Who: Lila and Lennon When: Evening Where: billiards room Warnings: Turns NSFW
Lila’s day had been uneventful thus far as she spent a lot of her day on the network, watching and taking mental notes. She noticed Cecilia had cleaned up the mess from her door and the wall, though Lila knew from the feeds that a few people had seen the messages before Cecilia had returned from town with Owen. Lila didn’t plan on stopping, and she didn’t really care if the whole house knew Cecilia’s past. She was just having fun letting Cecilia know that someone in the house knew beyond her two big, dull protectors. The last few days had been quite fun, and Lila had been extremely entertained by Marco and Kiley’s talk in the craft room. The fact that Marco might actually believe Chase was taking orders from the people in charge had given Lila something else to think about, and she was sure she could use those delusions to her advantage.
As the ideas ran through her head, Lila headed downstairs to grab a drink from the billiards room. She was feeling something different than straight vodka tonight. Maybe a beer, or a cocktail. Anything that would get her buzzed and help alleviate some of her boredom. Lila stopped in the kitchen on the way and searched the fridge for a quick snack to take into the other room with her. Lila knew she probably ought to eat an actual meal at some point, but it was so much easier to mix a rum and Coke than it was to try and fix something in the kitchen. And at least with a drink, she only had a glass to clean up after.
Lennon had been tired today, probably due to being awakened in the middle of the night and being up for a while. He’d awakened with Tobias, which had been nice, and later in the day he’d squeezed in a nap, which hopefully had taken care of his sleep deficit. At least the statue of doom wasn’t being as horrifying as it had been. Every time he’d passed it, he’d heard some kind of noises, but he’d been able to ignore them. Intellectually he knew that this was yet another exercise to freak them all out, but it wasn’t much fun to walk past that thing and wonder if it would suddenly start moving again. Ugh.
He’d spent a while reading in the study-- this time without the distraction of poorly written smut-- and then had gone to grab a bite to eat. After that he’d moved to the billiards room; for some reason he felt comfortable hanging out there, plus there was the added bonus of alcohol. He’d idly shot pool for a few minutes and then mixed himself a drink, which he was sipping as he gazed out the window, his back to the room. What was everyone back home doing now? he wondered as he tried to see through the dark outside. Looking for him? Or had they given up by now? He didn’t feel like his family would really give up, but it had been long enough that they’d have to think he’d been killed somehow. They’d know he wouldn’t leave without a word of his own free will.
With a small bowl of grapes in her hand now, Lila left the kitchen and wandered into the billiards room. Seeing Lennon there at the window didn't cause her to pause, but she eyed him as she headed behind the bar to mix herself a drink. She wasn't in the mood to deal with any mopey-ness tonight, and she didn't know Lennon well enough to determine whether or not a drink in his hand meant he was in a sour mood, or a good one. Lila never needed an excuse to drink, but she knew not everyone considered alcohol a sixth food group the way she did.
Lila set the bowl down on the bar top and got to work mixing her drink. "I don't think anyone should ever drink alone in this place," she said, even though she didn't believe that for a second. "Everything okay?"
Lennon had become aware that he drank a lot more than he should here. Although he’d been a fan of going to clubs and parties back home, he hadn’t been that big of a drinker, always preferring to dance and socialize instead. He’d often nursed one beer for an entire night. Here, it was a way to cushion the sharp edges of this situation, to not worry so obsessively about things. It wasn’t enough of a problem for him so far for him to try to modify his habits.
He hadn’t heard Lila come in, but the sound of the bowl being set on the bar top prompted him to turn around. Honestly, he’d much rather see her than Madison, despite the fact that the redhead had been perfectly nice to him the last time he’d been around her. Too many unpleasant associations. He ambled over to the bar and sat on one of the barstools, giving her a smile and a tip of his glass in her direction. “Great, yeah,” he said. “What if you don’t have anyone to hang out with and you want a drink? Then you gotta drink alone or not drink.” And that would be tragic.
"Is it really so hard to find someone to drink with here?" Lila glanced at him as she filled her glass with rum. "I'm actually surprised more people aren't in here at the bar on a daily basis. But I guess maybe they're better at dealing with this place." She knew who Lennon's friends were. She had a feeling that Tobias, at least, would be game to drink with Lennon if he wanted company. But then again, maybe he didn't want the kind of company that was currently enthralled with Madison. Lila managed a small smile. "I suppose a drink alone is better than no drink at all. To be honest, I hadn't planned on company myself when I came in here to get this. But you're here, so I suppose I can feel a bit better about myself."
