Rosie: Once she made it past security at the front entry way, Rosie slipped her ID back in her purse and looked around. Even though it was early, the place was already filling out with it's usual crowd. Heading for the bar in an extremely thin silk black singlet and skinny jeans, she leaned over it trying to spot Tony.
Tony: Tony was too distracted waiting for Rosie to arrive to actually get any work done. He was sat in the back room, watching the monitors for her arrival. A smile plastered on his face when he noticed her, he stayed seated and watched her make her way to the bar. As she began looking around, he finally headed on out to greet the Scot. Making his way up to stand just behind her, he leaned in to speak loudly to her over the music. "Fancy seeing you here."
Rosie: As she heard his voice she pulled back and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk, knowing he must have been watching out for her. 'Yes, fancy that.' Turning a little more, she smiled, nodding her head back towards the bar staff behind her now. 'Can you use some of that terribly scary gaze to get me a neat whisky?'
Tony: Tony let his gaze run down over her attire when she turned to look to the bar. He glanced towards one of the bar staff and held up his hand with two fingers t indicate they wanted drinks. "How long have you been back?"
Rosie: 'Almost a week. I flew in late Sunday night and pretty much passed out.' Looking over his face slowly and unashamedly, she let her gaze travel a little before lifting up to his gaze again. 'I didn't know you wanted a call.'
Tony: "A week and you didn't even call," he shook his head and smiled. "Course I wanted a call. You gone off me, Nips?" he asked with a grin.
Rosie: 'I was gone a month and I did not receive one message from you, you can hardly be surprised.' Thanking the bartender for her drink, she picked it up and touched it to his in a salute. 'To reunions.' Taking a sip, she glanced around at the crowd. 'Do you hang out here all night or do you have a secret bat cave somewhere?'
Tony: "Exactly. Gone." He grabbed his glass before drinking most of it in one go. "A bat cave? I know I've got a gruff voice but I'm not Batman. There's the back room, but that's it."
Rosie: 'International texting is a real thing these days, space odyssey, I know.' Laughing, she patted his arm. 'Alright then, Bane, show me the back room. I want VIP access.'
Tony: "I'm not going to international text you. That'll put me out of business with the amount you want me talking," he grinned. Grabbing his glass, he rolled his eyes, free hand taking hers and tugging her through the crowd and into the back office.
Rosie: Laughing, she let him take her hand easily enough and followed him through the crowd, her eyes curiously on the back of his head. Where the hell had this smiling bastard come from? As he opened the back office space she looked around before spotting the camera screens, grinning and leaning over to look into them closely. 'You are a perv, aren't you?'
Tony: Tony closed the door behind them, the sound of the music almost completely dying away, with just the thud of the bass still being audible. He looked to the screens and made his way over to her. "No. It's for security. Fighting. Drugs. Knowing when sexy Scots arrive."
Rosie: 'Well that can't happen very often.' Chuckling, she looked over the screens watching the people on them before putting her bag down and slipping up to sit on the desk, looking him over with a thoughtful eye before taking a sip of her whisky. 'You know when a deer scents a hunter on the wind, it becomes completely still, as does the hunter. For a brief moment, there's quiet. I feel like I can smell you on the wind, Anthony.'
Tony: "You'd be surprised," he said, watching the screens, placing his glass down on the table in front of them. As she spoke, he listened, but didn't look at her until she was finished, and he understood her meaning. Turning his head, he tilted it to the side. "You think I'm hunting you?"
Rosie: 'I don't know, are you?' She gazed at him for a moment, a slow smile creeping up onto her lips. She didn't make a sound, just letting the quiet moment drag out, before she looked away again, taking in the room. She could almost imagine him stalking around in here. 'So tell me, what is the wickedest thing you have done in here?'
Tony: Tony watched her as she began to smile, but didn't himself. He stared at her for a moment before turning to his glass and taking a drink. There was the silence she was talking about. "You want the truth? Or the nicer truth?"
Rosie: 'Amicus Plato, sed magis amica veritas. Plato is dear to me, but dearer still is truth. Verity is my middle name so I will always choose truth.'
Tony: He turned and looked to her. "I put a man in hospital," he told her.
Rosie: Nothing changed in her expression but she obviously stilled further. Meeting his eyes straight on. 'Why?'
Tony: "He put something in a young girl's drink," he told her.
Rosie: 'Then he deserved it.' She breathed in, looking away and fidgeting with her glass a little until the sudden wave of fear subsided. Memories of her abduction always came back with talk of violence. 'Does that happen often here?'
Tony: Tony looked away from her. There was a violent side to him, and he wouldn't deny that he enjoyed beating up the guy, but he wasn't sure he wanted Rosie to know that. "Not if I can help it," he shook his head. "That's why I've got the screens."
Rosie: Glancing from the screens to his face and then back down again, she watched the people out on the dance floor mingling and talking, a couple making out to onside and terrible dancers in the middle. The quiet of the room made her look up again, her voice a little quieter. 'Do you not... feel lonely in here?'
Tony: The silence, save for the thumping bass, was deafening. He could tell there was a slight mood change. "Lonely? I..." He hadn't really thought about it. He didn't spend all his time in here - sometimes he was behind the bar - but thinking about it, he probably was. "I guess."
