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[ It was quite the occasion. The lights, the music, the dancing, just the kind of event that Lucifer went out of his way to attend since arriving in this world. Unfortunately, things being what they were, it was impossible for him to attend the Valentine's Day ball in his usual attire, or at least in his own vessel.
She suited him perfectly. A devotee of the church, he'd known that she was suitably spirited for him to use her body. Yes, if he stayed with her for too long, the same fate would await her that had once consumed Nick, but Lucifer didn't need another vessel for permanent use, just the occasional night off.
He took her to his bed as a concubine, but he left his bed as the concubine, and dressed in red heels and dress, a black domino mask, Lucifer slid through the crowd as a new woman. Angelique's body was strong, well muscled, good arches. It drew interesting attention, and Lucifer gravitated toward Jeff, when she noticed him. There were a keen group of admirers surrounding him, but Angel was different to the rest, a dazzling breath of fresh air. She laid her hand on Jeff's forearm in a gesture of familiarity. ]
Darling. You're Jeff Winger. I'm just about your biggest fan.
She suited him perfectly. A devotee of the church, he'd known that she was suitably spirited for him to use her body. Yes, if he stayed with her for too long, the same fate would await her that had once consumed Nick, but Lucifer didn't need another vessel for permanent use, just the occasional night off.
He took her to his bed as a concubine, but he left his bed as the concubine, and dressed in red heels and dress, a black domino mask, Lucifer slid through the crowd as a new woman. Angelique's body was strong, well muscled, good arches. It drew interesting attention, and Lucifer gravitated toward Jeff, when she noticed him. There were a keen group of admirers surrounding him, but Angel was different to the rest, a dazzling breath of fresh air. She laid her hand on Jeff's forearm in a gesture of familiarity. ]
Darling. You're Jeff Winger. I'm just about your biggest fan.
[The crowds of something as illustrious as a Valentine's Day ball weren't something Jeff would have ever aimed for in his old life, happy as he was to stick to picking up women at bars or staying home and watching crap on television all night. This place was different. This world granted him fame without any of the effort, like a genuine Kardashian, leeching off of other people's desperation for celebrities. He hadn't had to do anything to earn it, beyond existing in a world that had dragged him here. They'd been the ones to give him 'imPort' status (which was celebrity status in itself), and then shove him into starring in a television show, all he had to do was show up, look good and stay entertaining.
Looking good was the easy part, he could do that in his sleep and he was doing it right now, decked in a ridiculously expensive three piece suit (of course he is), red tie to match the festivities and not even bothering with any form of mask because how could he deny the public of this beautiful face? He doesn't mind the admirers for the moment, enjoying the adoration and company they bring and accepting the free drinks when he can get them. He humours them, but that patience is about to wear thin the second a hand settles at his arm and his attention is drawn to the giver of such a familiar touch.
She's stunning. Far too good to be sharing with a gaggle of others that seem more intent on discussing his show than being attractive. The change in his body language is immediate, turning his full attention on her and practically blocking out the others in the same motion, a smile on his lips as he draws himself up, chest out while making the most of his height. Isn't he such a fine specimen of masculinity? All muscled and tall and clearly alpha with that puffed out chest. Adore him.]
Does my biggest fan have a name?
Looking good was the easy part, he could do that in his sleep and he was doing it right now, decked in a ridiculously expensive three piece suit (of course he is), red tie to match the festivities and not even bothering with any form of mask because how could he deny the public of this beautiful face? He doesn't mind the admirers for the moment, enjoying the adoration and company they bring and accepting the free drinks when he can get them. He humours them, but that patience is about to wear thin the second a hand settles at his arm and his attention is drawn to the giver of such a familiar touch.
She's stunning. Far too good to be sharing with a gaggle of others that seem more intent on discussing his show than being attractive. The change in his body language is immediate, turning his full attention on her and practically blocking out the others in the same motion, a smile on his lips as he draws himself up, chest out while making the most of his height. Isn't he such a fine specimen of masculinity? All muscled and tall and clearly alpha with that puffed out chest. Adore him.]
Does my biggest fan have a name?
[ She is stunning, honestly. Her brassy blonde hair shines in the light, her lips scarlet, eyes darkened with kohl behind the holes of the mask. She bats her eyelashes at him, stepping in closer, body language open and interested. ]
Angelique, [ She answers, the name spoken in its French accent. ] But my friends call me Angel.