Sometimes it was. A lot of people here were preoccupied by serious business, like the new security council thing, or working on projects like Chase often did or just trying not to lose their damn minds. Lennon should probably find more constructive ways to channel his angst, but thus far he hadn’t. “Doesn’t seem like you’d have any trouble finding people to drink with either,” he said. Aside from the thing with Chase and his map that had happened when Lila had first arrived here, Lennon didn’t know of her causing any problems. She’d even helped out getting stuff for the kitchen right after the fire. And she was hot, which caused many people to give someone the benefit of the doubt.
Lila shrugged, her lips still curved in a faint smile. "I'm still sort of new," she reminded him. "There aren't a lot of people who trust me right now, so... I'm usually on my own." After finding a can of Coke in the mini fridge, Lila straightened and poured it into the glass before placing the can to the side. When she finished, Lila lifted her glass and saluted Lennon with it before taking a sip. "At least it seems like you're feeling a little better," Lila pointed out. "The last time we talked, you seemed a bit down."
“I only trust a handful of people here,” Lennon said. “This isn’t an easy place for it.” So far, the people he truly trusted had never let him down, so he’d felt like he was a decent judge of character as far as who he let close. He drank from his glass, enjoying the slight burn of the liquor in his throat. Things seemed okay tonight, and he did feel more optimistic than he had for a while. Who knew when that would come crashing down, so he might as well enjoy it while he could. “I’m good,” he said when she told him it seemed like he was feeling better. “Helps that I can move around now without wanting to die.”
Lila nodded in understanding. In her personal opinion, trust was overrated everywhere, not just in Zenith. At their core, people were selfish and disloyal if their asses were on the line. She had yet to meet anyone who had shown her differently. "You look better," Lila said. "The bruises are healing." She sipped her drink, a look of mischief shimmering in her eyes. "I think that means that you'll be healthy enough to show me your dance moves soon. I haven't forgotten about that."
Lennon smirked at her. “I thought you were kidding about that. I mean, c’mon.” Maybe she was kidding and had decided to mess with him some more; who knew? That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t do it, although he’d probably need plenty of alcohol in him to not feel self-conscious. Everything felt different here somehow. Possibly because it was such a small, closed environment.
Amused, Lila shot him a look and casually leaned against the bar top, glass in hand. “You can’t possibly know me well enough to know when I’m kidding about something. We had a bet, you lost. Of course I’m going to collect. I’ll give you a pass on the dancing if you can think of something better to give me, but if you can’t, I absolutely want to see those moves.”
Lennon didn’t want to explain why he might have thought she was kidding, as in why would she possibly want to see that unless it was to make fun of him? Okay, yeah, his confidence had taken a hit since he’d been here. “You don’t have to know someone well to think they might be kidding,” he pointed out. “But if you’re not, you’re not. I don’t guess I have anything you’d want, so dancing it is.” He could draw her like he’d drawn Juno, but she might not consider art an acceptable thing to collect on a bet.
Lila smiled. “I’ll dance with you, if it’ll make you feel better. I just need a lot of alcohol and some good music. At least I know we’ve got one of the two.” She lifted her glass briefly. “And I don’t know…I could say that you might have something I’d want. But then I know that would sound flirtatious and probably somewhat inappropriate for our circumstances. I wouldn’t want to scare off the first person who’s bothered to actually talk to me since I’ve been here.” That wasn’t entirely true, but Lennon didn’t know that.
“I miss music,” Lennon said. “There’s a couple people here who have some. I should see if they have anything good to dance to.” He knew Jack did, and he’d probably shared it with several people by now. He took another deep pull from his glass and then glanced at her, smiling a little. “Faint innuendo doesn’t scare me that much,” he said. “Not enough to make me stop talking to someone.” It was kind of like the dancing thing; he wasn’t so sure she meant it. A lot of people were like that in conversation, saying things they wouldn’t follow up on. He definitely didn’t know Lila well enough to know if she was one of those people.
She knew based on past feeds that Jack had music, at least. Lila was a bit surprised that They would stock a theater room with movies, but not supply any music to the house. She knew about the karaoke machine in the basement, but that so didn't count as actual music. Lila rested her chin in her palm, one brow raised curiously. "Does that mean blatant innuendo scares you? I'm just trying to figure out what my line is here. I wouldn't want to cross it and make you uncomfortable."