Rosie: Rosie didn't say anything, just reached out and found his hand with her own and curled her fingers in, taking a sip of her whisky as she did so before pulling him over so he sat in the chair and she shifted to sit on his lap, looking at the screens. 'So tell me, Anthony, who is a bad man down there? See anyone we know?'
Tony: Tony couldn't help his surprise when he felt Rosie's fingers in his hand. He let her pull him down and sit him in his chair, and let her seat herself on his lap. While she looked at the screens, he was busy watching her face. It took him a moment before he realized she'd spoken and turned to the screens. "Uh..." He looked them over quickly. "Those ones." He pointed to a group of young men. "Here every week. They can be rowdy and they've gotten into fights outside after we close before."
Rosie: 'I've always enjoyed the word 'rowdy', it comes originally from a description of a 'disreputable backwoodsman', 18th century American. Plus it's lovely to say, that large 'ow' sound.' She smiled to herself, forgetting most people didn't care for her ramblings but it was a sign of ease that she let it slip out.
Tony: He looked to her again when she spoke. She did love her words, and usually she was able to drag some extra words out of him than any other person. "You say 'ow' differently."
Rosie: 'That's what happens when you're a super sexy Scot.' She looked at him with a grin. 'Do you like it? I can speak Gaelic to you and see if you like my wee woofing sounds better?'
Tony: "What's gay lick?" Tony asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her.
Rosie: Rosie looked at him blankly for a moment before laughing, caught by surprise by his question and his narrowed eyes. 'What do you think it is?'
Tony: Tony was confused by her laughing and furrowed his brows. "I mean... I'd assume it's when gay guys rim each other? But you said speak it so... is it a language?"
Rosie: 'Rim each other? What on earth is rimming?' It was Rosie's turn to look dumbfounded as her attention completely left the monitors for his face with puzzlement on it. 'Gaelic is the celtic language spoken in United Kingdom. There is a few versions of it. I speak Scots Gaelic.'
Tony: "You know it's when you... you tongue the asshole..." he told her, chuckling a little. He was sure she'd have known about it. "So you speak English and Scottish and Scots Gaelic?"
Rosie: 'I don't think anyone has ever done that to me. Surely it's a sensation one would remember. Does it feel good?' There wasn't a trace of anything on her face but curiosity as she asked. 'English, Scots, Scots Gaelic, Latin, Ancient Greek and a fair amount of French. You can see why I like to get you to talk as much as possible...'
Tony: "The people I've done it to haven't complained. You telling me you've never had someone eat your ass, Nips?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. "You like to talk, I get it," he nodded his head, grinning.
Rosie: 'It's not something one comes across with your average sexual partner, Anthony.' Her eyes narrowed playfully before she leaned back a little, her bum seated comfortably over his legs. 'I do like to talk but I believe you were going to talk to me tonight.' nudging his chest lightly with her fingertips, she smiled. 'Why is Gio telling me your mother wants to meet me?'
Tony: "You've been playing with the wrong partners then," he muttered. He shifted a little as she pressed herself against him. "Gio said that?" he asked her. "I mean... she knows you exist and yeah she said she wanted to meet you but I don't know why."
Rosie: 'Does your mother ask to meet all the women you know?'
Tony: "I know a lot of women. You'd be the... third?"
Rosie: 'I see.' Nodding, she got up from his lap, picking up her glass and downing the last of it in one go before looking around, waiting for him to take the conversation where he wanted it.
Tony: He watched her take the last of her drink, before speaking. "I take it you wouldn't want to meet her then?" he asked. "Not that there's any reason you should."
Rosie: 'Oh no, I would be very curious to meet your mother.' Smiling to herself she shrugged, letting her gaze wander slowly back to him as another quiet hunted moment drew out before she spoke. 'I feel as though there is a whole conversation to be had before that happens, no?'
Tony: There was a lot of silence tonight between the two of them. Tony wasn't quite sure if that was a good or bad thing. "A whole conversation? About what?" he smiled a little.
Rosie: Rosie's eyes narrowed a little before she came back over to sit on the desk directly in front of him, her hands on either side of her bracing herself on the desk. 'I want to hear you say it, whatever it is you're not saying.'
Tony: Tony took in a deep breath before leaning forward, running his hands up Rosie's legs lightly. "I'm not saying a lot of things, Nips. I don't say a lot, remember?"
Rosie: With a very slight move, her legs spread a little as he ran his hands up them. Leaning over, bringing herself down close to his face, the smile slipped away. 'Try.'
Tony: Looking up at her, his thumbs brushed down over her thighs. Looking her directly in the eyes, face close enough he could easily kiss her, he whispered. "You know I like you, don't you?"
Rosie: 'No, I didn't know.' A faint crease appeared in her brow as she registered in, but it smoothed away as his thumbs continued. 'Why?'
Tony: "Yeah, well..." he pulled his hands back, setting them on the arms of the chair, one up to cover his mouth slightly as he looked to the side. "I just do."
Rosie: The crease returned as he moved away from her and the spell was broken, and suddenly she realised how heated she felt now that she was stone cold. Straightening up, she nodded. 'Yes, many a love story started with 'I just do.' Confused, she turned to reach for her bag. 'I came here tonight because I thought we could talk about this, I want to talk about this... this feeling... but if you can't talk to me now... well...'