[ Her other hand settled on the center of his chest, efficiently bold, eyes flicking up toward Jeff's. Even in heels, she barely reached his height, which was a different way to look at the world. Nick was taller, impressively so, and he strode a height over everyone else. She smiled, brightly, earnestly. ]
So now that you know my name...won't you buy a girl a drink?
[ But her hand was smoothing in wandering circles, as though riveted by his muscular strength and chiseled form. ]
Angelique, [ She answers, the name spoken in its French accent. ] But my friends call me Angel.
[ Her other hand settled on the center of his chest, efficiently bold, eyes flicking up toward Jeff's. Even in heels, she barely reached his height, which was a different way to look at the world. Nick was taller, impressively so, and he strode a height over everyone else. She smiled, brightly, earnestly. ]
So now that you know my name...won't you buy a girl a drink?
[ But her hand was smoothing in wandering circles, as though riveted by his muscular strength and chiseled form. ]
[Oh, he likes her already, even before the close contact and adoring fingers against his chest. This is clearly a woman who knows what she likes and pursues it without hesitation, and that's certainly something Jeff can relate to. Not to mention her taste must be flawless to pick someone like him out of the entirety of this party.]
I'll even buy you more than one, Angel. [The name spoken with the familiarity of someone who'd very much like to get far more familiar with her. Cute name, almost like a pet name and one that's easy enough for him to remember for the night.
He makes a deliberate move away from the others, an arm slipping loosely about her waist as he starts to steer them closer towards the bar.] What can I get you?
I'll even buy you more than one, Angel. [The name spoken with the familiarity of someone who'd very much like to get far more familiar with her. Cute name, almost like a pet name and one that's easy enough for him to remember for the night.
He makes a deliberate move away from the others, an arm slipping loosely about her waist as he starts to steer them closer towards the bar.] What can I get you?
[ Lucifer does know what she wants. In this case, in Jeffrey's case, it's blackmail, but there's more to it than that--he is a handsome, well put together man, and it's been a long time since she was with anyone wearing a body like this one. Might as well pick the best specimen to enjoy during her outing.
That and he was easy - so so easy - to seduce.
The angel pressed her side against Jeff's as they shuffled toward the bar, rolling her shoulder very slightly against him. The hand which had touched his arm now slunk low enough on his back to be considered grabbing ass, while the other still pressed against his pectoral. ]
If I pick hard liquor, will you think I need to be drunk to sleep with you? [ She bat her eyelashes, through the mask, bit her lower lip, and then paused to catch his eye. ] What about an Angel's Tit? I've always wanted one...
That and he was easy - so so easy - to seduce.
The angel pressed her side against Jeff's as they shuffled toward the bar, rolling her shoulder very slightly against him. The hand which had touched his arm now slunk low enough on his back to be considered grabbing ass, while the other still pressed against his pectoral. ]
If I pick hard liquor, will you think I need to be drunk to sleep with you? [ She bat her eyelashes, through the mask, bit her lower lip, and then paused to catch his eye. ] What about an Angel's Tit? I've always wanted one...
[And there it was, just like that, the magic words of 'sleep with you' that were like music to Winger's ears. Sure, perhaps he's not quite the incessant womaniser he was in the past, but how can he refuse an outright statement of intent such as this? She's gorgeous and that helps a lot, but then this whole scenario wouldn't be unfolding like this were she not, likely sent on her way with an autograph and charming smile if she were anything but stunning.
Can't even fault her drink selection, not that he's entirely sure what an Angel's Tit is beyond the assumption it's some kind of mix. Doesn't stop him from nodding his agreement.]
I could do with a couple of those myself... [And it's so obvious he doesn't mean the drink, even as he pushes their way to the front of the bar to flag down a bartender. He doesn't have to wait to be served because that's the beauty of fame.]
Can't even fault her drink selection, not that he's entirely sure what an Angel's Tit is beyond the assumption it's some kind of mix. Doesn't stop him from nodding his agreement.]
I could do with a couple of those myself... [And it's so obvious he doesn't mean the drink, even as he pushes their way to the front of the bar to flag down a bartender. He doesn't have to wait to be served because that's the beauty of fame.]
[ Confidence was one thing, but there was a special kind of self assurance that came from Jeffrey knowing that he was going to score--as if the hand wandering over his chest wasn't blatant enough.
When they reached the bar, Lucifer ignored the bartender, instead folding around so that her back hit the counter, attention on Jeff absolutely, as though riveted, spellbound. He was the focus of the entire room, the only thing that mattered. If it got Lucifer what she wanted, then he may as well be.