Being deprived of music was just another annoying thing about being here. Sure, they had palatial surroundings, rooms designed so much to each individual taste that it was eerie, liquor, a couple of swimming pools and hot tubs. Food except for those occasions when some asshole decided to try to burn down the kitchen and damage a lot of it. But no music and no internet, not really. The network didn’t count. He drank again until his glass was empty and thought about making himself another, but that would mean getting up. Maybe it was the booze, but he was amused by her line of conversation. “I guess it depends on how blatant,” he said, putting his hand beneath his chin and mirroring her position without being consciously aware he was doing so. “Blatant means different things to different people.”
Lila didn’t really miss the internet. Probably because she didn’t use it much even when she had it. She did miss her phone, however, although she was getting on just fine without it. She had a telephone in her room, but it didn’t do anything useful so what was the point? “I guess that’s true. Blatant generally means obvious in an offensive way, and while I know I can be obvious about some things, I wouldn’t want to offend you. I would prefer you stick around for awhile,” Lila said with a smile. She reached out for his empty glass, pausing when her fingers curled around it. “Want another? I don’t mind making something for you.”
The first thing that wanted to pop out of Lennon’s mouth was why? Why would you want me to stick around? Maybe she was just being nice. She’d said people didn’t talk to her, so she might’ve thought she’d be friendly. Nothing wrong with that. “I don’t guess I’m goin’ anywhere,” he said. Especially not right now when he was feeling nice and mellow. “Sometimes you try to be blatant and it doesn’t get you anywhere, anyway.” That statement was so true in his life since he’d been here. “Sure,” he said to her offer to make something for him. “It was a Seven and Seven, but I’m not picky.”
“That’s true, sometimes being blatant doesn’t work,” Lila agreed. She took Lennon’s glass to fill it with ice, intent on mixing a Seven and Seven for him. Maybe with a touch more whiskey than 7Up. “Either someone’s not interested, or they’re too oblivious to pick up on whatever you’re projecting. I’ve been there. It can be frustrating, and disappointing.” Lila found the whiskey and poured it into his glass. “But sometimes it works out, and you get lucky,” she added, a knowing smile curving at her lips as she set the whiskey aside to grab a can of 7Up in the mini fridge.
“That’s it exactly,” Lennon said, lowering his head to stretch his neck, running the fingers of one hand through his hair as he did. “You don’t wanna be obnoxious, but you do stuff like maybe brushing a hand against theirs or hugging them, making little remarks, and then you can’t decide if they really are that dense or they just don’t wanna tell you to fuck off.” He couldn’t imagine that Lila got rejected all that much, but somewhere in the world would be people who didn’t find her attractive, he felt sure. Law of averages. He didn’t notice the level of whiskey she put into his glass, not that he would have complained if he had. Whiskey seemed like a great thing tonight, and most nights. He always conveniently forgot how bad he usually felt the next morning.
Lila had a feeling Lennon was talking about Tobias, and she resisted rolling her eyes. Honestly, in her personal opinion, Tobias was just that dense, but she couldn't say so without revealing her access to private moments in the house. And frankly, helping Lennon out with his unrequited crush problem didn't benefit her in the slightest. After pouring the soda into his glass, Lila grabbed a thin, black stirrer and slipped it into the glass before setting it in front of Lennon, her hand lingering for a moment. "Sometimes you just have to let things happen as they will," she said with a shrug. "But I know it sucks when things don't work out the way you want them to. For what it's worth... never mind." Lila smiled shyly and went back to nursing her drink.
Then to top off the tacit rejection, there was the Madison issue. But Lennon didn’t want to keep going on about it. For all Lila knew, he could have been talking about something back in the real world. He didn’t feel comfortable airing too much about it; he hadn’t even told Kiley who he liked when she’d been trying to pull it out of him. Kiley was sharp enough that she’d probably guessed anyway, but… whatever. “Thanks,” he said when she put the drink in front of him, smiling faintly at the stirrer. That was a nice touch. “Things don’t work out that often anymore,” he said dryly, then gave her a quizzical look when she started to say something and backed off of it.
Lila very nearly pointed out that Lennon might have more luck if he stopped feeling so sorry for himself. Self-pity was never an attractive trait. Never mind that Lila had been fairly obvious with her flirtation and it seemed to have gone straight over Lennon's head, which was amusing, considering he was complaining about people not picking up on 'little remarks'. Then again, maybe he just didn't want to tell her to fuck off.
Regardless, Lila merely nodded in understanding as she sipped her drink. "I wish I could tell you to be more optimistic but look at where we are," she said. "It would feel false trying to convince you that things will get better, when I really don't know if that's true." She reached for her bowl of grapes and offered him a more sincere smile. "If you ever decide you'd like something to actually work out for once, my room is on the second floor." There. That was blatant. Lila only had so much patience with subtle, and Lennon clearly needed something more obvious.
