Naya Ruiz (momma_bear) wrote in transition_rpg, @ 2012-10-20 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12.31.12, gabe, gabe and naya, naya |
Happy New Year
Who: Gabe and Naya
What: Surprising Gabe for New Years Eve
When: Monday Night - 12.12.31
Where: Asylum
Warnings: NSFW
Naya had scheduled months in advance to have New Years Eve off. She hadn't mentioned this fact to Gabe because it was meant to be a surprise. She knew he'd be working because of course people drank more on New Years, but if she kept her lack of an evening shift to herself then she could give him a bit of a happy New Year in the process. It worked out beautifully really. He headed off to work and she promised to stop in later, making sure not to say 'after she got off work' because, well, she wasn't working.
As soon as he was out the door, she went about getting showered and dressed, planning to show up later in the evening but with plenty of time to get her first kiss of the new year. So she primped a little, wanting to look her best, leaving her hair down and putting on a little make-up but not too much. Not that Gabe ever seemed to complain about the way she looked with or without the make up to help her along. She decided on a pretty little red dress that she'd picked out especially for the occassion. Leaving Abbie with the neighbor who babysat for them and headed for Asylum.
When she got there, it was busy. There were plenty of patrons around and Gabe was so distracted with work he didn't even see her come in. That worked out to her advantage as she put her coat in his office and made her way behind the bar. She reached out and tapped him on the shoulder and grinned at her fiance. "You look like you could use a hand."
Gabe was happily swamped. A busy New Year’s Eve was never a bad thing when you ran a bar. Quite the opposite. People were generous with tips, they were drinking a lot...yeah, he wasn’t complaining in the slightest. The closer it got to midnight, though, the more Gabe was hoping Naya could get out of work early. He missed his fiance, and this was the first New Year’s they were spending as a couple.
Distracted, he didn’t even smell Naya coming up behind him. The smell of spilt booze, of beer and people was enough to drown her out. He jumped a little at the tap on his shoulder, beaming when he turned round and saw who it was. Sliding his arms around her waist, he kissed her enthusiastically, ignoring the whistles and catcalls from the regulars who’d spotted them. “Could use more’n a hand, darlin’,” he drawled wickedly, nuzzling his nose against hers.
Naya grinned at him, loving the way that he lit up whenever he realized it was her tapping him. She returned the kiss just as enthusiastically and grinned right back at those wicked words of his. "Well for now you can have my hands. Later you can have the rest of me," she murmured, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. They were trying for a baby, after all. Why not try again tonight? It was a brand new year, maybe they'd get lucky.
Gabe growled softly, sneaking a grope of her ass, squeezing gently as he kissed her again, a little more softly. “I’m’a hold you to that,” he murmured, nudging his nose against hers with a grin. “You know if you’d gotten here ten minutes ago, we could’ve enjoyed the end of my break...” he pointed out, teasing as he stepped back out of reach. “Guess you’ll just have to wait until the ball drops for another kiss, baby girl.” He smirked. Yes, he was a wicked, cruel man.
"Darn," she said, chuckling a little at his words. "Guess I'll just have to wait," she agreed. Which she didn't mind. She'd get her kiss and likely a lot more once the ball dropped and the drinkers went home. Reaching under the bar she grabbed an extra apron and slipped it on. "Show me where you want me, sugar," she murmured. She could hand over a drink or two and at least save him a step.
“Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Gabe murmured in a low voice, so that no one else could hear. “If I tell you where I want you, I think my customers might start complainin’....” He stole another kiss, just because he could, handing her a tray. “You wanna start with the glasses?” He asked. “Clear the tables, load up the washer?” It wasn’t exactly a fun job, but Naya had helped out enough times at the end of the night that she knew how to do it.
It wasn't exactly her favorite job but she smiled at him and nodded, taking the tray from Gabe and reluctantly leaving him at the bar so she could collect the empty glasses from the tables. It made time pass faster to be busy so Naya wasn't complaining a bit. She loaded up her tray and put the glasses into the washer and went out for another round of doing the same. Once she put the second batch of dishes in to be washed, she returned to the counter and grabbed a washcloth to help wipe down the bar. Glancing over at Gabe, she couldn't help but grin a little. Even if he was getting hit on by some obviously drunk woman. Looking down at the ring on her finger, she smirked a little. The bimbo didn't stand a chance.
