouth, determined not to let their lips part too much because damn if he didn't taste incredible. And that accent! God men with accents were so delectable. Even assholes like this one.
He slid his hand into the back of her dress, the tips of his fingers slipping into the waist of her underwear...and straight through. He quirked an eyebrow at that, the silk thong brushing against his knuckles as he stroked the curve of her ass.
“Ok, so we’re both horrible people,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed as he tried to concentrate. “Why don’t we accept that, and move on to the bit where I get to fuck you?” His voice was a little husky, accent more prevalent. He usually toned it down a little for the benefit of people who couldn’t understand the scottish brogue - when he was tired, or not concentrating, it tended to slip.
She was impressed. Throughly. Not only did he have the cajones to slip his hand into her dress and brush his knuckles over her backside, but he was plenty blunt about what he wanted to do to her. And why should she deny him? She was a single, unattached woman and had every right to retire her trusty vibrator for the real thing for a night, didn't she? "Your place or mine?" she breathed against his lips in response as she leaned in and caught his mouth with her own once more.
“I’m staying in a motel not far from here,” he murmured, once he’d managed to stop kissing her for long enough to speak. “But up to you.” He really, honestly didn’t care either way. He slipped his hand lower, palm flat against her asscheek, squeezing gently. He was beginning to think he could honestly write poetry about her arse. It was that good.
"Depends on if it's a sleazy hotel or one that doesn't smell like feet." she replied with a little smirk. "I just moved here so my house is covered with boxes, but the bed is set up." Hotel or her house didn't really matter, but it was hard to get busy if you could only concentrate on the smells around you and the fact that the bedding perhaps hadn't been cleaned as properly as it had. "Will I get a staph infection from your hotel?" she teased, flashing a smile at him that bordered on a smirk as he gripped her ass.
Carr snorted with laughter.
“It’s not that bad,” he murmured. “But my brother sleeps in the next room, so it depends how loud you are.” He grinned wickedly at that. Judging by how outspoken she was, he was going to guess she was just as vocal in bed. He reluctantly released her, long enough to grab his leather jacket off the bar stool. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he guided her towards the door, taking advantage of a momentary pause as she opened the door to kiss the side of her neck, his hand slipping south again to grope her ass.
"My place it is then." she commented with a little smirk. She let him guide her towards the door and let out a soft sigh at the feel of his lips against her neck. "Did you drive here?" she asked. She'd taken a taxi herself mostly because she was still getting used to the lay of the land here. It certainly wasn't anything like Jersey.
“I drove.” Carr nodded towards the black and chrome beast sitting on the other side of the road. “But uh...” he looked at her outfit. “We can get a cab.” He didn’t think she’d appreciate getting her dress crushed while on the back of his bike...he’d far rather it ended up crushed on her bedroom floor.
She thought for a brief moment about whether or not to get on that bike. She wasn't really worried about the dress because she could buy another and secretly she was quite intrigued because she'd never been on a motorcycle before. "I'll make you a deal," she began. "Lemme wear your jacket and I won't fuss about the bike."
Well, that was easier than expected. He shrugged off his jacket, then held it for her to slip on. He only had one helmet - and that, he only wore because it kept cops off his back. He offered it to her as well, hoping she wouldn’t mind her hair getting a little squashed.
Gio smiled at him and slipped into the jacket and took the offered helmet. "I've never been on one of these things before." she admitted as she let him climb onto the bike and put the helmet onto herself. "Hopefully the rush of this ride doesn't outshine the rush of riding you." she teased.
Carr chuckled, knocking the kickstand off, starting the bike.
“Oh don’t worry, it won’t,” he promised in a low voice, watching over his shoulder as she straddled the bike behind him. “You’re gonna have to give me directions, though.” Otherwise they’d be driving round in circles.
“Hold tight, love,” he warned her, gunning the engine before pulling out into the traffic.
She held tight to him as he directed and gave him the brief directions to her home. She leaned into the man, liking the way he felt firm against her front. She doubted very highly that he'd be anything less than perfect between the sheets, but teasing him was a lot better than the arguing banter they'd had before. Of course arguing could be fun itself and it had gotten them to that point so she couldn't really complain much.
The journey passed quickly, thankfully. Carr wasn’t sure he could have stood much more of her pressed against his back, her thighs pressed tight against his. He was just thankful that she’d kept her hands firmly around his waist. He switched the bike off, waiting for her to get off before he toed the kickstand out, climbed off himself. Sliding his arm around her waist, he pulled her tight against him, leaning down to kiss her hungrily.
