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Rob Fellows (not_w_loman) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-09-10 18:19:00

Entry tags:

rob fellows, triesta darkholme-harkness

Who: Rob and Tree
Where: Italy, that's where they keep the good coffee
When: Weekendy-ish
What: Coffee meeting and alley funtiems
Warnings: Uh, yes. Very yes.

Rob had long since decided that he quite liked Triesta, she was good company in more ways than one and reminded him a lot of home the same way Navi did.

At that particular moment he was perched in one of the high-backed chairs on the patio of a cozy little cafe that was in about the same place as the cafe he usually stopped at when he visited his tailor in Rome, and it had about the same menu, which was just fine with him. He was sipping delicately at a demitasse cup of coffee, scanning the crowd for the splash of color that was his companion's hair, made her easy to pick out of a throng, that was for sure.

Somehow he managed to lounge and perch all at the same time, just one of those things he'd gotten good at over the centuries, perfectly comfortable in the warmer weather, if asked he'd blame it on the silk, he was a big fan of silk shirts, they were marvelous for regulating temperature as far as he was concerned.

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alwaysaharkness
2009-09-11 06:36 am UTC (link)

Triesta didn't so much walk as she did bounce through the crowds of people in Rome. It was one of the few places she'd never actually visited, although she had been to Venice once. Fun times were had by all there.

Her ridiculously tall heels clacked along the tiles of the street as she made her way to the little cafe she'd been directed to. Smoothing down the pale pink cotton sundress she'd donned in anticipation of the heat, she puffed at the light blue lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. Simultaneously hitching up the straps of her dress and tucking her hair behind her ear, she spotted the sign that pronounced she had made it at last to the cafe.

The sun beat down furiously on her as she shaded her eyes with her hands, looking for her good "friend" Rob. He was an attractive lad, his looks being both familiar and unique all rolled into one. At last her eyes landed on his lovely physique seated in the shade under a glorious umbrella and she nearly giggled in glee. She was a phenomenally perky person at times and it tended to make her deliriously happy to see people that she liked. Chalk it up to her being a big believer in having a positive attitude and outlook on life.

Waving furiously at him, she picked her way through the tables and chairs until she stopped in front of him, dropping into his lap and flinging her arms around his neck. She smiled radiantly before planting a deep passionate kiss on him.

"Hi!" she said brightly, her cheeks a bit flushed and her heartrate hammering from the spontaneous smooching she'd given him.

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not_w_loman
2009-09-11 07:17 am UTC (link)

He had waved back once he'd spotted her, smiling brightly himself, she made it marvelously easy to forget that he was generally a depressive sort, and something of a fraud when it came right down to it.

He couldn't help but laugh when she deposited herself in his lap, his initial: 'well hello there.' of greeting cut off and muffled by the kiss, which he replied to in kind, one arm looping across her side, hand resting against the middle of her back to help keep her supported, the other hand flailing just for a moment before setting his coffee down, miraculously without spilling any of it.

His smile was much more honest when she pulled away than it had been when he'd first seen her, "And hello to you too. Is this your new standard greeting? I have to say I approve."

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alwaysaharkness
2009-09-17 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Giggling, she settled her legs the rest of the way on either side of his lap, the high heels of her shoes planted on the ground. She wouldn't have cared if she could touch the ground or not, she'd just have hooked her feet on the chair or wrapped them around Rob to keep her balance. Triesta believed in fun and frolic over anything else. She kissed him again before answering him.

"Not a standard greeting, no. But you just inspire something in me that makes me want to be attached to you by the lips or the groin or any other way I can," she murmured lustily in his ear. "I'm going to have to order some coffee soon or I can't be held responsible for what I do to you."

Reluctantly extricating herself from his arms after a few more moments of kissing him and nibbling his neck and ears, she arranged herself in a chair so close to him she may as well have been sitting on him still and flagged down a server to order a cappuccino with a double shot of espresso and no foam. Triesta didn't believe in anything froufrou in her coffee. She just liked the basics.

Her right foot slipped out of her shoe to trail lazily up his leg, settling between his thighs as her hand held his, tracing circles over the back of his hand before bringing it to her mouth to suck lightly on one of his fingers.

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not_w_loman
2009-09-17 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Rob was, in fact, perfectly content with this whole ordeal, the Pucks were a generally friendly race, and Rob was generally one of the overly friendly ones. He always had been, he blamed this on the fact that he liked people.

He sat back, grinning crookedly once she'd settled and made her order, one brow arching at the finger-sucking, "You know, there's less bony snacks on the menu." Rob was one of those people where it was difficult to tell if the things he said were meant as innuendo or not.

Sometimes he told people to just assume they were because if they weren't they were probably going to be within short order, "Good to see you again, how've you been keeping?"

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alwaysaharkness
2009-09-19 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Triesta let her foot slide over the bulge at his groin, her toes playing teasingly across his package. She chuckled softly at his comment. Using her teeth, she nibbled lightly on his finger. "Yes, but you're not on the menu, therefore why would I want to order off of it?" she asked with a laugh, reluctantly letting him have his hand back.