Gabe laughed as the woman tried to give him her number, pointing to the sign above the bar. ‘No hitting of or on the staff’. Even that didn’t put her off. “I’m flattered sweetheart,” he told her, still chuckling. “But I reckon my fiance’d be a little ticked off if I was kissin’ someone else at midnight.”
“She ain’t here,” the woman purred, leaning further over the bar, trying to grab Gabe’s crotch through his jeans. Growling, Gabe grabbed her wrist, twisting it gently and easing her back over the bar.
“Yeah, she is. And it wouldn’t matter.” He muttered darkly. “You touch me again, and you’ll be spendin’ New Year’s in the gutter.” He didn’t hit women as a rule, but sometimes he found himself sorely tempted. Now was definitely one of those times. Still growling softly, he stalked down the bar, sighing when he spotted Naya. “Hey, darlin’,” he murmured, kissing her cheek as he grabbed a fresh glass, poured himself some water.
Naya couldn't help but be a little tempted to rip the woman's head off when she tried to grab Gabe's crotch. He was hers damn it. Who the hell did that lady think she was? Trying to touch her man not only when he didn't want to be touched but in full view of his fiance. Idiot. But Gabe handled it the way she expected that he would, quickly and in a way that said the woman was foolish for even having tried in the first place.
She smiled at him as he moved to kiss her cheek. "Hello," she murmured. "Not in the mood to be a good sport for your fans?" she teased. Gently she moved her hand over his cheek and kissed the opposite one. "Your lady must be a really lucky girl," she told him.
Gabe let out a soft grumbling growl, still frowning as he leaned into her kiss, the sweep of her hand over his cheek. “Mmm, reckon I’m the lucky one,” he murmured, grinning. “Got her helpin’ me out on her day off, slavin’ away behind the bar when she could be relaxin’ at home with a drink...” He stepped past her to serve another customer, coming back to her as soon as he could. It was too busy to talk to her properly, to make the most of having her there. Which was shitty in some ways, but it was good for his bills.
She didn't mind the short conversations they were having. Any little touch or look was just fine by Naya. She never once thought she'd ever be lucky enough to even have a man like Gabe look at her let alone love her the way that he did. She'd serve a million customers if she thought it would make him happy for even a brief moment. She helped out as best she could with the things she did know, keeping the empty glasses off the counters and the spills under control. The clock ticked closer to midnight and that was what she was truly interested in. The first kiss of the new year with the man she loved. How could she be anything but excited?
Gabe cleared his throat, yelling over the din. “Ten minutes to get your drinks in before the ball drops, guys!” Most of the regulars were already primed and ready, but there was still more than a few stragglers who hadn’t realised the time, who were close to finishing their drinks. Resting his hand on Naya’s back as he squeezed past her, he grabbed a bottle of expensive scotch from behind the bar, pouring himself a large glass. What the hell, it was New Year. He waggled the bottle at her, quirking an eyebrow. She wasn’t pregnant yet, but they were trying. And he had no goddamn clue if a glass of scotch would make a difference or not.
She arched a brow at him. No, she wasn't pregnant yet. It wouldn't hurt though. A little glass of scotch wouldn't do anything negatively to affect their chances. So she nodded a little. It was New Years. She might as well have a little fun. And she didn't have to work until the next night. Cutting loose would be good for her. "You just have to promise you won't let me drive home," she smirked.
Gabe chuckled, pouring her a glass. “Darlin’, if you think you’re goin’ anywhere further than up those stairs tonight, you got another think comin’.” He murmured, handing her the drink. The next 9 minutes were busy with drinks orders, but soon enough he was by her side, the tv up loud as the whole bar counted down to midnight. He pulled Naya into his arms, taking a sip of his drink as they reached the final few seconds. As the ball dropped, he bent his head, kissing her fiercely. His hand threaded into her hair, holding her close, his free arm wrapping around her waist more tightly, pulling her in against his body. Breaking the kiss finally, he grinned, and leant his forehead against hers. “Happy New Year, darlin’,” he murmured.