Really, Lennon didn’t think Lila would actually be interested in him for anything or that she’d be hitting on him. He thought she was probably messing with him for amusement, nice as she was being. So it surprised him when she told him where her room was if he’d like something to work out, and he nearly aspirated an ice cube. After spending nearly a minute coughing to try to clear it, he said raspily, “Uh. I guess you mean for the dancing thing, right?” His ears felt hot, and he hoped he wasn’t blushing. Damn, he was so the opposite of smooth. He’d always done pretty well for himself at the clubs when he wanted to pick someone up, but this wasn’t a club. He couldn’t get busy with someone and then never see them again if it didn’t work out.
Lila took a bite of the grape in her fingers and watched Lennon cough his way through his surprise, amusement evident on her face. She said nothing, but waited for him to recover. There, finally the kind of reaction she wanted to get from him. Apparently Lila hadn't been as obvious as she believed she had been since meeting him properly. He was the dense one today. When he mentioned dancing, Lila's brows shot up and she shot him an incredulous look even as she smiled. "Really? No, not for the dancing thing, Lennon. Although if you want to dance first as some form of foreplay, I suppose that would be okay. If you're not interested in spending time with me, alone, that's okay too, and you can show me your moves in any room you want."
Lennon was dying to ask her why him, but he wasn’t going to. He’d already acted foolish enough. “I already said I wanted to be in private for the dancing thing,” he reminded her, his voice still not sounding quite normal. “Nobody needs to walk in on that.” He was watching her with curiosity in his expression, that and a new sort of interest; things he wouldn’t have thought possible might be possible after all. If he wanted. If it happened, it would probably end up being her most disappointing sex ever given how long it had been for him and how hot she was. Yeah, he was still into Tobias, but did it make sense to keep pining for somebody who didn’t want you? He lowered his head for a few seconds, frowning slightly, then lifted it again to look at her. “Really?”
Now this was much more interesting. Lila finished off her grape and took a drink from her glass, her eyes still focused directly on Lennon. He looked so confused about what was happening. Was his ego so bruised that he couldn’t fathom anyone actually wanting him? Sure, Lila’s intentions weren’t at all innocent, but Lennon didn’t know that. Lila set her glass down and folded her arms on the bar top, leaning in close to Lennon. “Why do you sound so skeptical?” She tilted her head and studied him with renewed interest. “You’re attractive, and I know we don’t know each other very well, but you’re interesting and more importantly, you haven’t been an asshole to me. And frankly, it really sucks being lonely… more so being lonely and being here.”
People were hooking up all over the place, at least the people right around him, but he hadn’t even had the option for that thus far, which could be a valid reason Lennon wanted to make sure she wasn’t just playing around with him. Nothing here was like it was back home, and he wasn’t exactly feeling overconfident. “I wasn’t expecting it, I guess,” he said, realizing how close she was standing to him. He nodded when she said it sucked to be lonely along with being here. “Yeah. I’ve made friends here, but there can still be a lot of lonely time.” He swung his barstool slightly in her direction so he wasn’t entirely facing the bar, wondering if it would be so bad if he took her up on it. Maybe he should try to get some of his groove back, or whatever.
Lila hadn’t even been in the house as long as Lennon and she’d already hooked up with two people. Not that she was keeping score, but she saw no point in denying herself something that she wanted and Lila couldn’t really understand why anyone would. Especially if that something was there for the taking. “I was trying to be subtle,” Lila explained, looking down into her glass as she smiled. “That wasn’t working so…” She shrugged and sighed. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting a little human comfort. Or fun, if comfort isn’t needed. It’s just something to think about, Lennon. I’m not trying to put you on the spot.”
Lennon had to laugh at that. “I guess subtle doesn’t work on me.” Yeah, he didn’t have a lot of room to talk about other people not picking up on clues, did he? His knee brushed her leg as he moved the barstool a little more, and he didn’t immediately pull it away. When she said she wasn’t trying to put him on the spot, he said, “I know. It’s okay.” He picked up his glass and drank some more, liking how it made him feel so much more mellow. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it either. And I can’t believe someone as hot as you wants to have human comfort fun with me.” He smiled, joking but not entirely.
She was well aware of how his knee was touching her now, and how he didn’t pull away from the contact. That was definitely a good sign. Lila studied Lennon before laughing, her hand coming up to her cheek, almost bashfully. “I won’t complain about being called hot, but give yourself some credit,” Lila said. She lifted her hand to brush it through his hair, aware that it was a bold move, but not really caring. “It’s just nice to feel desirable sometimes. Wanted. Especially after feeling alone for so long. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. We barely know each other. But I would like to get to know you, if you’re willing.”
