t(-.-t) (the_warden) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-22 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kanan jarrus, maia amell (the warden) |
Who: Maia and Kanan
What: Drinks and a booty call
When: During the silent hill plot
Where: Kanan's hotel
Status: complete
Rating: very high
Kanan had been warned that things in Orange County could take a turn for the unexpected and the weird. Lina had even demonstrated that exact same thing and in a single evening had turned everything Kanan had thought to be true on its ear. Still, it was one thing to witness something fantastic, it was another thing to experience it all together.
There was something decidedly unnatural about the fog. It was just a little too thick and lasted just a little too long to be any regular weather pattern. And it was making everyone nervous as hell. Kanan couldn’t tell if his own nervey state could be attributed to what he’d been reading on the Network, or if it was how quiet everything was. It was easy to feel as though he were the last person left in the world. So it was something of a relief to make a connection online with someone who was equally as perturbed about the fog.
After telling Maia what hotel he was staying at and giving her his cell number in the event that she ran into trouble on her way there, Kanan left the confines of his room and made his way to the first floor. The lobby was still deserted. There was no one looking to check in or out and there was no one behind the front desk. At least the place still had electricity, which was more than he could say for some reports he’d seen.
Kanan went outside and lit up a cigarette and waited for Maia to arrive.
Maia didn't have any explanations for it. It wasn't just the fog factor, she was used to fog. It was how creepy and abandoned everything looked. Her hand once reached for a nonexistant weapon that she didn't know she was supposed to have, which was strange in and of itself.
The fog, and something else, seemed to loom over her. Maybe she was supposed to dream like other people and really she hoped they were pleasant. Maybe she could be a superhero. That would be nice! Or a goddess. She always did consider herself divine.
Of course her phone stopped working, except for the occasional static that seemed to coincide with a feeling of being watched. But she made it to the hotel even if she was a nervous wreck. She pushed through the fog cursing vividly. "Should have bloody stayed home." She raised her voice. "'Lo? You Kanan?"
“Yup, that’s me,” Kanan called back with a wave. He’d had no idea how bad the fog had gotten since this morning. He squinted to try and make out more than just her outline as she approached. As he did he noticed there were cars still parked in the lot. How fucking weird. Where the hell was everyone?
Kanan stepped out from under the sheltered entryway to meet his guest. “You must be Maia.” He was happy to see her. Hell, he was happy to see a fucking living, breathing person for a change. Hear their voice, touch their hand and be sure they were real. “Glad you could make it. Sorry, I dragged you out in this.”
“It could have been worse, I suppose.” The Englishwoman leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek in greeting. Seemed more apropos than a handshake, all things considered. And she was happy to see him, for many of the same reasons. And he was handsome, which was a plus. Despite the atmosphere, her voice was cheery and her demeanor cheeky. “And I quite like what I had waiting for me. We should get inside before the monsters come out.”
The kiss on the cheek was most appreciated. Kanan always enjoyed affection from a pretty woman, and Maia was definitely a pretty woman. Between the kiss and her cheery tone, she easily took his mind off of the weird that was going on around them.
“Of course,” he chuckled and offered her his arm, “our evening awaits inside.”
He took her through the empty hotel lobby towards the bar. It wasn’t a fancy bar, nothing high brow or pretentious, but it was pretty nice. Average as far as hotel bars went. A nice place where a businessman could come and have a few drinks and unwind after a long day of meeting clients or attending a conference of some kind. It was good sized with plenty of places to sit and, of course, well stocked. And they had it all to themselves.
“What would the lady like tonight?” Kanan asked.
She had the strangest urge to do something about the fog. But it wasn’t her responsibility and she didn’t exactly know what she could do. “Nice.” For your average hotel then. Honestly it was a bit higher class than she’d expected, if only by a small amount.
“What’s on the top shelf? Might as well help ourselves.” She flashed him a toothy grin, and pointed at the row of booze. “Surprise me.”
“Alright,” Kanan said before hopping the bar to the other side. He’d never actually tended bar before, at least not as a career, but he felt comfortable enough back there. He reached up to select a few bottles from the top shelf to place on the bar top. A bottle of nice expensive bourbon - bourbon being Kanan’s drink of choice - a fancy looking bottle of vodka, a bottle of something in french Kanan couldn’t pronounce, a bottle of scotch and oh! Cognac. Once a selection had been laid out, Kanan got them a couple of glasses.
“There you are,” Kanan said placing a glass in front of Maia so she could help herself to whatever she liked. “And if we get hungry, the kitchen’s on the other side of that door.” He pointed to a door at the end of the bar. “So,” he gave her a grin. “What do you think?”
The last time Maia had been behind a bar had been during a pride event in London and that had ended up being a very fun time indeed. She reached for the scotch and poured it into her glass, no ice. Ice was for perverts, and she wasn’t that kind of pervert. “I think you’ve got yourself a nice fancy little set up here. I’m jealous.”