Well if that wasn't a kiss, Naya didn't know what was. She let out a soft groan against Gabe's lips returning the kiss just as fiercely. Her new year was already a happy one just having him in it. Knowing he was hers for the rest of their lives, well that was even better. She grinned at him as he pulled back and told her happy new year. "Happy New Year, baby," she murmured, stealing one more kiss from him happily. "Best new year I've had in a long time."
“Me too,” Gabe murmured, grinning. He lifted his glass, clinking it against hers gently, before taking a generous gulp. It was the only drink he was allowing himself tonight, he was going to make the most of it. He kissed her again, soft and sweet, unable to help himself. His girl was right there, smelling good enough to eat - no way he could resist. “You’re bad for business, baby girl,” he breathed.
Naya laughed a little and took a drink from her own glass. "Should I take off my dress and start dancing on the bar?" she teased. "I'm sure you'd have more business than you'd know how to handle." Not that she had the balls to get up there and do such a thing with a ton of people around, but it was fun to tease him regardless.
Gabe groaned. “Now you’re just bein’ mean,” he accused, pouting just a little. Planting the idea of her getting naked in his head? That just wasn’t on. Not when he couldn’t take advantage of it for another couple of hours at least. As busy as it was right now, he’d be there until half two at the earliest. And he really wasn’t patient enough for that.
She smirked at him, stealing one more little kiss from him and grinning broadly as she pulled back. "You love me though," she told him. "And if you're really, really nice, I just might let you play doctor with me," she murmured. She glanced over at the stage and arched a brow, biting her lower lip. "Think I should sing tonight?"
“Yeah, I do,” Gabe grumbled, trying not to grin. He was totally gone for Naya, and he was pretty sure the whole damn world knew it. He let her pull back, taking another gulp of his drink. Yeah, maybe not being that close was a better idea. At least, if he wanted to get through the rest of the night without a hard-on. “I think if you sing, I’m gonna find it real hard to concentrate the rest of the night,” he admitted. He kissed her cheek, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Go on, git,” he said, gently smacking her ass. “Before I forget I got a bar to run.”
Naya chuckled at him and gasped out when he smacked her ass . Oh he was bad. She blew him a little kiss and decided to try and keep herself distracted with helping in the bar. It wasn't hard to do considering the mess that began to form now that it was the new year. She had plenty of glasses to pick up, plenty of tables to wipe down. It was so much easier to watch the time pass when she was busy and pass it did with little glances cast at her fiance. It was hard not to watch him. Even doing something so simple as working in a bar, he could be sexy. Damn him for making it so hard to concentrate.
She wasn’t the only one finding it hard to concentrate. Gabe got through okay until the bar closed, and they’d finally thrown everyone out. Then, pulling rank, he’d totally unashamedly abandoned the clearing up to his staff. Snagging the bottle of champagne he’d stashed in his office, he accosted Naya on the way back from the kitchen, sliding his arm around her waist. “C’mon, baby girl,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her. “We got celebratin’ to catch up on.” He led her towards the stairs up to his apartment, relieved once again that he hadn’t got around to renting it out. This way, they didn’t have to drive back home, or worry about anything except welcoming in the new year properly.
She grinned as he caught her around her waist. She knew she'd never get tire of the way his arms felt around her. The strong warmth that enveloped her each time he was close to her. Let alone the fact that he always smelled amazing and always made her feel safe and loved. Naya's younger years hadn't exactly shown a lot of happiness with relationships and finding a man like Gabe who loved her so completely was still something she was getting used to, but she was enjoying every moment of it.
She let him lead her to the apartment and inside, just as thankful that he'd yet to rent it. Abbie was safe and sound with the babysitter and she was more than willing to spend a little time celebrating with her fiance. Especially with how much he seemed to want her. The ache that came off of him was intoxicating and she wanted nothing more than to let herself be enveloped in it. She didn't wait long, pushing him back against the closed apartment door and laying a kiss on him, one that said she'd been wanting him all night.