“I’m alright,” Lennon said, shrugging. He’d never really thought there was anything wrong with his looks, but he wasn’t, like, Chase. “I don’t guess you’d have to put a bag over my head.” He could relate to her words about it being nice to feel desired, because he’d felt that way. Whether they’d admit it or not, most people wanted contact that went beyond friendship touches and hugs, nice as those were. As her hand descended from his hair, he reflexively reached for it and pressed it to his shoulder, a gentle hold she could pull out of if she wanted. “We could get to know each other,” he added, his voice softer. Even if it was just know in the biblical sense, that was something.
Lila wasn't terribly focused on appearance. She knew first hand that looks could be deceiving. Sure, there were some extremely attractive people in the house, but some of there were so annoyingly dull. Some were psychotic - herself included, probably. That didn't matter to her. What mattered was what Lennon could do for her. He was so desperate to be wanted, and she could do that for him. At least for now. She kept her hand on his shoulder, smiling softly. It was an unspoken invitation to move in closer, and Lila left her glass on the bar so she could slip her free hand over his other shoulder. "I would really like that," she murmured. She wondered when the last time Lennon had been touched was. As far as she could remember on the feeds, he hadn't hooked up with anyone. There were some hugs here and there between he and his friends, and moronic, childish cuddling with Juno, but that was about it. He probably missed it, so Lila ran her hands over his shoulders, until her thumbs brushed the nape of his neck. Maybe he'd had enough to drink to forget where they were and just enjoy himself.
Lennon wasn’t to the point of being stupid drunk, but he was buzzed. Maybe that was why the feeling of her thumbs brushing over his skin sent such a shiver through him. He was so close to her now that he didn’t quite know where to look. It felt strange to stare into her eyes, since as she’d pointed out, they didn’t really know each other. He didn’t want to be a jerk and stare at her boobs, either. He let one of his arms wrap lightly around her waist and leaned a little closer. All he could think of to do next was tilt his face enough to brush his mouth over hers. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but it came close.
Satisfaction surged through Lila as soon as Lennon touched her. Maybe because she was getting what she wanted from someone Chase and Marco called a friend. Or maybe because she got to Lennon before say, Felix did. Not that he couldn't have Lennon later. Lila didn't mind sharing, after all. But the poor guy was just craving affection and it seemed like she caught him on the right day. Lila smiled against Lennon's mouth before capturing his lips in a proper kiss. Maybe she could eventually tie Damon's impressive number. If she could get Lennon into bed at some point, that would be lovely number three. It was really a shame Simms was locked up. If he was still across the hall, Lila might have been satisfied with fucking around with Lennon, and Chase, some other way.
Lennon had probably gone longer without kissing anyone since he’d been here than he had since he’d had his first kiss at fifteen. He made a soft sound in his throat when Lila deepened it. She tasted like booze, but then he did too, and that was always a flavor he liked. His initial paranoia after being beaten by Simms had relaxed a little, but he was still prone to be aware of his surroundings. Hopefully he’d hear if anyone walked in, or she would. Without realizing it, he used his arm around Lila to press her against him so their upper bodies touched. Having a buzz on only made this better; he wasn’t self-conscious or thinking too much.
Lila didn’t really care who saw, or who came around. Simms certainly wasn’t an issue. Perfection would have been Chase catching a glimpse, but that could wait until later. She cupped Lennon’s face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. He was a decent kisser, thank god, so Lila didn’t feel the urge to pull away just yet. She melted against him instead, a non-verbal sign of encouragement that she was enjoying what was happening. Poor, lonely Lennon. Honestly, how did some people in ExB not realize how vulnerable some of these people really were? They were missing out on so much potential. Needing to breathe, Lila’s kiss lingered just a moment before she stopped and opened her eyes, not bothering to take a step back. She wanted to maintain the physical contact. “I hadn’t realized how much I missed doing that.”
Lennon was slightly out of breath when Lila paused to breathe, but that was just fine. “Me either,” he said, even though it wasn’t strictly true. He was really fucking tired of his hand as his only intimate companionship, and kissing someone else was a first step to broadening his horizons. He’d forgotten how intriguing it could be to kiss someone he barely even knew; maybe he’d been going about this stuff all wrong. Everyone here didn’t necessarily get to have a relationship like Chase and Kiley and (maybe) Tobias and Madison. Hooking up was better than nothing, for sure. It was nice to be here in the dimly lit billiards room, feeling the press of another person’s body against his, tasting their lips.