She'd barely had enough time to get off the bike and settle the helmet onto it before his lips were on hers. Not that she minded, of course. His kisses would be welcomed at any time, of that she was certain. She returned the kiss just as hungrily, her fingers splaying out against his chest for a brief moment before clenching in the fabric of his shirt, eagerly dragging him in the direction of her front door while still not breaking that kiss.
He backed her up against the door, pressing against her eagerly, one hand fisting in her hair, the other at her waist. Letting go of her long enough for them both to get in the door seemed like way too much of an effort right now. It had been a long time since Carr’d had sex; longer since he’d felt this sort of spark with someone. Infuriating and rude she may be, but it definitely worked for him.
She didn't mind that he couldn't wait. The fact that he was unable to keep from touching her was a definite turn on and she was hot all over at the thought of having the man. His hand in her hair was just an added bonus and she was thankful that he wasn't so dainty with her like most men wanted to be just seemed to make her like him more. Yes, he was a jerk, but sometimes angry sex could be fun. It seemed to be starting out pretty good for the both of them as it were.
Breaking the kiss, Carr drew in a ragged breath. That didn’t help much with his self-control, since all that happened is that he caught her scent even more strongly, smelled her arousal. He forced himself to let go of her hair, stepping back so that she could open the door. She already looked wrecked; his hands had made a mess of her hair, her dress was wrinkled where he’d shoved her up against the door, and her lips...god, her mouth just begged to be kissed. He forced his gaze away from her mouth, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
“You gonna let us in the house, pet?” he murmured huskily. “Or d’you plan on giving the neighbours a wee show?”
Gio couldn't help but let out an unhappy little whimper when he pulled away from her. She was left staring at him for a brief moment until he spoke and she realized they were indeed still outside. She smiled and her cheeks flushed a faint bit as she fumbled through her clutch for the keys to her front door. Letting the pair of them inside her home, she tossed her keys and her clutch onto the nearest table and turned her attention back to him.
Damn he was sexy.
"Bedroom's upstairs." she murmured. "Course I just moved in so there are plenty of open spaces for us to go at it, so surprise me." she urged him as she slipped her heels off and pushed them aside with one foot. Reaching behind herself, she drew the zipper of her dress down and turned away from him, letting it fall to the floor and reveal pretty much every inch of her that she had to offer.
Carr let out a quiet noise of appreciation, watching her undress. He kicked off his boots, grabbing the hem of his sweater and dragging it over his head, dropping it to the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. He practically prowled towards her, tugging her back against his bare chest, his hands on her hips as he kissed her shoulder, her neck.
“Fuck, you’re bloody gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands up and down her sides, caressing her curves.
There was something to be said about being told you were gorgeous. Especially in an accent like that. Even more so from a man who looked like that. Letting one hand slide upwards and hooking it behind his neck, she began to teasingly play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Her other hand slid backwards around his hip and she gave his backside a little squeeze. "You're not so bad yourself, handsome." she replied, tilting her head ever so slightly to give him better access to her neck.
There was a soft rumble in Carr’s chest, somewhere between a moan and a growl, as she played with his hair. He smiled approvingly, wider as she squeezed his ass. He kissed a trail up her neck, mouthing her jawline as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her thong, easing the scrap of silky fabric down over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. His hands moved back up to her hips, coaxing her to turn around. Once she’d done so, he kissed her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, biting gently.
She did indeed turn around, carefully stepping out of her thong as she did so. Now she was completely bare to him and he was still wearing those damn pants. That just wouldn't do. Her fingertips slid to his waistline and she undid the button of his jeans with a little smirk against his lips as she slowly drew the pull of the zipper down.
Carr sighed into the kiss as she undid his jeans, tilting his hips towards her hand, encouragingly. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and never did. Boxers were just another thing to take off at the full moon. He slid his hands down her back, over her (frankly, quite incredible) arse, down to the tops of her thighs. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he lifted her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he kissed her again.
She smirked a bit at the fact that he wasn't wearing anything beneath his jeans. "I heard rumors about Scots and their kilts, but I had no idea they went commando under jeans." she teased him. Gio was quite surprised when he lifted her so effortlessly, but she did let her legs wrap around his hips, her arms slipping around his shoulders. "Damn." she murmured. "I'm impressed." For more than one reason.