Her hand still wandered. The other, on Jeff's ass, tightened ever so slightly, urging him to tilt his hips inward and pin hers back against the counter. Lucifer exhaled, lifted her hand from Jeff's chest and licked her thumb. It went back, the hand slipping between the jacket and his shirt, flicking against his nipple. The pad was wet enough to dampen the cotton.
She wet her lips. ]
So adventurous. I like that in a man.
When they reached the bar, Lucifer ignored the bartender, instead folding around so that her back hit the counter, attention on Jeff absolutely, as though riveted, spellbound. He was the focus of the entire room, the only thing that mattered. If it got Lucifer what she wanted, then he may as well be.
Her hand still wandered. The other, on Jeff's ass, tightened ever so slightly, urging him to tilt his hips inward and pin hers back against the counter. Lucifer exhaled, lifted her hand from Jeff's chest and licked her thumb. It went back, the hand slipping between the jacket and his shirt, flicking against his nipple. The pad was wet enough to dampen the cotton.
She wet her lips. ]
So adventurous. I like that in a man.
[It had been a long time since he'd gotten this sort of attention, the adoration, clinginess and forwardness that Angel seemed to display in abundance. It may actually be one of the only times he's gotten quite this level of it. Perhaps it was the fame. The concept of celebrity drove people crazy, got them doing anything to try and be in the spotlight and maybe this was no different, but fuck it, if she wants her fifteen minutes of fame he'll gladly give it.
He does his best to get the order out for two 'Angel's Tits', managing to give the order with only the smallest of smirks before getting entirely distracted by the woman wedged between him and the bar. There's no resistance to the encouraging squeeze at his ass, hips pressing in closer against her as he leans down just enough to lean in close, foreheads almost touching but not quite there. Jeff would have been quite content with a more traditional form of wooing in the shape of a kiss, but that wet thumb trailing against his chest is certainly a new way to go about it. A sudden, soft inhale is his approval of it all, huffing out that breath seconds later as the damp fabric cools instantly against him. This Angel chick was either a psycho or an absolute keeper, either way he was willing to find out.]
Not so bad yourself. Y'know, I know of plenty of hotels nearby that bring drinks to the room. It'd give us a chance to get away from the crowds, maybe get to know each other a little better. [Spoken against her ear as he keeps that closeness, giving no excuse for miscommunication over the noise of the party.]
He does his best to get the order out for two 'Angel's Tits', managing to give the order with only the smallest of smirks before getting entirely distracted by the woman wedged between him and the bar. There's no resistance to the encouraging squeeze at his ass, hips pressing in closer against her as he leans down just enough to lean in close, foreheads almost touching but not quite there. Jeff would have been quite content with a more traditional form of wooing in the shape of a kiss, but that wet thumb trailing against his chest is certainly a new way to go about it. A sudden, soft inhale is his approval of it all, huffing out that breath seconds later as the damp fabric cools instantly against him. This Angel chick was either a psycho or an absolute keeper, either way he was willing to find out.]
Not so bad yourself. Y'know, I know of plenty of hotels nearby that bring drinks to the room. It'd give us a chance to get away from the crowds, maybe get to know each other a little better. [Spoken against her ear as he keeps that closeness, giving no excuse for miscommunication over the noise of the party.]
[ Kisses aren't always necessary. Not when velvety, painted lips can brush against Jeffrey's throat instead, and teeth can flash against his ear. Lucifer exhales a breath, a word or two, full of temptation and promise: ]
Why bother with other hotels when the elevator's right there?
[ In time, Lucifer would raise the stakes on that, but Jeff could make up whatever reasons he liked for them heading upstairs. She was a rich heiress, she'd stolen someone else's room key, or else she'd planned this seduction for some time now--crazy or exotic, it didn't matter to Lucifer which Jeff assumed, so long as she got what she wanted.
In a moment, the drinks made it to the bar, and the mixologist dropped the final ingredient, a single cherry, into each cloudy concoction. It sank to the bottom, half visible through the sparkling gloom. Turning, and being sure to grind her hip against Jeff's groin as she went, Lucifer gathered up both glasses, and then with a wink slid free and away, urging Jeff after her by holding one glass in each hand, at chest level, and walking slowly backward, toward the elevator doors. ]
Why bother with other hotels when the elevator's right there?
[ In time, Lucifer would raise the stakes on that, but Jeff could make up whatever reasons he liked for them heading upstairs. She was a rich heiress, she'd stolen someone else's room key, or else she'd planned this seduction for some time now--crazy or exotic, it didn't matter to Lucifer which Jeff assumed, so long as she got what she wanted.