Tony: Tony watched her hand reach for her bag and looked up at her as she implied she was going to leave. He moved his hands to her wrists and softly took hold of them. "You don't get it, do you? This wouldn't be a love story."
Rosie: As he grabbed her wrists, she jumped, eyes widening a little from jolted memory but she didn't pull away. 'What would it be?'
Tony: He searched for the words to describe it. "It'd be self-destructive, Rosie. And it'd hurt both of us. Cause you and me, we're in very different places right now, looking for very different things."
Rosie: Pulling her wrists from his hands, she hugged herself. 'How would you know what I am looking for.'
Tony: Tony peered up at her, letting her wrists go. "Rosie, I'm not looking for the same things I was looking for before. Not even close."
Rosie: 'You haven't even told me what that is..' Frowning, she looked away.
Tony: Tony sighed. "I'm starting to get old, Rosie," he told her. "I'm looking to settle down. Properly. With someone I could marry. Have kids with."
Rosie: 'Well you're wrong, because those are things I want.' She sighed, shaking her head.'but in a way you're right. I don't want someone who wants to settle down, I want someone who wants to settle down with me.'
Rosie: 'But... that's all? There's no room for... anything else..?'
Tony: Tony sat back in the chair, looking away from her. He couldn't look her straight in the eyes right now. "No," he shook his head. "No, I mean yes. I... what I'm saying Rosie is that I want to get married and have kids and settle down. That's the mindset I'm growing into. And it's not just anyone I want to do it with. It'd have to be someone special." He ran his hand up her leg slowly once more.
Rosie: She looked down at his hand climbing up her leg and she shook her head. 'I can't do 'I like you because I just do.'' I want passion and fire, I want something that shifts worlds and changes me.' Reaching down, she touched her fingertips to the back of his hand.
Tony: Tony kept his eyes on his hand, watching her small fingers tun over the back of it. He said nothing in reply to her, keeping silent for a moment. He wasn't sure what to say. "I... I'm not saying that there isn't passion there, Rosie. But I don't question things like that. It doesn't matter to me why I like you. All that matters is that I do, and how that makes me feel in here," he said, taking hold of her hand and bringing it to his chest.
Rosie: She looked from her hand, held in his against his chest, pulling it away slowly. 'It matters to me, Tony.'
Tony: Once again, as she pulled her hand away, there was no resistance from the man. Instead, he pushed his chair back and stood up. "Why? Why does it matter why I feel this way?" he asked, standing with his front against the desk, looking down at her.
Rosie: 'you are not telling me, you are not showing me, you are just stating it. Where is the feeling in that? It matters because words are my life...' She looked up at him, not afraid. 'If you can't tell me, show me.'
Tony: Tony listened to her. Words definitely were her thing - but as much as she might have him speaking more than anyone else, words weren't his. He took a breath, before turning away from her and heading for the door of the office. He stood in front of it for a moment before reaching for the snib. His fingers held it for a moment before he turned back to her. "Get your things. Come with me."
Rosie: She didn't question him again, reaching for her bag and following him to the door, confused and curios.
Tony: Again, he took her hand, tugging her through the crowd, but this time to the door that lead out the back of the club. His car was parked in the small staff parking lot. "Get in," he said, climbing into the driver's side.
Rosie: 'Anthony... Where are we going?' She hesitated a minute at the passenger door before climbing in
Tony: When she climbed in, he turned on the engine. "We're going to your place. Can't go to mine - my mother's there - and I don't want to talk with you about this in a place I've done..."
Rosie: She raised her eyebrows a little but didn't say anything, knowing he knew the way she let him drive there as she pulled out her keys. When they arrived, she looked up at the building as she climbed out, looking across at him wondering if he was going to talk. She led the way up, turning the key and let him into her dimly lit apartment that looked more like a medieval chamber with high ceilings rather than a modern apartment.
Tony: It had been a long time since Tony had been in Rosie's apartment. He wondered if it'd still look the same. Probably not. She'd probably have books stacked twice as high now. But the smell would be the same, he was sure. He followed her into her apartment and stood in the hallway. "You got drinks?"
Rosie: 'Whisky, on the mantel.' She led him in, pointing to the sideboard where the Amber liquid and glasses were. Taking her shoes off, she lit a candle by the bed and tossed her bag down on a chair. 'Make it a double for me.'
Tony: Tony headed straight for it, and poured them both large glasses of the drink. He was sure they'd both need it. He handed her his glass before taking a small sip. "Where d'you want to start?"
Rosie: Taking the glass from him, she downed it in one go, closing her eyes tight a moment before she opened and refocused on him, stepping in and putting her lips to his without preamble, the kiss instantly deep and heated. Breathless, she broke it after a few seconds, heart thumping in her ears. 'From the beginning.'