“Pet,” Carr rumbled, “I’ve not even started yet.” He grinned at her, glancing over her shoulder for long enough to decide where to go, and make sure he wasn’t going to trip over her shoes. She’d tossed her clutch and keys onto a table; it looked sturdy enough to support their weight. Walking across the room, he laid her down on the table, her ass hanging off the edge. Leaning on his elbows, he grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head back so that he could kiss her throat, burying his nose behind her ear as he breathed her in. His jeans were hanging loosely on his hips by now, wide open, hard cock jutting out.
Well if that wasn't a lovely promise of things to come. She was pretty happy that he'd decided to put her on the table where she'd tossed her clutch because it put it at easy access. Reaching for it, she quickly rummaged through it and offered the man a condom. Once he'd taken it, she slowly slipped off her gloves, leaving her bracelet in place. That little piece of jewelry was a godsend and it kept her visions down thanks to a charm that her cousin had cooked up for her. It wasn't foolproof, mind, but at least it kept men from thinking she was strange if she kept her gloves on in the heat of the moment. "Always gotta be prepared." she murmured, her free hand slipping between them to teasingly slip around his cock. Thank god she was already soaked or else they might be having a bit of difficulty with fitting all of him inside of her. "They sure know how to grow them in Scotland..." she whispered.
Carr groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, thrusting lazily into her hand. He ripped open the condom, grimacing as he rolled it down his cock. Being well-endowed wasn’t always a good thing - average condoms were always just this side of painful. Impatient to be inside her, he slid two fingers into her, quirking an eyebrow at how wet she was.
“Eager, are we?” He murmured, smirking at her as he lined up, slowly pushed into her. He held tightly onto her hips, pulling her down onto his cock, groaning at how tight she was around him.
Eager didn't even begin to describe how Gio felt. It had been quite some time for her, something she was fairly certain that he could tell if he was really paying attention. Long nights and tons of cases didn't help her social life and the most that had been inside of her in the last almost year were an assortment of self-help toys. She kept that bit of information to herself and instead focused on the man's face, the look in his eyes and eventually the feel of every inch of what he was working with stretching and filling her up.
She couldn't help the little noise that escaped her, not quite pained, but certainly appreciative. "You could hurt someone with that thing." she teased, catching his lower lip between her teeth and giving it a bit of a tug.
Carr just chuckled, rolling his hips against hers, not even quite thrusting just yet.
“Is that a complaint?” he murmured, smirking down at her, running his fingers through her hair. She felt incredible under him, her legs wrapped around his hips holding him close. He kissed her harder, tugging on her hair in time with the slow movements of his hips. He didn’t want to hurt her, but this slow pace was killing him. Tearing himself away from her kisses, he straightened, a daring glint in his eye as he grasped her hips.
“Might want to hold onto something, love,” he rasped as he drew back, almost pulling out of her completely before thrusting forward, hard and fast.
She shook her head at his question. "Not a complaint at all." she breathed out against his mouth. At his warning, she let her hands slide down to either side of the table currently holding her body. Her fingers clenched against the top and she let out soft cries with each thrust he made. They moans gradually began to grow louder as he pounded her against the table. "Fuck me..." she gasped out, her muscles clenching all on their own as if trying to hold him inside of her. "And... I... thought... you'd lemme... walk out that door." she gasped between thrusts.
“Nearly did,” he admitted, reaching to grab a hold of the opposite side of the table, gaining more leverage as he fucked her, rocking onto his toes with each thrust.
“But this seemed,” he gasped out, panting softly now, “a much more pleasureable way of getting you to shut up.” He grinned down at her, taking the sting out of his words. Bending down, he caught her lips with his, a swift kiss as he shifted position, table shifting against the hardwood floor. There was a scraping noise, and Carr just hoped that they weren’t leaving marks...he was getting close now, far sooner than he’d have liked. But between the noises she was making, and the way she felt around him, there was no way he’d last.
Gio didn't care if the were leaving marks. She'd gladly pay to have them buffed out. He was worth it. The sound of his voice alone was worth it. Allowing her fingers to leave the table, she slipped her arms around his shoulders once more, her fingernails grazing over his skin as one hand slipped down his back, the other into his hair. "I concur." she breathed out. If he wanted her to shut up, he could use this method anytime.
Carr hummed approvingly as she scratched at his back, his eyes slipping half-closed. She was incredible, her loud moans making it harder and harder for him to hold back. She felt so tight, so hot around him. In fact, she felt even better now than she had only a minute or two ago. Carr slowed, biting down hard on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, as she tightened around him. Yeah, something definitely felt different.