Casual hook ups were always Lila's preference. She had never been in a real relationship before, nor had she a desire to ever try. Putting someone's happiness above her own made absolutely no sense to her, and she knew that it always ended up in misery. What fun was that? Lila let her hands fall from his hand, where they glided down his chest to his hips. Desire was evident in her eyes as she glanced down at his lips again before lifting her gaze to his. "Do you want to come back to my room? Or..." She glanced to the open doors, a small, sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "We could lock the doors down here." He may not want to fuck at all, which was okay by her, she supposed. As long as she started wrapping him around her finger, that was the important part.
There was something in Lennon that wanted to hesitate. Maybe it was only the possibility he’d go off in about two seconds, maybe it was something else. Who knew? But he’d had enough to drink that he felt looser than usual, and if he turned her down he might not get another chance. She might have been hitting on him the first time they’d hung out down here, he realized. “I don’t have a rubber with me,” he said, letting one hand graze beneath the back of her shirt. “So lockin’ the doors won’t work unless you have one.” He had some in his room that he’d picked up just in case, but since he was on the fourth floor, that wasn’t a great deal of help right now.
"I don't usually make it a point to carry condoms around with me," Lila said with a soft laugh. Her room was on the second floor. Not too far, but... what fun was that? She had fucked Simms and Damon in her bedroom, and it was getting a bit boring. Lila bit her lip and slipped her hands underneath Lennon's shirt to touch his bare skin before she glanced at the doors. "Wait here." Lila kissed him quickly and then pulled away to hurry from the room. She began to rummage through the bathroom before remembering that Daphne had taken them all earlier. She cursed and nearly turned to flip off the nearest camera, but instead, Lila slipped out of the room and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. Talk about a mood breaker, jesus christ. She grabbed a condom from her drawer and hurried back downstairs. hoping Lennon hadn't changed his mind, or received anymore company.
Slightly breathless now, Lila returned to the billiards room and shut the doors behind her, flipping the locks before she turned back toward Lennon and held up the condom, a smile playing at her lips. "I've been dying to do something exciting since I got here..."
When Lila left the room, Lennon took the opportunity to finish his drink and then get up from the barstool where he’d been sitting. Was he really doing this? What was the harm in it since there were condoms available? He paced to the window again, looking out and still not seeing anything through the thick darkness, and then the door was opening and Lila was back. It had taken her a little longer than he’d thought it would, and for a few seconds he’d once again wondered if she was messing with him and wouldn’t be back. But he quickly banished those thoughts as he heard her lock the doors and he turned to see what she was holding up. “So you’re a thrill seeker then?” he joked, pausing for a second and then pulling the long-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing over his head. He could only hope it would be exciting for her given how long it had been for him. He moved closer to her, wanting her to be touching him again and distracting him from what if someone tried to get in while they were in here, were they really about to have sex in a public place? All that fun stuff.
She smiled and slipped the condom into the back pocket of her jeans before tugging off her own shirt. She left her bra on for the time being. It would probably be better not to get completely undressed, in case people tried to walk in. And hell, sometimes semi-clothed public sex was a hell of a lot more exciting than completely naked in bed sex. It was definitely the thrill of it all. Lila didn't really feel any fear of getting caught. What was going to happen if they did? Embarrassment? Not for Lila. "Something like that," Lila murmured. It was evening and people would be coming down soon for dinner. She wondered if Lennon was thinking about that too. She stepped in close to him and went immediately for his jeans, working them open even as she leaned in to kiss him again.
The sight of Lila in her bra went a long way toward diverting Lennon from anything else. He’d had sex in public before, most often on the beach, which was great if you took the appropriate precautions against sand in your crotch, but maybe he hadn’t expected to do it here. Why not, though? There was nothing really wrong with it, he didn’t think. She moved in again and kissed him, and he could feel her fingers working at the button and zipper on his jeans. Warmth flooded him and any hesitation fled; he kissed her back and slid his hands over the mostly bare flesh of her back before moving his fingers around to begin undoing her pants, making the kiss harder and deeper.
Lila would have loved to see Lennon's reaction to knowing that anywhere they fooled around would have been 'public'. At least to those in Experiment B. Lennon already knew the people who ran this whole experiment was able to watch, but it was possible that he had been in Zenith long enough that he had grown accustomed to the cameras and barely noticed them anymore. Lila made a satisfied noise against Lennon's mouth as soon as he started in on getting her jeans unbuttoned and as soon as his zipper was down, Lila slipped her hand past the denim to cup his crotch. She couldn't help but wonder if Lennon was actually this adventurous to have sex with her in a public room in the house, or if his desperate need to get laid was egging him on tonight. She didn't care either way as long as she got what she wanted.