Tony: He watched her drink every drop from her own glass as he put his down on a unit. He was taken by surprise when she leaned up to kiss him, but his left hand went around her, placed to her back and hold her against him. He glanced to her bed and moved, sitting on it, leaning forward as he spoke. "My dad died last year," he said. "And it... it had me thinking. He'd retired a few years ago - passed everything onto my older brother, Frank. I didn't like that. Everything I've done, I've done for the family. And I get that he's older than me, but I... I wanted it. To be able to show him. Then Frankie sent us out here. Pretty sure it was to punish me. Doesn't matter if it was or not, but he did. Then I met you, and we had our romp, and it was fun," he said, smiling as he looked to her. The smile soon faded. "And then he died. Dad, I mean. That was him gone and... I saw my mother. She was so... she was heart broken. And I wondered what that was like - to lose someone you loved that much. And you know what I was like last year. I'd been like that for years. Haven't loved someone since I was a teenager. But I... I wanted it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted someone. And then that grew. I began to want a marriage. A family."
Rosie: Rosie sat beside him and let her gaze gently rest on his face as he finally opened up about this sudden need for change. When he spoke of his father dying, she reached over and slipped her hand into his again.'I'm sorry you lost your father so young. What was he like?'
Tony: When she slipped her hand into his, he gave it a light squeeze. He grabbed his glass and swallowed most of it down when she asked about his dad. "He was... a man. He worked. Had a family. He was strict and he could be ruthless at times. Didn't mind giving us a smack around the head to teach us a lesson. And he was always... he'd always tell Nico he was disappointed in him. And it was something I always understood but I... he never actually said anything good to me. He never said he was proud or anything. And that's all I ever did was try to prove myself to him. To make him proud of me. And now I'll never know if he was."
Rosie: Rosie kept silent at that, not really knowing what it was to not be connected deeply with parents with her own family being so close and loving. 'From your description, Anthony, you seem to have many of the traits he did. Including stoicism. I am sure he was proud of you, even if he couldn't say it.'
Tony: "Yeah, well, I don't want to," he sighed. "If I have kids I wanna... I wanna be able to tell them I love them. That I'm proud of them. Even if it's just making a fucking pasta glitter drawing." He took another drink. "I wanna be better than he was."
Rosie: 'A pasta glitter drawing? What on earth is that?' Rosie's eyebrows rose in curiosity before she shook her head. 'I understand the urge for a family, I do, but don't you feel you're steam rolling ahead into blind need for it, rather than just simply.... asking someone to dinner? A walk in the park?'
Tony: "You know the kids, they get the pasta and put it on the paper and the glitter? Like a... a face." He looked to her and shook his own head. "No. No I'm not saying I wanna get married within the week or have a kid by this time next year. I just want to move on from what I've been like. Be with someone I can marry and have kids with in the future. I don't want to rush it. I want to be sure about who I'm with."
Rosie: Rosie's blank face slowly slipped into a smile as she tried to imagine the grown man before her trying to paint glitter onto a face made from pasta. 'What is this person like? The one you would be sure about?'
Tony: "Well, she's got to be sexy, Scottish, and have some really nice nipples," he said, looking to her and grinning slightly. "But seriously... she's... she should make me want to stay. Not want to leave her even for a minute. Make me forget about any other woman that exists. And... love me."
Rosie: 'It's up to her to make you forget other women?' The smile slipped away as she broke her gaze and got up, heading for the whisky to pour more for herself and top up his.
Tony: "No, not like that," he sighed, watching her walk away. "I'm just saying... isn't that what love is? I'm not saying she has to do something to make me feel that way. I'm just saying that's how I want to feel about her. To love her so much that nobody else matters."
Rosie: 'Sometimes the way you word things Tony, it can be... disconcerting.' She put the whisky down on the bedside table, looking across at him in the candlelight. 'How do I come into this?'
Tony: "You know I don't do a lot of talking Rosie. Words aren't my thing." He looked right back across at her. "You... I like you. And if you'd give me a chance, I'd wanna... do dinner. Take you for a walk," he said with a smile, echoing her words.
Rosie: 'Words are my life, Anthony...' She considered him a moment, before looking down at her hands. 'What if... what if I'm not whole like you think I am?'
Tony: Tony kept silent and thought about what she said, before standing up and making his way over to her. "Words are your life. They aren't mine. And if you're not whole? Well, who the fuck even is. Maybe that's the point. Wasn't there some Greek legend or something about Zeus splitting people in halves? We don't have to be the same to work together."
Rosie: 'No, we don't have to be the same... but I want to share my life, my interests and my passions. You keep dismissing what I do and who I am as a person when you dismiss how important words are to me.' She looked at him straight on, stomach dropping away. 'I like you Tony, I do. But if you can't acknowledge what I do, how can you get to know me?'
Tony: Tony listened to her, unsure of where she was going with it. Then he clicked on. "Rosie will you stop, for one minute, trying to analyse every little thing I say to make it into something I don't mean. I'm not saying I don't accept your life or what you fucking do. I'm not saying I don't care about it or I'll fucking ignore you any time you talk about it, or won't take an interest. All I'm saying is that I don't do words. I'm not like you that way. I'm not ever going to write a book or something intelligent about some paintings or mythology or whatever. That's just a fact. But it doesn't for one second mean that I can't fucking appreciate the love and passion you put into it, or love that about you. So will you please stop trying to twist the words I say and just listen to what I'm actually meaning. Please."
Rosie: 'Or whatever...' She looked at him, a little crease appearing in her brow before she looked away again. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't argue.'