In a moment, the drinks made it to the bar, and the mixologist dropped the final ingredient, a single cherry, into each cloudy concoction. It sank to the bottom, half visible through the sparkling gloom. Turning, and being sure to grind her hip against Jeff's groin as she went, Lucifer gathered up both glasses, and then with a wink slid free and away, urging Jeff after her by holding one glass in each hand, at chest level, and walking slowly backward, toward the elevator doors. ]
[Oh. Oh, she has a room here, something he only just starts to realise after those lips and teeth provide way too much of a distraction for him. He's got no verbal reply for that revelation, isn't even sure he could think of much in the way of words when promises like this are being made, leaving him to focus on keeping his dick in his pants a little longer and keep all that blood up north until they're alone at the very least.
Every move she makes is precise, well calculated and experienced. This definitely isn't her first seduction, but it's not Jeff's either (even if he may still be trying to gather his senses on this one). The brush of that hip is a beautiful temptation and as she backs away with the drinks, he follows without question, gaze locked on the well placed glasses at her chest. Alcohol and tits are two of his very favourite things. He leans past her to call down the elevator with a thump of his fist, and the second those doors are open he's guiding them both in, hands gripping at her ass as he leans down towards the glasses as if going to drink one.]
Every move she makes is precise, well calculated and experienced. This definitely isn't her first seduction, but it's not Jeff's either (even if he may still be trying to gather his senses on this one). The brush of that hip is a beautiful temptation and as she backs away with the drinks, he follows without question, gaze locked on the well placed glasses at her chest. Alcohol and tits are two of his very favourite things. He leans past her to call down the elevator with a thump of his fist, and the second those doors are open he's guiding them both in, hands gripping at her ass as he leans down towards the glasses as if going to drink one.]
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[ No, it's far from Lucifer's first seduction, and this is easy for her; she knows the hearts of men, their minds, their desires. With Jeff, it's simple, like holding a juicy steak up for a dog. He's practically salivating, which makes this easy.
Lucifer takes another step back, then lets Jeff take over, at least to the point of steering them in. He may as well enjoy it--it won't last for long.
When he dips his head toward the glasses, though, she tips away from him, bending in the center of her back so that the glasses move out of reach. ]
Ah-ah! Ladies first.
[ She lifts the glass up to her lips, and drains the fluffy glass, her sharp eyes fixed on him over the top of the glass. She drains it down to the cherry, then lifts the other glass and empties that one too, leaving just the two fruits, the angel's nipples, in the empty glasses.
Now, offering the glasses to him, she's coy again, eyelashes fluttering. ] You can have my cherries.
Lucifer takes another step back, then lets Jeff take over, at least to the point of steering them in. He may as well enjoy it--it won't last for long.
When he dips his head toward the glasses, though, she tips away from him, bending in the center of her back so that the glasses move out of reach. ]
Ah-ah! Ladies first.
[ She lifts the glass up to her lips, and drains the fluffy glass, her sharp eyes fixed on him over the top of the glass. She drains it down to the cherry, then lifts the other glass and empties that one too, leaving just the two fruits, the angel's nipples, in the empty glasses.
Now, offering the glasses to him, she's coy again, eyelashes fluttering. ] You can have my cherries.
[As she leans away, he's tempted to follow because screw chivalry when forward women and alcohol are involve. Those cocktails are a little too on the sweet side for him, and it's one of the saving graces that has him withdrawing, watching her knock back the mix of cream and liqueur and then another, leaving nothing but the cherries. Cheeky little bitch, he briefly thinks, but settles on the conclusion that he likes that a hell of a lot.
He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]
He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]
[ Temptation was so easy once you knew how, and Lucifer had played this game a thousand times before, in one way or another. Cherries were nothing to the real thing, but the comparison, was a plethora of unspoken and sensual insinuation. She laughs, tipping her head back to expose her throat, and stepping back so that her back hits the wall.
One hand quickly hunts for the buttons, counting them out with her fingertips in order to hit the correct one, then both wrap around Jeff's back, knotting in his hair, gripping tight as she responds to the tug against her hips with a rolling thrust, hunting out a response from his erection. ]
Never seen it, [ She purred. ] But just between you and me, you're in the running for sexiest man of the year. [ She tipped her face downwards, toward his. ] You do want to win, don't you? Because I'd score you extra if you do a little more with your hands...