Gabe groaned approvingly into the kiss, still holding on to the bottle of champagne with one hand, his other skating over her ass, grabbing a handful of her dress and tugging it up. He growled softly, nipping at her lower lip, the kiss full of promise. God, she was hot. Hot, and all his. He broke the kiss long enough to set the champagne down, grabbing the hem of her dress and tugging it up and over her head.
Naya let out a soft gasp of approval as his fingers grazed her backside, tugging her dress up a little. The growl sent a shiver straight down her spine and she was sure goose pimples rose on her skin from the sound alone. She didn't put up a fight as he removed the dress, letting it fall where it may. It had served its' purpose and now it was no longer needed. She wanted less fabric between them, wanted skin pressed against skin. Her own fingers went for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one as she leaned in for another kiss.
Grinning against her lips, Gabe reached between them to help with the buttons, shrugging his shirt off as soon as it was undone, flinging it to the floor behind him. He walked forward, nudging her back from the door, towards the living room. Half of the furniture had been moved over to Naya’s, but the beat-up old couch was still sitting there. Kissing her hungrily, his hands slid into the back of her panties, cupping her ass, fingers sliding down to the tops of her thighs, dragging her underwear with them. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all night,” he growled, nipping at her mouth.
She went without any argument, reaching behind herself to undo the fastenings on her bra, letting it fall to the floor and wriggling out of her panties. She left the heels in place, too eager to have him inside of her to even bother with taking the time to remove them. "Oh?" she whispered. "You've been thinking about being a naughty boy?" she asked him, unfastening his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. "Good because in my head you've been a bad, bad boy."
Groaning, Gabe shoved his jeans down, backing her up against the arm of the couch. “Yeah?” He murmured, smirking against her lips. “Well, I don’t wanna disappoint....” He trailed his lips down her neck, kissing a path across her shoulder as he encouraged her to turn, his hands on her hips. He bent her forward over the arm of the couch, groaning as he stroked his hand down her spine, rocking his hips against her ass, boxers the only thing between them. He shoved them out of the way, nudging her feet further apart with his toe, opening her up a little. Rocking forward, the head of his cock pushed against her, slowly sliding in, Gabe rocking up onto his toes with a low, throaty groan.
Naya turned for him and let him push her forward, bending her over the side of the couch. She parted her legs as directed, loving the way that he was taking the dominant position and moving her at his will. It was more sexy than she could have even described, every little movement, touch and sound sending heatwaves straight between her thighs. By the time he pressed into her, groaning the way that he did, Naya was slick and practically dripping. She gasped, the sound melting into a moan as her fingers clutched at the first cushion of the couch, muscles clenching around him. Oh yes, this was well worth the wait.
“Fuck, baby girl...” Gabe groaned, bending forward, littering her shoulder with soft kisses, rocking his hips against her ass, again and again. They hadn’t been trying for a baby for long; he was still getting used to sex without a condom. Still getting used to the feel of her around his cock, bare. It was even better after the buildup they’d had that night, the teasing he’d had to put up with as he watched her walking around the bar. “Y’feel so good, darlin’,” he murmured huskily, sliding his hands down to her waist, her hips, holding on as he thrust a little harder, pushing her against the couch.
The nickname would never get old. No matter how many times she heard it, it made her heart skip a beat. The kisses did the same, her skin feeling warm beneath each little press of his lips. Naya was still getting used to the feel of him without the added latex between them as well. Feeling him entirely bare inside of her, feeling him explode when he hit that point, it was all intoxicating. She wasn't sure how she'd manage without it when they weren't trying but for now she'd take every single chance she could get with her future husband.
She'd charted out everything to aid in her hopeful conception but it was the times like this that weren't entirely planned around the clock that she liked the best. The primal way that he took her, the whispered words all working together to make her shudder. "Gabe," she whimpered, muscles clenching again as she pressed back against each thrust.