Tony: Tony sighed as she turned away, looking to the ground. "No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... Look. Can you not just hear what I'm literally saying. Listen to what I mean, please? I think we could be good together. I'd like to try it. If you don't, just say so and I'll go, no hard feelings. But that's... That's what I want to say."
Rosie: Everything was a mess in her head. Part of her wanted that same fall back sex without strings relationship that she could hide in, but part of her knew it was only because she had hurt herself so badly last time she opened up to someone. Guiltily she knew those feelings still resided deep down, almost impossible to walk away from but also she knew here stood a good man and maybe a chance to move forward. 'Dinner and a walk. Let's... let's try it.'
Tony: Tony swallowed as Rosie was silent for a moment. Silence again, till she broke it with words he wanted to hear. His straight face turned up into a slight smile. "Trying. All I'm asking," he nodded. He glanced at his watch. "It's a bit late for a restaurant dinner but I could... if you've got food I can cook," he said.
Rosie: 'I'm not sure... let me look.' She smiled faintly, still a little raw as she lead the way to her tiny kitchen, old but homely, and pulled open the fridge. There was a couple of steaks and some greens in there, but not a whole lot else except for a half bottle of white wine and vodka. 'We could order in?'
Tony: Tony followed her, staying in the doorway as she had a look in the fridge, looking her over and smiling faintly to himself. "If you'd like. Do you know anywhere good?"
Rosie: Biting her lip she looked back at him over her shoulder, flushing a bit knowing he was Italian and enjoyed good food. 'Only a burger joint down the road...' Closing the fridge she turned to him, slightly ashamed.
Tony: As she looked to him and bit her lip, he moved over to her. "Burger joint sounds just fine to me," he told her, noticing her cheeks going slightly pink under her freckles. "As long as you're there."
Rosie: 'Well... we could rig up.. they.. deliver.' She couldn't help the pauses in her voice as he came closer, that hunter/prey feeling springing up on the back of her neck once more.
Tony: "That'd give us time to talk," to said to her quietly. "Long into the night, I hope."
Rosie: 'Talk? You don't do words, Anthony.' A faint smile tugged at one corner of her mouth.
Tony: He chuckled at her response and looked down. "Shut up," he teased. "You could get me to sing if you really wanted."
Rosie: She hesitated, in the quiet of the room, watching him looking down before leaning in, planting a soft kiss to his lower lip, faint and delicate.
Tony: Tony looked up slightly as she moved in close to kiss him, and as he felt her soft lips press against his lower lip, he closed his eyes. Who knew how long this would last? He hoped it would be a long, long time, but he wanted to enjoy this moment, right at the start, while he was full of hope for them. His hands moved to brush lightly over her hips.
Rosie: With the light caress of his hands at her sides, she stepped in closer as she opened the kiss up, gently touching her tongue to his lips in question, wondering if he could feel her trembling slightly.
Tony: Tony inhaled as Rosie deepened the kiss, his right hand moving from her hip round to rest on her lower back. After a few moments, he pulled his lips away from hers enough that he could speak, but still close enough that they brushed the other's. "You think we should call that place up first?" he asked quietly, a smile on his lips once he'd finished.
Rosie: 'Hmmm?' As the fog cleared, Rosie blinked before she remembered what they had been talking about. Swallowing, she nodded and pulled back as she pulled her phone from her pocket and the menu from the fridge, handing it to him. 'What would you like?'
Tony: Part of him regretted mentioning it, but he watched her as she went about ordering, appreciating the way she moved. "Cheeseburger's fine for me," he said, not drawing his eyes off her for a second.
Rosie: Nodding, she dialed the number and spoke to the wait staff, putting in the order for two cheeseburgers and fries, giving her address and saying a quiet thank you as she hung up and slipped the menu back on top of the fridge. 'They said... about half an hour.'
Tony: Tony nodded and reached for her hand, taking it and tugging her back towards her bedroom. He made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge, before leaning over to unlace his boots, slipping them off before moving to sit up on the bed.
Rosie: Breathing out slowly, she followed him, crawling up onto her bed as he untied his boots, looking at him as he moved up to sit on the bed. 'Do you want to put some music on? Though I imagine you enjoy the silence after being in the club...'
Tony: He chuckled and leaned back on his arms. "I'm fine with music. As long as it's not dubstep," he grinned.
Rosie: 'Ah, no... I don't play club music at home.' She slid off the bed and fiddled around with her small stereo until there was the faint strings of 'on the nature of daylight' playing. As she came back over, she slid in next to him, leaning back onto the pillows. 'Will they survive without you at the club tonight?'
Tony: Tony watched her as she set about playing the music. He watched her as she sat next to him, his back against the headboard, an arm going around her shoulders. "Might even make a profit," he joked.
Rosie: 'You drink that much do you?' She laughed, looking up at him. 'You didn't even tell anyone we were leaving, do you need to ring anyone?'
Tony: "Nah. They can handle it on their own. It isn't the first time I've disappeared without a word," he said. "The bar staff know what to do."
Rosie: 'Oh it's not? How often do you disappear with women then hmm? I feel as if many more wicked things happened in that back room than you let on.'