As the server brought Triesta her coffee, she sipped at it lightly, not waiting for it to cool down first. Patience wasn't exactly one of her virtues, although she was able to patient if it was absolutely necessary. "I'm doing well, darling. Working hard as usual, but trying to make time for fun. Like now. I don't think I've ever been in Rome oddly enough. I went to Venice once. Let's just say they frown upon naked swimming in the canals and I don't know if they'd let me back in." She sipped at her coffee again, enjoying the hot, bitter taste.

"How about you? What have you been up to since last we spoke?" Her foot went back to brushing across his lap again, and she got the feeling he might be enjoying it.

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not_w_loman
2009-09-19 10:27 pm UTC (link)

"Ah." He said of the first, "That's a very good point." He wasn't deadpan, as such, just simple and matter-of-fact, settled in a comfortable sprawl in his chair once more, sipping delicately at his coffee again, savoring it and making it last.

Once she released his hand he laced his fingers around the cup, still holding it as gracefully as ever, head tilted as he listened to her story, laughing brightly, "Ah, yes, they do tend to frown on that sort of thing, more's the pity, and I'd bet they'll let you back in if you ask nicely, people need something to shake up the status quo now and again."

He was, in fact, enjoying her attention, if the shift-and-settle was anything to go by, that was the only thing anyone else was liable to notice. He shrugged eloquently enough at her question, "Not that much, actually, apparently I've a few months of nothing on the schedule."

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-05 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Another sip of her coffee proved that it was just this side of comfortable to chug, so she threw caution to the wind and mostly downed it. Caffeine really had little effect on her, and it wasn't as if she had to worry about a burnt tongue. It would just regenerate and she'd be fine.

It had just become incredibly uncomfortable for her to only be touching Rob with her foot or her hand. She sincerely wanted more contact with him, preferably of the intimate nature. Glancing around for an empty doorway or closed shop, she did notice a darkened alley tucked between two tall buildings, noticeably void of people. Triesta leaned forward to whisper in Rob's ear.

"So, any chance you'd like to join me in that nice vacant dark alley over there? Or are you shy about a little al fresco flagrante delicto?"

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not_w_loman
2009-10-05 06:38 pm UTC (link)

For the most part he'd gotten over being surprised by her being forward, and he grinned at the question, one brow quirking, sipping at his coffee once more, "I do believe you're speaking my language dear-heart."

He set his cup down before unfolding smoothly from his sprawl and offering her an arm, glancing sideways at their intended destination while also taking stock of the sparse crowd. It was perfect, actually, still possible that someone would notice them, but unlikely enough that it wasn't any sort of real concern.

It was cooler in the shade between the buildings, something that Rob suspected they'd be grateful for in short order. He grinned, arm snaking around Tree's waist to draw her closer, pressing a teasing kiss to the wing of her nose, and another to the corner of her mouth.

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-07 12:32 am UTC (link)

Her gauzy skirt swirled around her thighs in the breeze between the buildings as she hurried along with him to get out of sight. She nearly tripped over her high heels as he pulled her closer and she fell against him, causing them both to stagger and bounce into the wall of the building. She giggled and tilted her mouth closer to his, the touch of his lips to her nose and mouth too fleeting for her liking.

Triesta brought her arms up to twine around the back of his neck as her previously lavender hair fell down her back and swirled pink and green in the wind. Somehow his touch always made her hair go multicolored as she got more and more aroused. At one point during an orgasm, it was a full rainbow of colors. Spreading her legs slightly, she leaned against Rob and pressed her groin against his, letting him feel how hot she was already through their clothing. A simple hand beneath her skirt would also reveal to him how wet she was too.

Her own hand snaked between them and slid his zipper down, sliding into his trousers to massage the bulge she found there as her mouth trailed across his chin, her lips kissing and nipping down his neck to suck at the pulse point that beat hotly at his throat.

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not_w_loman
2009-10-07 05:34 am UTC (link)

He gave her hair a gentle tug, huffing as she rebounded against him, his back colliding with the wall, the sound dipping into something like a purr as she latched onto his throat. He rolled a moment later, taking them just a little further into the shade and pinning her back against the brickwork, smiling crookedly as he nibbled at the line of her jaw, tongue flicking insistently against the seam of her lips, one hand sliding up her thigh, bunching her skirt up as he went, only to slide it back down a moment later, picking her leg up easily to hook it against his hip, smile gone utterly rakish just at the moment.

His voice was a low murmur against her ear as his fingers continued to trace idle loops against the inside of her thigh, the back of her knee, inching slowly higher each time, "How long d'you think we can keep this up without anyone noticing? Or, alternately," He nipped the crest of her ear gently, "How long until I make you scream?"