“Yeah, baby girl,” Gabe murmured, moaning softly. “Love it when you say my name like that,” he added, straightening up slowly. Still gripping her hips, he thrust a little harder, arching into her, pushing up onto his toes. He hadn’t thought this was how he was gonna spend the New Year - he’d thought Naya was working, thought he was gonna be crawling into a cold bed and falling asleep without her. This...yeah, this was a hell of a lot better.
It was all his fault that she was saying his name like that. The things he did to her were unbelievable. Each time felt like the first, the most perfect first time. She clutched at the couch cushion, toes curling slightly against the shoes she wore. She bit her bottom lip through a groan and decided she had to surprise Gabe more often if this was the result.
He held onto her hips tightly, thrusting harder, faster, slamming into her. He groaned, head falling back as he arched forward, hearing the scrape of the couch legs against the floor as it shifted. Fuck, this felt good. She felt good. “You know,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, her neck. “Really enjoyin’ this tryin’ to get you pregnant thing.” He chuckled huskily, nuzzling her cheek. Yeah, he was a guy. Any excuse not to wear a rubber was a good one.
Good didn't even come close to describing how this felt. Perfect. Astounding maybe. Some word they hadn't even invented yet, perhaps. He wasn't the only one enjoying trying to get pregnant, that was for sure. Her whole body was aching in the most delicious way. She could hardly keep the moans from slipping past her lips as he rutted against her. "Me too," she breathed, clenching her muscles around him briefly. "Love the way you feel inside me," she admitted. The connection that they had without that bit of latex between them was amazing and she wasn't afraid to admit how much she liked the way it felt skin against skin.
“God, yeah,” he groaned, “Darlin’, you keep clenching like that....” he trailed off, moaning throatily as he arched into her, shoving her harder against the arm of the couch. He straightened, pulling her up with him, rolling his hips in a slow circle against her. Shifting, he pulled her down onto the floor, slipping out of her for a moment as he lay on his back, tugging her back against him, encouraging her to straddle him. “That’s it, baby...” he groaned approvingly as she sank back down on his cock.
Naya gasped softly as he slipped out of her. She followed him to the floor though, straddling him at his urging. She teasingly rolled her hips in a slow circle before sinking down on him. She leaned back, fingers curling against his legs and giving him a perfect view of her body as he slipped inside of her. She knew that if he kept looking at her like that, she wasn't going to last long. If the way he felt wasn't enough to drive her insane, the sounds that he made and that look on his face certainly were.
Gabe bit his lower lip, grinning up at her, looking down her body. He rested his hands on her hips, watching her rise and fall in his lap, his hips arching up against her, cock sinking deeper inside of her. “God, baby girl...” he moaned, forcing his eyes up to her face. “Gets better every time, I swear.” He was pretty sure Naya was a witch, or something. It was the only explanation for the way she made him feel, the way she drove him insane.
"You're just saying that so you get laid more," she teased, leaning forward and catching his lips in a long kiss, still rolling her hips against his, slowly to add to the torturous pace she'd began with. "You feel so good," she breathed against his mouth. Clenching her muscles around him again, she smirked against his lips.
Chuckling softly, Gabe kissed her back hungrily, enjoying the slow pace. He rocked his body up against hers, soft happy growl rumbling in his chest. “Hell yeah,” he admitted. “Gonna take any chance I can get to fuck you, darlin’.” He was a red-blooded male. Of course he was gonna want sex as often as she’d give it to him. And if complimenting her meant he got it more? Yeah, he was all on board with that. He whimpered as she clenched around him, jerking up against her.
Naya smirked again but the way he arched against her almost lifting her up from the floor had her gasping in appreciation. "You can have it anytime you want," she told him softly, nipping his lower lip. "Gonna have to start coming in on my lunch breaks," she smirked. "Wear no panties so you can bend me over something and fuck me. Make all your employees jealous," she teased, groaning softly against his lips as she began to pick up the pace of her movements.