Tony: "It's not always women," he shook his head. "Sometimes it's business," he told her. "There's been some wicked things, sure, but probably not as much as you'd think."
Rosie: 'Tell me about your favourite one, your absolute favourite wicked time...' She let her smile slip into a grin, knowing if anything would ease the physical tension she was feeling it might be talking about sex, it was not often she was in this bed with someone and simply talking.
Tony: Tony turned to look at her, surprised that she asked such a question. "You really wanna know?" he smirked. "I guess it might not long after I joined the site. Invited one of the women to the club. We had a nice time dancing, made that rowdy group of boys we saw tonight jealous."
Rosie: 'Dancing? Dancing is your most prized wicked memory? Oh, Anthony, I'm disappointed!'
Tony: "That's just the start," he nudged her. "The girl, she was wearing these really short shorts, so, course I invited her back to the office with a bottle of vodka. She gave me a little dance, then I pulled down those shorts and... well there was a little bit of rimming," he grinned.
Rosie: 'You really like this rimming activity don't you?' One eyebrow raised as she turned towards him and curled a leg around his, drawing him in closer. 'I was quite disappointed I didn't get to defile the office tonight.'
Tony: "It's enjoyable," he admitted as he ran a hand down her side and along the leg she draped over him. "You were? Well, hopefully we'll have a while to do that."
Rosie: 'Well, we might need practice?' She pushed a little further, closer, until she was right up against him, from chest to feet, smiling. 'You are trying very hard, aren't you? You aren't even calling me nips.'
Tony: Tony laughed and kissed her forehead as she pressed herself up against him. "You're still Nips. Always be Nips." He leaned down to kiss her lips deeply. "You wanna give it a try?"
Rosie: She matched his kiss without hesitation, nodding as he drew back to speak, her pulse thumping against the skin of her throat. 'Maybe if we can't talk easily yet.. we can try other ways of communicating?' She leaned in and bit his bottom lip lightly as she took his hand, slowly letting it slip down under the waist of her jeans and down, pressing a finger of his in so he could feel how wet she was. 'Please?'
Tony: Other ways of communicating worked for him, especially if it was physical. He let her lead his hand down her body and into her jeans. He could feel her, feel how much she was wanting, and shifted his entire body so he was above her, keeping his hand in her jeans as his other cupped her face. "We can do that," he spoke deeply.
Rosie: As he move the smile returned to her features, shifting under him so she laid open beneath his hips as she leaned up to kiss him again, tilting her face into his hand so her cheek rubbed against his fingertips with that vague feel of a cat coming home. 'Are you sure? I don't want to corrupt you.'
Tony: Tony smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear, loving the return to the Rosie that he used to know oh so well. "If anything, we corrupt each other," he grinned, rubbing between her legs slowly.
Rosie: As soon as he applied pressure with his hips, she turned her head, biting a little on his hand as she moaned, shivering with his lips whispering in her ear even as a faint chuckle came through against the palm of his hand. Her own fingers moved up skimming to his sides as she pushed his shirt up and raked her fingertips slowly, painfully faintly down his back. 'You could corrupt a saint.'
Tony: He loved the feel of her teeth nipping at his hand, and he moved it to push two fingers against her lips into her mouth. His lips kissed her neck and he suckled on her skin, pressing his middle finger into the warmth of her center. "I'd rather corrupt you."
Rosie: Rosie's lips opened to take in his fingers, letting her teeth drag over them lightly as her tongue licked along them, flushing as he spoke and pushing her hips up to meet his finger. Drawing her mouth back, she murmured playfully. 'Are you saying I'm not a saint?' With a cheeky glance, she turned back to his fingers, sucking on them with a moan as she let her hands play over his back.
Tony: Tony chuckled darkly, teeth tugging on her earlobe. "Not even close," he replied. He pulled his hand from between her legs, pulling it out of her jeans to attempt to push them down off her hips. "Need you out of these," he chuckled, kissing just behind her ear.
Rosie: Laughing too much, she had to draw her mouth away again, leaning up and kissing him with a faint 'unf' as she reached down and helped him get her tight jeans down until she was able to kick them away, only moving to undo his own pants and any underwear he had on, sighing as she felt the smooth skin of his cock slide against her palm. A faint laughed sounded again as she curled her hand around it, murmuring playfully. 'Holy Mary mother of god, pray for our sins...'
Tony: Tony was grinning, kicking her jeans away as he pushed his own off along with his boxers. He groaned as her hand wrapped around his length as it thickened. "Our father, who art in heaven..." he whispered back to her, licking her lips.
Rosie: 'Oh... we're going to hell.' As he licked, she bit, pushing them into a deep kiss as she slung her leg over his and rolled them over, rising up above him as she straddled his legs, her eyes on his cock as she stroked it slow and sure with one hand and the other pulled the ties at her shoulders, letting the silk singlet fall away to the side, leaving her completely naked. 'Tell me what you're going to confess next Sunday..'
Tony: They certainly were. He let her roll them over, looking up at her and grinning as she pulled off the last of her clothes. "There's those Nips," he muttered, licking his lips. Biting his lip as she stroked him, he groaned out to her. "Mmm... sex outside marriage. Over, and over," he smirked.