“Certainly seems that way,” Kanan agreed. He helped himself to the cognac. May as well take advantage of the situation to indulge. Who knew the next time he’d get the chance. Although, all things considered, the price was still a bit on the hefty side. At least he had Maia here. “If you’re jealous, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he said raising his glass, “as much as I’d like to, I can’t drink all this myself.”
“Are you trying to give me liver poisoning?” Maia raised her glass in return with one hand while unsubtly unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt with the other. She hadn’t really changed out of her ‘Professor Amell’ look since the fog started. Pencil skirt and white shirt though her hair was askew.
Kanan laughed. “We don’t have to drink it all at once,” he said. “Who knows how long this fog will last, hm? We may be here a while. May as well make the best of it in every way we can.” His eyes lit on her hand unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn’t exactly subtle about it and Kanan raised a brow. Dropping hints, was she? He liked the tousled professor look. It was hot, but he’d gladly help her out of those clothes, if that was what she wanted. She had said she wanted drinks and a shag. Kanan’s eyes moved up and down her body a moment before leaning over the bar to help her with that third button.
“Right, so we should ration it. Pretend a blitz is on and we’re holed up in the underground. Knew a girl who had that fantasy once… ” She flashed a cocky grin as he ‘helped’ her with her button. And even though she’d started it, she quipped,“Skipping the drinks and right to foreplay?”
“Are you complaining?” He asked and gave her a sly grin to match her cocky one. If she was he’d stop, of course. He was a letch, perhaps, but he certainly knew what ‘no’ meant. She didn’t seem to be with that cocky grin and teasing tone. Her blouse significantly loosened, he moved his hand to her face, drawing her closer for a kiss. “We can try that fantasy,” he said, letting his hand fall back to her shirt buttons, “Or maybe you have one of your own you’d like to play out.”
“Hardly.” She reached behind her head to let her hair come completely loose, then returned the kiss with vigor. “How about the handsome barkeep who just saved the helpless waitress from some dastardly villain? And they can’t contain their passion so he has to shag her right here, on this bar.”
Dirty girl! Kanan liked this fantasy of hers and he was only too happy to oblige her. He finished “helping” her unbutton her shirt. Then so he wouldn’t have to lean over the bar and their alcohol to get at her, he helped her shimmy her way onto the bar top and then slid her closer to him, so that her legs were on either side of him. Now, with her closer to him, he could give her body the attention it deserved.
Oh, he was smooth. Maia liked that. She threaded her arms around his shoulders, grinning up at him with the most smug expression on her face. “A bit eager, are we? Defeated that dastardly villain and hoping for a reward from my beauteous self?”
She was beauteous, of that there was no doubt and he could play along with her fantasy. It would be a fun way to take their minds off the fog swirling about outside. “Of course,” he said with a charming smile. “If you would be willing to give me such a reward for my herosim.” He touched his lips to the side of her neck, making a trail of little nibbles down to her collarbone and beyond. “I simply can’t hide my passion for you any longer.”
The swirling fog was mostly forgotten, but then Maia was a master of pushing all her issues and fears deep down where she could pretend they didn’t exist.
She moved her hand to the back of Kanan’s head, encouraging him with a low laugh. “Oh, but I am an innocent maid and I simply cannot…” At which point she giggled. “Oh to hell with it, innocence is overrated!”
“I can show you just how overrated it is,” Kanan chuckled lightly against her collarbone. With her hand to the back of his head, her fingers in his hair, Kanan continued to nibble down her collarbone to her chest. He caressed her smooth belly lightly with his fingertips before brushing them upwards towards her breasts.
“Mmm,” Maia breathed, head tilting back to give him better access. She threaded her fingers through his hair, lips spreading in a grin and a little gasp escaping her mouth. “Something tells me you’ve done this before.”
Sure, it might be the apocalypse outside, but inside, Maia was already having a great time.
It was cold and damp outside, however, in the safety of the hotel’s bar, Kanan could feel the heat rising within. He brought his lips back up to hers, keeping them just a breath apart. “I’m a man of many skills, my dear,” he said huskily. “Not just saving waitresses from dastardly ne’re do wells. Shall I show them to you?” He kissed her deeply as he cupped her breasts, pushing them up just a little before giving them a light squeeze.
Maia laughed into the kiss, scritching at his scalp with her nails and moving one of her legs to wrap around his waist. This Kanan bloke was funny, which usually was a good thing for her one nighters to be. It made it more fun.
Of course, his hands on her just made things even more fun and her laugh quickly shifted into a low groan.