Groaning, Gabe arched up, nearly lifting her completely off the floor. “Oh fuck, Naya,” he moaned throatily, sliding his hands up her front, squeezing her breasts, his thumbs skating over her nipples. “Goddamn, gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout that all day at work tomorrow...” Like he needed the idea. Like he wasn’t already horny enough every time he thought about his fiance. The thought of bending her over the desk in his office, stealing a quickie on her lunch break...yeah, that worked for him. A lot.
She gasped when he pressed upwards into her, her body lifting up off of the floor. The soft touch to her nipples made her shiver, throwing her hair back over her shoulder and continuing that quick pace. "Good," he told him. "Want you hard the second I walk in the door," she breathed. She doubted that would be a problem really. He was usually hard the moment she touched him. Not that she was complaining by any means. Hell no.
He growled, reaching up to grab Naya by the nape of her neck, tugging her down into a fierce kiss. “Not a problem, baby girl,” he assured her, rolling them over on the floor, thrusting his hips forward hard, slamming into her, cock sinking deeper with every stroke. “Always hard for you, always want you, darlin’.” He leant his weight on his forearms, either side of her head, nipping at her lower lip as he thrust hard and fast, balls drawing up tight against his body, pleasure boiling in the base of his spine. “C’mon baby girl, wanna feel you come around my cock...” he breathed.
Naya gasped as he switched their positions, rolling himself into the more dominant one. She loved when he took on that roughness, pressing into her like it was the only important thing in the world in that moment. Hearing him all but begging for her to come was that last little push she needed to shove her over the edge. She arched, crying out his name, fingernails digging into his back as her body twitched against him, muscles clenching tightly around him.
“God, fuck, that’s it darlin’,” He groaned, twitching against her, the clench of her muscles around his cock pulling him over the edge, spilling deep inside of her. He thrust into her again and again, slumping against her with a low groan. He lay there, not quite able to think about moving yet, still shuddering slightly. Jesus, that had been intense. Moreso than he’d expected. And what a shame, they couldn’t move for a while. Not if they wanted to have more chance of conceiving.
Naya shivered as he fell against her, the warmth within her making goosebumps rise up on her arms and legs. She'd never get over the feeling of having him spill inside of her. Hell, it was usually enough to send her over all over again. She had no intentions of moving from the floor, not right now. Not when she could hold onto Gabe instead. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his neck. "Love you," she whispered softly against his skin, gently squeezing him once more with her muscles and her arms, a tiny smirk on her lips. "I like all of this trying," she murmured.
Gabe growled happily, kissing her shoulder, her neck, nuzzling happily at warm skin. “Mmmhmmm,” he answered, sliding his hands under her shoulders, hugging her as best he could considering he was lying on top of her, that she was flat against the floor. “Definitely havin’ fun with that part,” he said, chuckling softly. The thought of Naya having his baby, of them raising a kid together...that was incredible. But he couldn’t deny that this part was a hell of a lot of fun, too. He’d be sad to stop.
Naya grinned at him, leaning up to kiss him, closing her eyes and letting the sweet little moment wash over her. Once they conceived, sure they wouldn't have to try for a baby anymore, but she certainly didn't plan on not having just as much fun until the baby came. She gently stroked her fingers through his hair, letting her eyes open up again as she rested her head back against the floor beneath them. "I can't wait to start a family with you," she told him, cupping his cheek in her hand and grinning a little wider at him. "You're already an amazing father."
Beaming, Gabe tilted his head, leaning into her hand. “You’re gonna be such a good momma bear,” he told her. “Love you so much, darlin’.” He kissed her, soft and slow, letting out a soft, grumbly sound, almost like a purr. It was a sound of complete and utter contentment. “C’mon,” he murmured. “Bedtime.” Kissing her again, he slowly pulled back, slipping free of her body. He got to his feet, taking hold of her hand and tugging her with him.
Bedtime sounded like the perfect idea to her. She let him help her up and followed Gabe to the bedroom, more than ready to curl up with him and sleep for the rest of the night and wake him up for a quickie in the morning. Not that he knew that just yet, but she didn't want to ruin all the surprises. That was part of what made that whole baby making thing fun.