Rosie: 'Taking the lords name in vain... over and over and over...' Leaning down, she brushed her lips against his before she skimmed down, kissing her way down his chest as she spoke. 'Blasphemy, cardinal sin, impure thoughts... my my..'
Tony: He kissed her deeply once more, before she began to kiss down his body. He watched her go, a hand taking a handful of hair. "Better make it worthwhile then," he told her.
Rosie: At his words she placed a warning bite at the inside of his thigh, shuddering as he held onto her hair, soft at present but she knew it could be commanding in and instant. Dipping down she touched her lips to his tip, letting her tongue dart out to play before slipping her lips down over him tightly, taking him deeply and holding for a moment as she looked up at him before she began to move, dragging her lips and using her tongue to make as many sensations as she could.
Tony: Tony let out a grunt when she bit him. Playful, as always. He lay his head back, closing his eyes as she let her mouth begin its play. The teasing had him skipping breaths, but as soon as she slipped her lips down over his length he groaned louder. "Fuck..." His hand let her hair go, and instead it moved down to cup her face.
Rosie: His movements didn't hamper her as she kept going, flushing a little in pleasure that he was already enjoying it. Building up pace she let her mouth slip from his length and slide down as she draw his balls into her mouth slowly, playing with their tension and shape as her fingers circled and stroked his cock still.
Tony: He pulled he legs up so his feet were flat against the mattress, his toes curling a little as he felt her speed up her movements. He opened his eyes, grinning and sitting up on his elbows as she sucked his balls in her mouth. "I hope I'll be able to confess about rimming you," he whispered to her. "Y'know... as much as I love you down there," he added.
Rosie: Rosie looked up as he spoke, drawing her lips back so she could place a soft kiss on his length, then his thigh, letting her cheek brush against it as she looked up at him. 'Better get to it then before the burger comes...'
Tony: Tony grinned down at her as she rubbed her cheek against his wet cock. Hands reached for her and tugged her up, pressing his lips to hers harshly, before moving behind her and pushing her onto all fours. Moving his face down behind her, he pressed his lips against her folds, tongue lapping at her quickly as his hand gripped her rear.
Rosie: His movements were sudden and unexpected as she moved as he pushed her to, not expecting the sensation to hit so soon. As his tongue lapped against her she cried out 'Jesus fuck!' and half fell foreword into the pillows, skin going hot red not realized just how worked up she had been.
Tony: Tony grinned against her hot skin, his cheeks soon wetting with her juices as he pressed his face harder against her, his tongue slipping forward to tease against her clit. His eyes looking down the length of her spine, he began the slow act of dragging the tip of his wet muscle up between her folds, beyond to the small ridges of her ass.
Rosie: Gasping as he pushed beyond, Rosie's finger dug into the sheets as she tried to keep her mouth shut on the new sensation, almost jerking away with it as he pushed further in and flicked his tongue against the most sensitive spots
Tony: Tonging her ass, he brought his right hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers rubbing against her slit as his thumb pushed lightly into her center. He was determined to drive her crazy.
Rosie: 'Ugh.. wait!' It was too late, his thumb slipped in and her body betrayed her, grinding down on it hungrily as she licked her lips, not able to bare it much longer. Knees shaking a little, she fell onto the bed with a muffled cry into the pillow. 'Now!'
Tony: Tony pulled his face back, hands retreating and flipping her over, pushing himself between her legs and hovering over her pale body. "Now, what?" he teased with a knowing grin on his face.
Rosie: Reaching up she slung her arm around the back of his neck and held on as she pulled him closer with a groan, meeting his gaze a little desperately. 'I want you, now!'
Tony: It was all he needed to hear. She wanted him. His gaze still on her, he reached his hand down between them, wrapping it around his thickness, and pressing it against her folds. As he sunk into her, he groaned, remembering the first time they'd done this. An arm under her right leg, he lifted it up to place it over his shoulder as he pushed deep into her.
Rosie: Arching as he dove in, her breath caught in her throat for a second as she adjusted herself to the intrusion before her body melted easily around him. Rosie's leg rested gently on his shoulder as her other one fell open to the side, laying herself open for him to take as much as he wanted. As if the thought was hovering between then, she leaned up and brushed her nose against his with a faint breathless laugh as she ground her hips up to him. 'And to think it took me nearly a year to get you back here..'
Tony: Looking down at her, he watched the shapes her face took as she felt him fill her. When she leaned up and brushed her nose against his, he knew it was different. A kiss could be loving, and it could be passionate, but this was intimate. It's the only way he could describe it. There was no ulterior motive behind it - just intimacy. He smiled down at her. "But it'll be... ngh..." he groaned as she moved her hips. "...worth every second." Leaning down to kiss her softly, he began to rock his hips, cock sliding easily in and out.
Rosie: At the sound of his broken words, a flush rose on her cheeks and she closed her eyes and bit her lip, concentrating on continuing that movement that had made him loose focus, catching his lips again in a light kiss that turned hard as he pushed in deep. One hand to his next her other one slipped backward to the headboard, pressing against it as a lever as her hips pushed to meet his, the speed slowly rising. 'Oh I.. I b-believe you..'