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-07 06:46 am UTC (link)

Her breath came in quick gasps now as he played his insane version of keep away with his hand and her skin. They were far enough down the alley now that no one passing idly by would see them, nor could anyone sitting in the cafe see where they were. But if anyone, even one person stopped to look, they would be highly visible, even in the shade. Triesta didn't even have to ask herself if she cared. "I can be quiet if you can," she whispered, her breasts rising and falling in an odd rhythm as he toyed with her hair.

Her nipples had tightened and a rush of heat and wetness hit her groin like a freight train as she slid her leg further up his side. Where he had hooked her leg against his hip, her heel now pressed lightly into his buttocks, her body aching for him to touch her more, anywhere, somewhere, for the love of God just touch her. "But I don't really care if we're quiet or not."

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not_w_loman
2009-10-07 06:59 am UTC (link)

His laugh was low and amused and still just a breath against her ear, nibbling again with just the blunt edges of teeth, tongue sliding out over the same spots a moment later, soothing any residual sting, "And that, my dear, is precisely why we get on so well, you and I."

Really it wasn't going to be much longer before he was teasing himself at least as much as he was teasing her, and he knew it, so he decided to stop teasing before things got out of hand, pressing his hand flat against her thigh as he slid higher along her hip to hold on, keeping her balanced where she was as he pressed just a little closer to lay claim to her mouth, pinning her just a little more securely, another one of those low-and-content sounds spooling free from his chest as he rubbed against her more fully, not entering yet, though it wouldn't be long before he did so.

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-07 07:09 am UTC (link)

God, it was like slow torture feeling him so close, yet so far away. Her breath hissed as he rubbed against her teasingly and she wiggled beneath him, trying valiantly to get him inside her. If only she could get her other leg up and around him, then he'd be nearly inside her.

Triesta silently thanked Gigi for not remembering to put on underwear that morning and continued her quest to get him to bury himself deep. "Ah Rob, there are a multitude of reasons why you and I get on well, not the least of which could be having much more fun right now. All you have to do is pick up my other leg," she outright pleaded. Her hands fisted softly in the curls at the nape of his neck as she writhed impatiently against him.

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not_w_loman
2009-10-07 07:21 am UTC (link)

The suggestion alone was almost enough to short-circuit his brain, but only almost. The purr dipped to something a little sharper, a little more rough-edged, not quite a growl, really, he wasn't entirely capable of growling, but it was close enough.

One hand was braced against the wall beside her ribs, the other hand slid down her thigh, lifting her other leg easily enough, trusting that she'd be able to hold herself up, at least until he rolled forward again, sliding home with another lowthroated rumble, hand sliding back up her flank to support her by way of an ass-squeeze.

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-07 07:30 am UTC (link)

"Oh sweet Jesus," she moaned softly, her legs tightening around his body as she thrust herself forward onto his cock. His hand on her ass was perfect and she pulled her arms more around his neck, her body rocking against him as she kissed him hungrily. Triesta thought she would die from waiting so long to feel him inside her and she undulated her hips against his, long and slow and full of heat.

Her mouth left his only briefly to murmur against his cheek softly, before capturing his lips again for a torrid kiss. "Take me hard or soft, fast or slow, I don't care. Just don't stop, please God Rob. Don't ever stop."

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not_w_loman
2009-10-07 09:37 am UTC (link)

He groaned at that, head tilting forward to bury his face in her bosom for a moment, breath having caught somewhere high in his chest as she'd rolled against him, having to get ahold of himself as she kept talking, shaking his head with a dryly amused huff, nipping at her collarbone, "Not until I have to, duckie, maybe not even then." He replied, almost breathless once more.

He left a trail of almost too-sharp nips along her throat as he rocked forward again, just testing the range of movement before he began thrusting in earnest, loving the feel of her legs flexing against and around his waist.

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alwaysaharkness
2009-10-09 06:42 am UTC (link)

Either she was born lucky or she just was damn good at balance, because it required little energy and next to no concentration for Triesta to remain upright and not end up on the ground while he slid in and out of her, bottoming out almost painfully deep inside her. She very nearly cried out in pleasure, her thighs squeezing tightly around him, the heels of her ankle boots digging into Rob's ass.

Her hands fisted into the soft brown curls of his hair as she drug his mouth to hers, claiming his lips in a passionate fury. Her tongue darted into his mouth, mating with his in a timeless dance. Pressing her breasts tightly to his chest, she didn't rock or bounce so much as gyrate and grind against him, her hips pistoning into his.

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not_w_loman
2009-10-09 06:58 am UTC (link)

The way she moved, the way she clung to him, not only spurred him on, but also made it easier to keep his own balance for the time being, returning the kiss with the same fervor, dragging the edges of blunt nails down her thigh before returning his hand to where it had been holding, his other hand still braced against the wall behind her, mostly to keep himself in check, remind himself where it was so as not to slam her into it too hard.

He made a content, if breathless, sound at the hands in his hair, it wasn't as brain-melting to him as it was to some people, but he enjoyed it immensely, especially at times like these. He knew this wasn't going to last much longer, there was no way it could with her rolling like that, somehow she always managed to drag him down into instinct alone.

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