Maia’s groan both encouraged him and turned him on. Kanan smiled into the kiss before deepening it and darting his tongue inside her mouth. Her breasts were firm and warm in his hands and he pressed his palms against the fabric of her bra for a moment before reaching back to deftly unhook the garment and freeing Maia from it. It was nearly one fluid motion. One would suspect he’d done this a time or two in the past. Just one of those skills he’d mentioned.
Oh, he was good. Maia ran her fingers down his chest, seeking a way in. As long as her clothing didn’t end up in a place they couldn’t reach, Kanan could throw it anywhere and she wouldn’t really care. She just so happened to like what she was wearing. She mumbled something against his lips, meant to be flirty and sexy but it came out sounding a little silly.
That was alright. He was willing to play out her fantasy of the damsel-in-distress waitress and the heroic bartender, but once things got going, Kanan wasn’t really one for pillow talk. Or, bar talk in this case.
The clothes he had on were simple, nothing fancy: an untucked short sleeved t-shirt, a pair of jeans with a belt and a pair of sneakers. She was downright fancy with her professor look in comparison. Although now, the more clothes she lost, the hotter she looked. And the hotter she looked the more Kanan wanted her out of the clothes she had left. Her shirt was the next to be removed. He leaned back a little to get a better look at her. Yes, definitely hotter this way. He turned his attention from her lips down to her chest, nibbling a trail over her exposed skin to lavish a nipple with his tongue.
Maia could be really chatty, with the right partner. Kana obviously wasn’t that partner and really she just wanted the shag and to get snockered, in that order. She grinned at him when he stepped back, and leaned on the bar with her best come hither look. The only thing she felt she needed to say was to ask. “You did raid the restroom, right? They usually have those little machines...ooh.”
Well if he was going to go there then she wasn’t going to complain.
Restrooms in hotel lobbies very rarely had condom machines. Well, that is, not hotels that charged by the week and not by the hour. Never fear, though, they had met for the decided purpose of sex and Kanan was prepared for that very thing. It was very responsible of her to ask, though, and as he licked and lightly nibbled her nipple to attention, he reached into his back pocket to produce the item in question and place it on the bar near her hand. It wasn’t quite time for that, he wasn’t quite at full mast yet, but he was working on it.
With the question about protection answered, Kanan returned his attention to Maia and her body. His hand came to rest on her outer thigh, rubbing gently before making its way up towards her rear.
“Good man,” Maia breathed, and then that was probably going to be the last time she said anything coherent for at least the next fifteen minutes. Cursing aside, anyway. She hooked her fingers into his belt and tried to pull him closer, after all he needed some help and she was more than happy to oblige.
He could use her assistance. Both of his hands were occupied, one had worked its way under her skirt and up her thigh to her rear where he was becoming very familiar with the way it curved and felt when he squeezed it. The other was busy massaging her breast or caressing her abdomen and venturing lower and lower to the top of her skirt. That was going to have to come off soon too, but first Maia seemed interested in his belt, so Kanan shifted his weight slightly to let her gain access.
With practiced ease, she pried it open and pulled it out of its loops. Then she tossed the belt aside and pulled him back in for a kiss with one hand, while the other teased lightly at his waistline. Like she was asking ‘hmm whatever could be down here I just don’t know.’
And he was talented, flustering Maia to the point where she was having trouble flustering him back.
She wasn’t doing a bad job of flustering him. That teasing hand at his waistline was starting to drive him crazy. With Maia’s attention going anywhere but south, his jeans were becoming much too uncomfortable to bear. His hips rocked forward, pushing upwards towards her hand, a not-so-subtle hint that something was begging for her attention.
She clucked her tongue, before finally giving in and yanking his jeans down. Well then, now she knew what was down there and she was quite pleased with the offering. She broke the kiss to smile at him, expression heated as she ran her thumb along him before giving him a squeeze.
“Mmm,” Kanan moaned a low rumbling moan of appreciation deep in his chest. With another more rougher squeeze of her breast, he pushed himself against her hand. He moved his hand from her rear to undo her skirt and gently, but urgently pulled it off of her. He then reached back and pulled his shirt off over his head. Both her skirt and his shirt joined the increasing pile of discarded clothing. He reached down between her legs to give her the same attention she was giving him.
Maia was a laugher, and she giggled as pulled her skirt off. It was too fun to tease, caressing and stroking with her hand but just enough to make him feel the urgency. She scooted herself closer to him, tilting her head back with a low groan. He was her first yank since she’d returned from England and she was pretty sure she’d picked well.
Oh, yes, he could feel the urgency grow with her every caress and stroke. It was very tempting to just take her right then and there on the bar top. But Kanan wanted to make the fun last as long as possible so that both of them could forget what was going on outside in the heat of the moment.
He nibbled at her exposed neck up towards her chin. He reached around to brace the back of her head, his fingers played in her hair. As he did, he gently nudged her legs a little wider. He moved her panties to the side to tease at her a little before sliding a finger inside.