Lennon did indeed forget about the cameras much of the time. They were a part of the landscape to him now; he wouldn’t have been able to do anything if he dwelled on the fact that he could be watched at any time. He was adventurous by nature, or at least he had been before he’d come here, and it was easier than he would have thought to recapture some of that. There was definitely sexual need mixed in with that. All in all, there was enough of both factors to drive him along. He gasped in a breath through his nose when she cupped him through his briefs and fumbled her zipper down so he could start pushing her jeans down over her hips. He broke away from her mouth enough to whisper, “Where?” By that he meant couch… floor… other?
Lila wanted to laugh at how eager he was. She had a feeling this might not last as long as either of them would like, but that was okay. There was always the potential for a 'next time', if things worked out. And he wasn't completely terrible. "Anywhere you want," she murmured. "Anyway you want it." Lila shoved his own jeans down his hips just enough to work him free of his briefs. She supposed they could get completely naked, but that make a quickie much harder when there was the potential of someone trying to get into the room. A part of her wished she hadn't locked the doors. Having someone walk in on them would have been so satisfying.
There was a certain appeal to quickies. Lennon had always thought that, and he still did. Maybe this was the best way with someone he didn’t know that well, and she certainly seemed down for it. When she told him anywhere and any way, he looked around the room, trying to make a snap decision. He caught sight of the pool table and smirked. It would be like something out of a movie, except maybe for when he came too fast. He steered her in that direction, turning her around and reaching for her back jeans pocket where he’d seen her stash the condom. “This okay?” he asked as he pulled the packet out and got ready, letting the wrapper drop to the floor. It was exciting, and maybe the strangeness of it would keep him from blasting off the second he got inside.
The steps to the pool table were a bit awkward with their jeans pushed down, but they made it without falling over and Lila grinned, breathless, as Lennon turned her around. Well, that was interesting, wasn't it? And a lot better than having to fuck him face to face. Not that Lila minded kissing, but sometimes she just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy sex. "This is more than okay," Lila assured him, resting her elbows on the pool table and glancing at Lennon over her shoulder as she waited for him to get the condom open and on. She hoped it lasted more than a few seconds, but even if it didn't, his embarrassment would be worth it and potentially useful later.
Lennon would never be able to play pool again without thinking of this, but maybe that was okay. He’d just have to wear long shirts to hide the boner he’d pop. He took a few seconds to admire the way she was bent over the table, the way her waist curved in, the gentle swell of her ass. Then he was moving over her, using one hand to nudge himself to the right place… and then he was in, his body tensing with the effort to adjust, his breath a sharp exhale. He couldn’t imagine what this must look like, both of them partially dressed, Lennon nailing her from behind. Or he would be when he started moving. If he did what he felt like, this would be over immediately.
Lila swayed her ass back and forth subtly until Lennon positioned himself behind her. She made a point to moan appreciatively as soon as he slid inside of her, and Lila's head drooped forward, her hands splayed against the top of the pool table. Well aware that he wasn't moving because he wanted to adjust to the pleasure and not shoot off right away, Lila adjusted her feet on the floor, spreading her legs as wide as she could with the jeans constricting her movement. Then she pushed back against him slowly, turning her face so she could see him just out of her peripheral.
There would have been no way for Lennon to describe how amazing this felt. All words had left him; he was reduced to physical sensation, gasps, hitches of breath. Lila pushed back against him, understandably wanting him to get going, and he started to move, trying to keep himself in check by not thinking about the slick slide as he thrust into her, the heat, the tightness. He wanted to pull back enough to watch, actually see himself plowing into her, but it would be over instantly if he did that. He squeezed his eyes shut, his expression almost pained as he slid one hand around her to work one breast free of its cloth covering, to distract himself by feeling it beneath his fingers.
Lila shifted her torso up a bit, so Lennon would be able to grope her better. She sighed pleasurably and moved her body back to meet Lennon's thrusts. He probably wasn't going to last once they really got going, so Lila tried to be patient with the slower pace. There wasn't much she could do in this position, so she moved her body, making soft sounds every time Lennon slid inside of her. After a moment, Lila lifted her head, her gaze finding one of the cameras. She didn't smile, but her expression was one of clear amusement before she pressed back against Lennon again and lifted one of her hands to cover his at her breast.