[ She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, and made a point of grinding a little more openly against him. ]
One hand quickly hunts for the buttons, counting them out with her fingertips in order to hit the correct one, then both wrap around Jeff's back, knotting in his hair, gripping tight as she responds to the tug against her hips with a rolling thrust, hunting out a response from his erection. ]
Never seen it, [ She purred. ] But just between you and me, you're in the running for sexiest man of the year. [ She tipped her face downwards, toward his. ] You do want to win, don't you? Because I'd score you extra if you do a little more with your hands...
[ She raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, and made a point of grinding a little more openly against him. ]
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Yeah? [Now she's got his interest, more so than she had by presenting herself so readily. Talking about him, especially when it comes to winning something, has him more and more eager by the second.] You on the panel? [That's how she can score him points, right? Oh God, tell him he's pretty.
But he does as he's told, humming out a soft groan as she grinds against him and his slim cut suit pants that are starting to feel far too tight. A hand slides down the curve of her buttock to the underneath of her thigh, aiding in it's curl around his hip and giving his fingers the perfect opportunity to softly creep against her inner thigh. He does his best to resist the urge of rutting right there on the spot, instead keeping his mind occupied elsewhere, his other hand seeking a loose grip in her hair as he moves to catch her lips with his, open mouthed and not in the slightest bit coy or polite. They're already beyond the point of cute first kisses and light pecks on the cheek, this is an all out tongue offensive.
Okay, so maybe doing it in the elevator wouldn't be such a bad idea. People would be nice enough to just not interrupt them, right?]
But he does as he's told, humming out a soft groan as she grinds against him and his slim cut suit pants that are starting to feel far too tight. A hand slides down the curve of her buttock to the underneath of her thigh, aiding in it's curl around his hip and giving his fingers the perfect opportunity to softly creep against her inner thigh. He does his best to resist the urge of rutting right there on the spot, instead keeping his mind occupied elsewhere, his other hand seeking a loose grip in her hair as he moves to catch her lips with his, open mouthed and not in the slightest bit coy or polite. They're already beyond the point of cute first kisses and light pecks on the cheek, this is an all out tongue offensive.
Okay, so maybe doing it in the elevator wouldn't be such a bad idea. People would be nice enough to just not interrupt them, right?]
Oh honey, [ A huff of breath, exhaled against his throat, and Lucifer let her nails scratch against his scalp. ] I may as well be the panel.
[ Of course, though blackmail was one of her impulses in this matter, it was still only one of them. Sex was good, and this body was more responsive than it looked, a warm heat and hunger building in her belly. It was impossible to grind down against the wandering hand to encourage him, but Lucifer made do by engaging in the kiss.
It was what it was. Not a gentle exploration - they were miles past that - but an engagement that promised so much more. Lucifer parted her lips, lashing back against Jeff's tongue, but there was no intent to overpower him. Let him think he's in control, then turn this around on him, show him what a real woman could do.
Oh yes. A real woman. The elevator went "ding", and this real woman dropped her hand to his chest and gave him a deliberate shover, perhaps propelled by a little more power than a woman should have. Though...that would probably just turn Jeff on more. ]
Too slow, [ She teased. ] --And to think, you could have been fingering me from the third floor. [ Lucifer pulled a keycard out from inside her bra, and gave it a little wave to catch his eye, before throwing it over. ] Third door on the left.
[ Of course, though blackmail was one of her impulses in this matter, it was still only one of them. Sex was good, and this body was more responsive than it looked, a warm heat and hunger building in her belly. It was impossible to grind down against the wandering hand to encourage him, but Lucifer made do by engaging in the kiss.
It was what it was. Not a gentle exploration - they were miles past that - but an engagement that promised so much more. Lucifer parted her lips, lashing back against Jeff's tongue, but there was no intent to overpower him. Let him think he's in control, then turn this around on him, show him what a real woman could do.
Oh yes. A real woman. The elevator went "ding", and this real woman dropped her hand to his chest and gave him a deliberate shover, perhaps propelled by a little more power than a woman should have. Though...that would probably just turn Jeff on more. ]
Too slow, [ She teased. ] --And to think, you could have been fingering me from the third floor. [ Lucifer pulled a keycard out from inside her bra, and gave it a little wave to catch his eye, before throwing it over. ] Third door on the left.
[That shove does turn him on, she's right about that, and even though it sends him stumbling back a few more steps than it really should, he'll put that down to him being off guard rather than any ridiculous strength on her behalf. She wouldn't be that strong unless she were an imPort, and he'd already come to assume that definitely wasn't the case.
Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]
Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]
[ Lucifer isn't sure she likes being dragged around, but since they're only going three doors along, she allows it. These are business suites. They're big, comfortable, kept clean, and well - she borrowed the key card from a drunk man who was just settling down for drinks at the bar. She doesn't really care, either, if they get dropped in on. Embarrassment is for humans--it's their punishment, after all, for accepting her wisdom.
Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.
Lucifer steps forward as the door opens, taking one step back to show him the room. One step, then she's shoving him back against the wall beside the door, pressing in to crush their lips together again. Now it's her turn, leg pressing between his to part them, hands coming up to get a grip on the tongue of his tie; an anchoring, unyielding grip.
But it's the grind--the grind of her hip against his stirring erection. That's what's meant to get him going. That and the bite to Jeff's bottom lip as she pulls away again. ]
I think you could win easily. Mmm. Who's sexier than you? Look at you.
[Barely inside and he's already against a wall, reaching out to try and push the door closed as Angel descends on him. He pushes into the kiss without argument, tongue pressing forward for the advantage almost immediately like he was the one the initiate the whole thing, always trying to aim for that small level of control. Harder to take control when there's a knee parting your legs and a firm grip on your tie, but he'll take what he can get.
It ends almost as quickly as it started back up, growling a light approval at the teeth on his lip, all rounded off with a throaty moan catching in his throat as she shifts against him far too perfectly. At this rate he'll be left feeling like a high school kid, solid as a rock before his pants even come off, but hey, this isn't his first rodeo.]
Nn, yeah, and you haven't even seen it all yet. [An invitation, as if she needed one, rolling his shoulders to shrug his jacket off them although unwilling to remove his hands from around her waist (which is apparently where they settled when shoved against a wall).] God, I wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard right now.
It ends almost as quickly as it started back up, growling a light approval at the teeth on his lip, all rounded off with a throaty moan catching in his throat as she shifts against him far too perfectly. At this rate he'll be left feeling like a high school kid, solid as a rock before his pants even come off, but hey, this isn't his first rodeo.]
Nn, yeah, and you haven't even seen it all yet. [An invitation, as if she needed one, rolling his shoulders to shrug his jacket off them although unwilling to remove his hands from around her waist (which is apparently where they settled when shoved against a wall).] God, I wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard right now.
[ While the kiss lasted, Lucifer let it be a battle, a lashing of her tongue against his, a battle for dominance that she didn't surrender to. ]
Oh, I bet you would. That's just the kind of man you are. An alpha male, all muscle and testosterone.
[ She rolled the tie around her fist, gripping tight, and then as she rolled her shoulders back, Lucifer tugged him after her, squaring her feet to put some force behind it. She pulled on the tie like it was a leash, for a leash it was. ]
I'm sure you have no idea how to give all that up, even for a beautiful woman. To surrender, absolutely...
[ She left him standing in the middle of the room, pulling clear with a sharp jerk away, and her hand raising up in a flat 'stop' gesture. ]
Stay. Good boy.
[ But to rock her condescending tone, Lucifer reached down to take hold of the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head. The underwear she wore, as scarlet as the dress, was designed to accentuate her assets. Suspenders and sheer stockings made her legs seem to go on forever. It was all designed to hold him in thrall while she took advantage. The dress pooled at her feet. ]
Leave your tie on. Everything else can go.
Oh, I bet you would. That's just the kind of man you are. An alpha male, all muscle and testosterone.
[ She rolled the tie around her fist, gripping tight, and then as she rolled her shoulders back, Lucifer tugged him after her, squaring her feet to put some force behind it. She pulled on the tie like it was a leash, for a leash it was. ]
I'm sure you have no idea how to give all that up, even for a beautiful woman. To surrender, absolutely...
[ She left him standing in the middle of the room, pulling clear with a sharp jerk away, and her hand raising up in a flat 'stop' gesture. ]
Stay. Good boy.
[ But to rock her condescending tone, Lucifer reached down to take hold of the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head. The underwear she wore, as scarlet as the dress, was designed to accentuate her assets. Suspenders and sheer stockings made her legs seem to go on forever. It was all designed to hold him in thrall while she took advantage. The dress pooled at her feet. ]
Leave your tie on. Everything else can go.
Oh, you have no ide-- hnggk. [It's not the easiest thing to sound seductive or sexy when being almost garrotted by your own tie, and it's surprise that has him trailing after her without question. His half removed jacket falls to the floor as he's tugged along and as much as he'd love to go back and pick up that ridiculously expensive item of clothing, he's a little busy with being led to do any kind of half-folds or hanging up. The moment he's given the chance, he straightens, working a finger into the knot to loosen it back up while trying to maintain some level of dignity.