Making the fun last longer was something that Maia could appreciate, and she did so vocally, her nails digging into Kanan’s scalp and her other hand squeezing tightly. She tried to move her hips towards his hand and pressed Kanan’s face into her neck. She gasped something encouragingly dirty that sounded like it might have been English.
Kanan moaned into Maia’s neck when she squeezed him. That, her nails against his scalp and dirty talk with her accent was enough to drive him crazy. He pushed his finger deeper still, finding that button of pleasure within and working it in hopes of getting more dirty talk in any language, he didn’t care, he just wanted to hear it again. Needed to hear it.
Writhing and shuddering, Maia raked her nails through his hair, rocking her hips into his hand and saying things that would make a Whitechapel whore blush. It was like she was determined to burn his ears off.
If she'd dreamed a little more than she had, it was entirely possible that the lightning she was feeling would have translated into actual bursts of electricity or fire. Luckily, that wasn't the case yet.
Even without the bursts of electricity or fire, there was a certain kind of heat rising inside the bar. Kanan was greatly enjoying listening to Maia’s filthy talk and feeling her body rocked against him. It wasn’t long before it was clear that a finger just wasn’t enough for either of them. He slid it free and reached for the condom he’d placed on the bar next to her. He tore open the package and slipped it on easily. Protection in place, he took her by the hips, pulling her closer and steadying her against the bar before sliding himself inside.
Cursing again, Maia arced back over the bar, rolling her eyes back and savouring the sensation. She gave him an agonizingly slow roll of her hips as she slid her nails down Kanan's arms, digging them in as she did so.
This was, definitely, the best idea she'd had since she'd returned to Orange County.
A little pain was good, it heightened the pleasure of sex in a bar - such open place and Kanan was certainly not going to tell her to stop raking her nails over his arms. The sensation sent a thrill up his spine.
He moaned deeply when Maia rolled her hips allowing him inside her further. It was all he could do to keep from just thrusting in as deep as he could. Instead he mimicked the movement with slow, gentle partial thrusts only allowing himself in a little further each time. He ran his hands over her body, up her sides and over her breasts, giving them a squeeze before returning to her hips. Kanan adjusted her legs around him before he dove in deeper and started thrusting in earnest.
If digging her nails into his arms elicited such a reaction, then surely raking them across his back would give her an even better one. It was about the last thought she had before she completely lost herself to the moment. Maia rolled her head back, voice rising and echoing off of walls of the little bar as she urged Kanan on, both with a vividly creative choice of words and the desperate rolling of her hips up to meet his.
Maia was right. Her nails over his back rewarded her with another low guttural groan and a word or two unfit for mixed company. Her raised voice overpowered Kanan’s much deeper moaning and panting that coincided with each movement deep inside her.
He kept one hand on her hip to steady her and keep her from sliding around on the bar. With her enthusiastic urging ringing in his ears, Kanan found a pace and allowed himself to be completely taken over by the moment and his desire.
Pfft. Sliding around on the bar was half the fun of shagging on a bar. Maia didn’t mind it though, the other half of the fun was exactly what Kanan was doing. That. Right there. Her body shuddered under his as a spring that had been coiling deep inside her suddenly sprung and she shouted her release in his ear.
It was a wonderful noise to have echo in his ear, hot, dirty and passionate, everything about sex that Kanan found fun and exciting. He felt his own release coming, a little slower at first, but rapidly building with her voice in his ear and with each thrust and grunt he gave until finally it over took him. His body shuddered and he moaned low hot relief against her neck.
Maia clung to him, rolling her hips as she tried to drive him over the edge. Her nails left marks in Kanan’s skin, and she panted, brushing her lips against whichever part of his body was closest. A shoulder. She was pretty sure it was a shoulder, and she reached down and patted his bum as if to say ‘good job, luv.’ It made her laugh.
It was as if she had patted the flank of a stallion after a good run, but that was absolutely fine. It was good way of showing she’d enjoyed herself without having to say it, and that was what Kanan wanted to know. He held her close for a moment to sort of cling onto that immediate post sex euphoria, laughing softly with her.
Well he was a stallion and it had been a good run. Maia laughed again, hanging her head back and gazing at the ceiling. “I think you earned yourself one of those bottles or three.” And probably a round two up in his bed later.
He would not argue a round two later in his bed, either. In fact after this showing he was greatly looking forward to it. Any time. “You earned one yourself,” he said with a grin. “or three.” He disengaged himself from her and gave her a quick, but appreciative kiss.
After cleaning himself up appropriately, he poured them each a shot.
Maia felt buzzy, between the drink and the shagging, and it was a pleasant buzzing. She grinned lopsidedly at Kanan, and lifted her shot. “To an appropriately short fog. But not too short.”