Lennon was playing a losing game and he knew it, but shit. What was he supposed to do about the fact that he’d gone without for ages? If he’d had any idea this might happen, he would have done some pregame stuff like jerking off earlier in the day. The little sounds she was making were killing him, and he couldn’t stop himself from moving faster and going deeper. “You’re so hot,” he murmured in the approximate direction of her ear, working on balancing as he slid his free hand around her body and down between her thighs to find her clit. There was no way she could be as close as he was, but he needed to make the effort.
It was cute that Lennon thought he could get her off before he did. She was feeling hot and certainly turned on, but she didn’t think she was close enough to beat him to the punch. Not that Lila cared. That wasn’t why she was doing this. Simms and Damon were both good for mindless sex. This wasn’t mindless. This was purposeful sex. This had motive. Lila lifted her hand up and behind her to snake around the back of his head, a louder moan escaping her lips. Her fingers clutched at his hair. “You feel so good,” she breathed. It did feel good, even if she doubted she would get there before he went off.
It was like an involuntary reflex Lennon couldn’t stop now, the way he went harder and faster, his body determined to have what it was climbing toward. His touches lacked rhythm and he knew he probably wasn’t doing much for her in that respect, but it was what it was. At least he’d managed longer than a minute and a half, which was something under the circumstances. Even if he stopped right this instant, he was still going to come, so he figured he might as well go ahead. A few choppy, deeper thrusts and he was gone, spilling and making choked moans into her shoulder.
Lila kept her free hand pressed hard against the top of the pool table to keep herself upright so that her hips didn’t get thrust too hard into the wood. She released a breathless gasp, her lips curving into a satisfied smile when she felt Lennon tense behind her. It lasted longer than she thought it would, so she supposed she had to give him points for that. Lila let her arm fall from where she had been holding him, and she kept herself upright, panting with soft, pleasurable noises emitting from her throat. “That,” she began, pausing briefly to lick her lips, “was hot.”
It had been adventurous for sure, and much needed for him, but Lennon felt bad that he clearly hadn’t done it for her. “Super hot,” he agreed, dropping the hand he’d had on her breast to the pool table and resting the other on her hip. “Sorry,” he added after he’d caught his breath a little. “I just, uh… It’s been a really long time for me.” He’d broken his dry spell with an incredibly hot woman; hopefully she wouldn’t tell people he was terrible in bed. Or against the pool table. Whatever.
“It’s okay,” Lila said, a smile in her voice. “You can make it up to me next time.” She pulled her bra cup back up over her exposed breast. “We should probably get dressed and unlock the door before someone tries to come in…” Lila didn’t care who saw them, but she had a feeling Lennon might be embarrassed if anyone were to realize what they were doing inside a locked room. Or maybe he would be proud. She had no idea. It would be interesting to find out whether or not he told his friends he finally got laid.
“Yeah, guess we should,” Lennon said, pulling out of her and moving away to get to the trash can behind the bar so he could get rid of the condom. He got his briefs and jeans set to rights and then picked up his shirt from the floor. “This is a popular room,” he said, still looking sheepish. “We’re lucky nobody tried the door yet.” Not like he’d lasted long enough for it to be much of a possibility. Sigh. He was definitely out of practice.
As soon as Lennon moved away, Lila pulled up her panties and jeans. She turned toward him, smiling as she tugged up the zipper. “They may have. To be honest, I wasn’t really focused on listening for the door.” Lila found her t-shirt and clutched it in her hand before she walked over to Lennon and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you. It was nice feeling wanted for awhile in this place.”
Somehow that hadn’t been what Lennon was expecting, but it was nice. “Thank you,” he said, kissing her again after he’d said it. “It was, wasn’t it?” He had friends he could trust and it didn’t seem as if she did, so he guessed he was luckier than she in that respect. But she was smokin’ hot and could probably have almost anyone in the house if she wanted, and she’d picked him. That was definitely something.
“It was.” Lila lowered herself to her heels and gave him another small smile. “You know where my room is if you ever want company.” She didn’t think it was necessary to linger. She had done what she’d sent out to do with Lennon and now she could poke at it a bit and see if she could cause some problems. Lila slipped on her shirt and smoothed back her hair behind her ears. She rubbed Lennon’s arm before turning away to unlock the door and head back to her room for a quick shower.
“Mine’s on four,” Lennon said, since he had no idea if she knew that. Once she was gone, he exhaled a long breath. That had been unexpected and different. He pulled his shirt back on and went to pick up the wrapper he’d dropped next to the pool table to throw away. That done, he mixed himself another drink, light on the alcohol this time, and sat back down at the bar. Once he’d finished it he figured he’d head back to his room, past the creepy standing statue, and work on some art.