The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?
The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?
Only the tie, [ She confirmed, with a sharp tilt of her chin as Jeff jerked forward, giving her head a half shake. ] If you want to touch any of this, you're going to have to learn to be more obedient.
[ As if to reenforce her point, Lucifer placed her hand against the center of her breastbone, just under the front clasp of her bra. For a moment, it seemed like she might undo it, but instead her fingers slid down, traced the curve of her ribcage, and then descended down to the swell of her belly. Her fingers curled, just the tip of one dipping underneath the waistband of her underwear. The lace hid just enough. ]
I know it's hard. [ She paused on the word to give it suitable gravitas, and licked her lips. ] But it's absolutely worth it, don't you think? Just giving in...
I'm guessing you've never actually been a submissive. Let me teach you, Mr. Winger. You won't regret it.
[ As if to reenforce her point, Lucifer placed her hand against the center of her breastbone, just under the front clasp of her bra. For a moment, it seemed like she might undo it, but instead her fingers slid down, traced the curve of her ribcage, and then descended down to the swell of her belly. Her fingers curled, just the tip of one dipping underneath the waistband of her underwear. The lace hid just enough. ]
I know it's hard. [ She paused on the word to give it suitable gravitas, and licked her lips. ] But it's absolutely worth it, don't you think? Just giving in...
I'm guessing you've never actually been a submissive. Let me teach you, Mr. Winger. You won't regret it.
[It's so, so hard, or it's definitely going that way if Jeff doesn't sort out this whole getting out of his pants thing soon. She's too distracting though, that trailing hand, finger curling beneath her underwear, the tongue against her lips. He licks his lips too, eyes focused solidly on her lace underwear as she talks. Something about submitting.]
I don't think there's much left you can teach me, but you could try. [Making it obvious from the start that he knows what he's doing in bed, suggesting that he's amazing at it with that sort of experience.
He kicks his shoes off with ease, one then the other, stepping out of them and forward as his hands work on his belt, button and then zip, opening them all but keeping his pants on for the moment. He's halfway there, shirt open, pants open, shoes off, but then he's moving to close the gap, reaching out a hand to hook his fingers into her waistband with the intent of encouraging her closer.]
You sure you just want me rolling over like a good boy? Because I'm way better when I'm bad.
[Catching his bottom lip between his teeth because lip bites are the way to any woman's heart.]
I don't think there's much left you can teach me, but you could try. [Making it obvious from the start that he knows what he's doing in bed, suggesting that he's amazing at it with that sort of experience.
He kicks his shoes off with ease, one then the other, stepping out of them and forward as his hands work on his belt, button and then zip, opening them all but keeping his pants on for the moment. He's halfway there, shirt open, pants open, shoes off, but then he's moving to close the gap, reaching out a hand to hook his fingers into her waistband with the intent of encouraging her closer.]
You sure you just want me rolling over like a good boy? Because I'm way better when I'm bad.
[Catching his bottom lip between his teeth because lip bites are the way to any woman's heart.]
[ Sometimes all it took to convince the other person that you were rocking between the sheets was to be absolutely confident in the fact that you were, and Jeff was no newcomer to the genre. He was confident enough to close the distance that she had put between them, and hook a hand in her underwear, which was all kinds of cocky all on its own.
She slid easily into his arms, let him touch, let him get a feel - perhaps down the back of her thighs, the silk and lace, the silver buckles, but her eyes hung low, lashes shrouding her gaze, so that nothing was given away. ]
Bad boys get punished, Mr. Winger.
[ She said it so promisingly, and then, taking hold of one of those eager paws, she twisted it around behind his back, sidestepping past his hip as she did, and thrusting him - hopefully his lack of balance would mask the fact that Lucifer was cheating a little with his strength - face first down toward the edge of the bed.
Now it was Lucifer's turn to touch inappropriately - or perhaps appropriately, given the situation. She crushed her pelvis against his ass, grinding down, while her hands wandered down his back, all the way to his ass, which she squeezed firmly. ]
Maybe you're just begging for a spanking, but I've never really found that's punishment enough for bad behavior. I guess if you're really bad-- [ She snapped her hips forward, jerking Jeff forward underneath her. ] --I could always pound you, rather than the other way around. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stay on my good side, honey.
She slid easily into his arms, let him touch, let him get a feel - perhaps down the back of her thighs, the silk and lace, the silver buckles, but her eyes hung low, lashes shrouding her gaze, so that nothing was given away. ]
Bad boys get punished, Mr. Winger.