“Hang on, I think...” Groaning, reluctant, he pulled out, and looked down. And then went a little pale.
“Shit.” He pulled what was left of the condom off, looking up at her. He should have looked ridiculous, cock still achingly hard, look of dismay on his face. But it really wasn’t a laughing matter. He hadn’t come, but even so...
“Uh, are you on birth control?” He asked, hardly able to hear over the rushing in his ears.
She was so damn close. Teetering on the edge, about to fall over, and then he just stopped. He stopped! How dare he! So close! It took her a moment to realize what had happened, eyes on his face briefly, then slipping down his body to realize that the condom she'd given him wasn't anything more than tatters. "Yes." she told him. Sure, the pill wasn't completely infallible, but he looked as if he might pass out if she said no. "I was so close." she breathed, leaning up for another kiss, her fingers sliding down his chest and wrapping around his cock now slick with her juices. "You'll have to make up for leaving me hanging." she whispered.
Carr shuddered as she wrapped her hand around him, swaying in against her. He kissed her fiercely, sliding his hand between her thighs, two fingers sliding into her easily.
“Oh don’t worry,” he rasped, lips still against hers, “I will.” His fingers slowly thrust in and out, and he rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit, his own hips moving in time, thrusting into her hand.
“Christ....” he hissed out through clenched teeth, her hand on his cock almost enough, almost pushing him over the edge.
His thrusting against her hand was erotic and arousing in and of itself. Coupled with his fingers inside of her and the base of his hand hitting her clit each time he pressed inside of her, she was practically jelly in his hands. "Fuck..." she breathed. "Carr, I'm... so close.." she hissed, tightening her grip just slightly on his cock as she picked up the pace of the movements of her hand.
Carr let out a noise suspiciously like a whimper, his hips jerking as he shuddered, Gio’s tighter grip coaxing him to come. He spilled over her hand, his fingers losing rhythm slightly as he came, groaning into the kiss. He slumped forward for a moment, his palm still moving in slow circles against her clit. Kissing her swiftly, Carr dropped to his knees, pulling her right to the edge of the table. He shouldered his way between her knees, burying his head between her thighs, lapping enthusiastically at her as his fingers moved within her.
Gio barely had time to think in that moment. Her hand was sticky with his climax and she would have teased him for going off and making a mess just to be a bitch, but it was hard to be bitchy when he'd dropped to his knees and decided to atone for stopping when she'd been so close. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she let out a sound that was nearly a growl, eyes rolling back into her head as her muscles tensed and she drew ever closer to finding her own end. "Keep it up and... and I might have to keep you around..." she whimpered, hips rolling against his every movement.
Carr chuckled, redoubling his efforts. He loved going down on women, loved how it made them lose control completely. Gio sounded incredible, her whimpers and moans enough to make his cock twitch. He added a third broad finger, thrusting faster now as he licked and sucked at her clit. Honestly, he could do this for hours, but right now he wanted to make Gio scream.
If he wanted her to scream, he was surely on the right track to make that a reality. The more he pressed his fingers into her, the higher her voice became and the louder it sounded through the mostly empty room they were in. "Carr!" she cried out, her muscles tensing, her back arching and her breath hitching in her throat. A few more generous laps of his tongue and she was completely unable to hold back any longer. She cried out, the sound so loud it echoed in her ears as much as it did around the room. The fingers of her hand, the one not still coated in his seed, went into his hair, clenching at the thick strands and holding his delicious tongue against her heat.
Gio didn’t need to worry about Carr moving away - he hummed softly, approvingly as she clenched around his fingers, still lapping softly at her clit. He gentled his tongue, his fingers, but kept teasing her, tasting her, wondering how long he could do this for before she begged him to stop. She was soaking wet, coating his hand and his chin, and he could feel her thigh muscles twitching gently against his neck, his shoulder. Eyes half-closed, he focused on her, on every soft sigh or moan he could coax from her.
She could certainly get used to this treatment. She tingled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and she was fairly certain that he was trying to drive her completely mad. Her fingers loosened a bit in his hair and she rocked her hips lazily against his mouth. "You're flawless at that..." she breathed out, voice hoarse from screaming.
Carr chuckled, pulling back enough to lick his lips, looking up at her.
“I said I’d make it up to you,” he murmured hoarsely, his fingers still buried deep inside her, twisting gently as he withdrew, thrust them into her again. He bent his head again, flicking his tongue against her clit, barely touching it, teasing her. He wanted to feel her come again, wanted to hear her screaming his name.