[ though she's not necessarily waiting around for him to show up, not wanting to see this as anything needy, even if part of it is from a desire to have enough of a distraction in this shitty place. she may hate the idea of needing to fulfill a quota, but at least she can embrace getting to do it with who she wants, when she wants, instead of relying on the typical forced scenarios.
when she opens the door, she smirks in seeing the bottle in his hand, taking it with an impressed hum. ]
Bonus points for the alcohol. [ letting him in, she shuts the door behind him. if this is a date, she's definitely not dressed for it herself, barefoot in shorts and a tank top, like she'd prioritized comfort over dolling up, green hair loose waves on her shoulders. ] Not that you needed to work for it. Think you're already gonna get some tonight.
( jokes on you, Lorna, Daniel does not expect much from a date and would totally be fine with shorts and a tank top. it's fine, though, he knows this isn't a date. it's a hook-up, no strings and no expectations, a notch in their bedposts and a mark for their quota. that should make the concept easier for him, in theory, as Daniel is more experienced with casual sex than he is with dating. he's had a few affairs but he hasn't dated since Charity, as if that made the sleeping around better. it just turns out it's still a little weird, because everything here is a little different from how it'd be anywhere else.
and without fail, if Daniel feels uncomfortable or unsure, he'll try to throw money at the problem. money, in this instance, is red wine. Lorna isn't the problem, though, their circumstances are. she's hot and funny and not afraid to dress him down, Daniel would happily show up to get her hands under his shirt in more ideal circumstances.
these aren't those, but, Lorna isn't wrong that picking his poison is better than choking on it unexpectedly. )
I'm trying to get in your good graces, so you'll still be into it after I rehome the goat. ( he steps closer, elbowing off the jacket he only put on to take off as soon as he got here, which does in fact bring him a little closer. he didn't dress up for this, either, which means the dress shirt he's been wearing all day is down a few buttons already and the tie he definitely had at some point is entirely absent. easy access, is his thinking. why do the buttons back up again when he just wants her to take the entire shirt off? ) Is it working?
[ considering the baby she has at home and the complicated situation she has with marcos (the latter of which is still an ongoing problem considering his actual presence here in the city), lorna's trying to keep things as casual and at ease as she possibly can. because right now, she can't exactly afford getting into something complicated and confusing with anyone else, not when this city is proving to be as stressful as it's been.
part of it's quota fulfillment, sure, but there's definitely her own selfish need for distraction in it, to occupy her mind just for a night with a different face, a different set of hands, a different mind, something to supply a new kind of rush while she's inevitably fighting off the rest of her relentless problems.
she chuckles at his continued goat commentary, setting the bottle of wine down on the nearest table before she steps her way back to him, feet moving slowly along the carpet until she's standing in front of him, peering down at the slightly open parting of his dress shirt. ] It's a start. [ her fingers rise up to find the rest of those buttons, plucking them loose to further open up his shirt, slow and patient, her eyes peering up at him while she does. ] Depends how good your fondling techniques are.
( no complications, no confusion. he can do that. Daniel can relate to wanting something easy, something that feels good, something that fills in the gaps and distracts from the pile of thoughts you're trying to avoid. that's what he's looking for, if he can manage the same for her, he'll certainly try. just a good time and a few orgasms, and then he and all his goat jokes will go back to where they came from. until she wants to do this again sometime. he can already predict that he'd be willing if she is.
his dark head tilts to watch the slow pluck of her fingers, a dim quirk of a smirk on his face. Daniel has two modes, slow and taunting, and skirting sexual chemistry to the point it's about to explode and then it's a let's fuck, and now, and hard, maybe bruises involved, against whatever surface is handy. he's more primed for the first than the second right about now, and maybe Lorna is too, intentional grazes of her fingertips as she works his shirt a little more open. )
I've never had complaints. ( he reaches for her too, hands a wide spread on her hips as he angles their bodies together. much better. from there a spare hand toys with the hem of her tank top. ) But I don't expect you to take my word for it, I'm happy to provide a work sample. ( the question is whether he'll get to take the top off first, or if he's going to have to work with the unwelcome fabric running defense. )
[ she goes slowly like it still gives a chance to reconsider it, but there's nothing in her eyes, in meeting subtle gazes, that suggest she's having second thoughts. if anything, it makes her only more certain about what she's looking for here, and though she'd be more primed for something quick and dirty, to just shut away the vocal exchanges and get his pants down now for an eager fast fuck, she kind of likes the talk.
when she reaches to the bottom of his shirt, both sides now freely open, she reels herself in closer by the encouragement of his hands at her hips, at the tease of his brushing fingers. she slides her own hands beneath the parted fabric, sloping her palms against his skin.
for as much as she jokes about fondling, she does offer a slow caress over his chest, peering up at him with a grin as she leans in close to his lips without touching. ] Then show me what you've got and I'll start adding points.