[ She said it so promisingly, and then, taking hold of one of those eager paws, she twisted it around behind his back, sidestepping past his hip as she did, and thrusting him - hopefully his lack of balance would mask the fact that Lucifer was cheating a little with his strength - face first down toward the edge of the bed.
Now it was Lucifer's turn to touch inappropriately - or perhaps appropriately, given the situation. She crushed her pelvis against his ass, grinding down, while her hands wandered down his back, all the way to his ass, which she squeezed firmly. ]
Maybe you're just begging for a spanking, but I've never really found that's punishment enough for bad behavior. I guess if you're really bad-- [ She snapped her hips forward, jerking Jeff forward underneath her. ] --I could always pound you, rather than the other way around. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stay on my good side, honey.
[He does get a feel, as much as time will allow, palms and fingers exploring the curves of her hips, the lace of her underwear, the smooth skin of her buttocks, the sheen of silk at her thighs, intent to give a suspender a cheeky flick and yet not even getting close to succeeding.
She's got his arm before he can do anything else, his mind barely able to process what the hell is going on before he finds himself face down in the sheets, a muffled noise of surprise at the soft impact, soon trailing off into a purr as her hands wander and her hips grind. Winger couldn't have countered that move even if he'd tried, she was fast and nimble and surprisingly strong, and he's slow and bulky and entirely untrained, but he's fine with that. Fine with being thrown on the bed, even if it does have her thrusting against him.]
Ho-ly crap. [Still muffled until he finally turns his head to the side, cheek pressed into the bed as he tries to see her from the corner of his eye.] That was awesome. A-grade ass kicking. If that's what I get for being bad, I'm not sure I'd survive the rewards for good.
[Shifting just slightly underneath her, taking the weight away from his twisted arm as much as possible to avoid too much discomfort. He can deal with the grinding and hip jerking, and he can especially deal with the hands on his ass. He can, after all, appreciate any woman capable of kicking ass.]
She's got his arm before he can do anything else, his mind barely able to process what the hell is going on before he finds himself face down in the sheets, a muffled noise of surprise at the soft impact, soon trailing off into a purr as her hands wander and her hips grind. Winger couldn't have countered that move even if he'd tried, she was fast and nimble and surprisingly strong, and he's slow and bulky and entirely untrained, but he's fine with that. Fine with being thrown on the bed, even if it does have her thrusting against him.]
Ho-ly crap. [Still muffled until he finally turns his head to the side, cheek pressed into the bed as he tries to see her from the corner of his eye.] That was awesome. A-grade ass kicking. If that's what I get for being bad, I'm not sure I'd survive the rewards for good.
[Shifting just slightly underneath her, taking the weight away from his twisted arm as much as possible to avoid too much discomfort. He can deal with the grinding and hip jerking, and he can especially deal with the hands on his ass. He can, after all, appreciate any woman capable of kicking ass.]
[ Lucifer smiled handsomely at the compliment, tilting her face over to one side so that she could actually let Jeff see it. ]
The rewards for being good would blow your pretty little mind.
[ She released her hold on his arm, but only so that she could reach for the collar of his shirt and pull the whole kit and caboodle off him. The shirt was tossed aside as carelessly as the jacket, and then she was free to bend in close, pressing her pert mouth against the frame of his ribs, just above the height of his elbow--a ticklish spot.
Her hands wandered still, catching her hands in the waistband of his suit pants to push them down to his knees. The underwear was still in place, of course, but she still ground steadily against him, rhythmic and low. ]
Okay. Now hold still. [ Another order, to see how he obeyed, crouching down behind him and catching the bottom of the underpants legs. Down they went, slowly, and her lips followed, first against the curve of his ass, then down the back of his right leg, slowly. ]
The rewards for being good would blow your pretty little mind.
[ She released her hold on his arm, but only so that she could reach for the collar of his shirt and pull the whole kit and caboodle off him. The shirt was tossed aside as carelessly as the jacket, and then she was free to bend in close, pressing her pert mouth against the frame of his ribs, just above the height of his elbow--a ticklish spot.
Her hands wandered still, catching her hands in the waistband of his suit pants to push them down to his knees. The underwear was still in place, of course, but she still ground steadily against him, rhythmic and low. ]
Okay. Now hold still. [ Another order, to see how he obeyed, crouching down behind him and catching the bottom of the underpants legs. Down they went, slowly, and her lips followed, first against the curve of his ass, then down the back of his right leg, slowly. ]
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