( yeah, he's a talker. there has never been a silence Daniel can't interject dumb bullshit into. usually it means nothing at all, often leveraged for a laugh, and sex is not an exception. the best way to get him to stop talking is to make sure his mouth is busy doing something else, and Lorna hasn't kissed him yet so she's just stuck with the lazy drawl of his voice for the time being.
situational awareness is everything. Daniel actually really enjoys clothed sex, the urgency of it. it pairs great with something public, the chance prying eyes might happen upon them at an inopportune moment. they're not anywhere public, though, and there's no need to feel her up through fabric when he could just take the damn thing off. which isn't to say he gets immediately to stripping her, it just means he doesn't bother trying to sneak under fabric when his hands shift up from her hips to tuck under her shirt. the cotton curling up around his wrists and doing very little to stop greedy hands from tracing up her side and around her front.
her tank top didn't allow for a lot of mystery and Daniel has seen picture evidence she's got great tits, but feeling them is definitely different. did she even bother with a bra under that thin to the point of impractical tank? hopefully not, because then there'll still be some fabric between her and the wide breadth of his palms. with her shirt half in the way still, he can't see them particularly well, but she still feels good. daniel palms both breasts and squeezes them together and independently in his hands. very nice, though it'd be nicer without the shirt.
so almost as soon as he starts, he lets her go to pull her shirt entirely off, and thankfully the fabric is forgiving so it isn't that hard. he abandons it on the floor and Lorna won't have long to complain, as his hands are back immediately after the fabric hits the floor. his stubble scrapes against her jaw, as he definitely is tilting his attention downwards to admire how she looks in his hands, so sue him. ) How many points do I need before I can use my mouth? ( because fondling is fun but sucking is better. both at once would be living the dream. )
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[ though she's not necessarily waiting around for him to show up, not wanting to see this as anything needy, even if part of it is from a desire to have enough of a distraction in this shitty place. she may hate the idea of needing to fulfill a quota, but at least she can embrace getting to do it with who she wants, when she wants, instead of relying on the typical forced scenarios.
when she opens the door, she smirks in seeing the bottle in his hand, taking it with an impressed hum. ]
Bonus points for the alcohol. [ letting him in, she shuts the door behind him. if this is a date, she's definitely not dressed for it herself, barefoot in shorts and a tank top, like she'd prioritized comfort over dolling up, green hair loose waves on her shoulders. ] Not that you needed to work for it. Think you're already gonna get some tonight.
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and without fail, if Daniel feels uncomfortable or unsure, he'll try to throw money at the problem. money, in this instance, is red wine. Lorna isn't the problem, though, their circumstances are. she's hot and funny and not afraid to dress him down, Daniel would happily show up to get her hands under his shirt in more ideal circumstances.
these aren't those, but, Lorna isn't wrong that picking his poison is better than choking on it unexpectedly. )
I'm trying to get in your good graces, so you'll still be into it after I rehome the goat. ( he steps closer, elbowing off the jacket he only put on to take off as soon as he got here, which does in fact bring him a little closer. he didn't dress up for this, either, which means the dress shirt he's been wearing all day is down a few buttons already and the tie he definitely had at some point is entirely absent. easy access, is his thinking. why do the buttons back up again when he just wants her to take the entire shirt off? ) Is it working?
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part of it's quota fulfillment, sure, but there's definitely her own selfish need for distraction in it, to occupy her mind just for a night with a different face, a different set of hands, a different mind, something to supply a new kind of rush while she's inevitably fighting off the rest of her relentless problems.
she chuckles at his continued goat commentary, setting the bottle of wine down on the nearest table before she steps her way back to him, feet moving slowly along the carpet until she's standing in front of him, peering down at the slightly open parting of his dress shirt. ] It's a start. [ her fingers rise up to find the rest of those buttons, plucking them loose to further open up his shirt, slow and patient, her eyes peering up at him while she does. ] Depends how good your fondling techniques are.
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his dark head tilts to watch the slow pluck of her fingers, a dim quirk of a smirk on his face. Daniel has two modes, slow and taunting, and skirting sexual chemistry to the point it's about to explode and then it's a let's fuck, and now, and hard, maybe bruises involved, against whatever surface is handy. he's more primed for the first than the second right about now, and maybe Lorna is too, intentional grazes of her fingertips as she works his shirt a little more open. )
I've never had complaints. ( he reaches for her too, hands a wide spread on her hips as he angles their bodies together. much better. from there a spare hand toys with the hem of her tank top. ) But I don't expect you to take my word for it, I'm happy to provide a work sample. ( the question is whether he'll get to take the top off first, or if he's going to have to work with the unwelcome fabric running defense. )
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when she reaches to the bottom of his shirt, both sides now freely open, she reels herself in closer by the encouragement of his hands at her hips, at the tease of his brushing fingers. she slides her own hands beneath the parted fabric, sloping her palms against his skin.
for as much as she jokes about fondling, she does offer a slow caress over his chest, peering up at him with a grin as she leans in close to his lips without touching. ] Then show me what you've got and I'll start adding points.
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situational awareness is everything. Daniel actually really enjoys clothed sex, the urgency of it. it pairs great with something public, the chance prying eyes might happen upon them at an inopportune moment. they're not anywhere public, though, and there's no need to feel her up through fabric when he could just take the damn thing off. which isn't to say he gets immediately to stripping her, it just means he doesn't bother trying to sneak under fabric when his hands shift up from her hips to tuck under her shirt. the cotton curling up around his wrists and doing very little to stop greedy hands from tracing up her side and around her front.
her tank top didn't allow for a lot of mystery and Daniel has seen picture evidence she's got great tits, but feeling them is definitely different. did she even bother with a bra under that thin to the point of impractical tank? hopefully not, because then there'll still be some fabric between her and the wide breadth of his palms. with her shirt half in the way still, he can't see them particularly well, but she still feels good. daniel palms both breasts and squeezes them together and independently in his hands. very nice, though it'd be nicer without the shirt.
so almost as soon as he starts, he lets her go to pull her shirt entirely off, and thankfully the fabric is forgiving so it isn't that hard. he abandons it on the floor and Lorna won't have long to complain, as his hands are back immediately after the fabric hits the floor. his stubble scrapes against her jaw, as he definitely is tilting his attention downwards to admire how she looks in his hands, so sue him. ) How many points do I need before I can use my mouth? ( because fondling is fun but sucking is better. both at once would be living the dream. )