Tony: Their movements grew gradually faster, bodies moving together, her leg high in the air, flailing a little as his body moved it with each thrust. He was glad she gripped the headboard, as she'd need it now he was moving faster, sound of his skin hitting hers, both of their crotches soon wet with her juices. "Good," he growled, one hand running down her side, the other slipping into her hand and lacing fingers together with hers.
Rosie: Rosie's fingers curled around his and squeezed tightly, lips open and eyes locked on his face now as she thrust up harder to meet him, toes curling as he started to hit the spot. Each thrust of sensation had her arching up as her body tensed, clenching her slick walls around him tightly as her other hand raked into his hair and gripped on.
Tony: Tony could feel the tension building up inside her, his cock feeling that warmth tighten even more around him. Letting her leg in the air drop to the side, he moved his body down over her, hand from her side to cup her face as he growled against her lips before kissing her harshly. "Do it.. do it for me," he told her.
Rosie: Swollen lips returned the harshness, her body starting to shudder as he worked deep and rhythmically against her. Starting to squirm as he didn't relent she looked up at him at his words, pleading and desperate. 'Come with me..'
Tony: He looked at her, listening to her request, and nodding as best he could while rocking himself against her quickly. He let himself relax, stopped himself holding back any amount of pleasure that would push him to his own orgasm - with hers helping him along the way. "Inside?" he muttered.
Rosie: Swearing as she heard the doorbell buzz from downstairs, she nodded, panting as she pushed harder against him as she found his mouth again because christ she could not stop now, not for anything in the world. It only a few seconds more and she cried out, a half choked version of his name as she buckled against him, thighs shaking and pussy flooding with hot cum. Pink nipples standing hard on end, white skin almost pink with flush.
Tony: Tony's head whipped round as the doorbell rang, but his moves didn't stop for a second. Nothing would drag him away from pleasuring Rosie right now. As he felt her orgasm around him, his balls tightened, readying to release. Walls massaged his length in a milking motion, his weight on her felt her squirming under him, and he felt her wet cum drip out of her, over his hanging balls to soak the sheets below. He dipped his head, wrapping lips around erect nipples as his teeth tugged them, mouth groaning against the pink skin as his cock throbbed inside her, releasing hard shots of his seed with each dip of his hips.
Rosie: As his teeth worked her nipples, her fingers slipped down his back to rake in hard, shuddering as he came. Even the smallest twitch of his cock sent a shiver down her spine. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and let her head drop back onto the pillows. 'Jesus fucking christ amen.' Moving as if to draw his mouth up again for a kiss, the buzzer rang again and she groaned, rolling them over and clenching as tight as she could around him with a kiss and a chuckle before pulling away, heading for the front door in the nude as she hit the buzzer to let the guy up.
Tony: He let out a long moan as he felt nails drag across his back, hips slowing as the last of his seed entered her. He grinned and let out a chuckle as she finished her 'prayer'. "Amen to that," he added about to kiss her as the buzzer rang once more. His eyes tightened shut as he felt her deliberately tightening herself against him, and he gave her ass a slap as she climbed off the bed. He lay there, watching as she left the room to answer the door. "You not gonna throw something on?" he called after her as he lay back against the bed.
Rosie: The apartment was quiet except for quiet murmurs at the door before Rosie came back in with the bags, smiling as she crawled up onto the bed and straddled him, licking her lips as she looked down at him. 'Mm, no clothes earns free burgers. Do you get jealous then?'
Tony: Tony sat up as he brought in the bags. Apparently the answer was no. "Little bit," he admitted, running his hand up her thighs. "Can you blame me?" He bit his lip.
Rosie: Opening the bags, she looked up to meet his gaze when his fingers trailed up her thighs, setting her skin on fire as it goosebumped beneath his touch. 'I find it an aphrodisiac, truth be told.'
Tony: "Yeah?" he grinned up at her. "Well, before we get to that... why don't we eat first?" He leaned up, pressing his lips to hers softly, before nuzzling her nose. "I'm actually pretty hungry."
Rosie: Grinning, she bit the air towards him before she pressed a kiss back, reaching into the bag and pulling out one for him and holding it out for him to take. 'Mmm, me too, but not for burgers.'
Tony: Tony took the burger and chuckled, leaning forward and kissing one of her collarbones. "Behave. We've got the rest of the night for that," he said, unwrapping his food. It looked good. Greasy food. Just what was needed to help with the alcohol they'd had.
Rosie: Tossing the bag onto the bed with the other burger in it, she didn't bother unwrapping her own, waiting for him to take a bite of his before leaning down and stealing one for herself with a wink, chewing and swallowing as she reached up and touched his face, letting her fingers trail down his scar. 'You never told me what happened...'
Tony: Chewing a mouthful, Tony watched as Rosie bit into his food. He didn't mind. After what they'd done, sharing food wasn't something he had a problem with. He felt fingertips brush over his scar. He'd accepted that sometimes his lovers would want to touch it, and some of them did ask, just as she was. But it still took him a little by surprise. He stopped chewing for a moment before swallowing the food. He wanted to be honest with her. "My dad... he... he wasn't a good man. Not like anyone would think."
Rosie: A deep frown slipped onto her brow as he spoke and she met his gaze, suddenly sad. 'I'm so sorry, Anthony.' She didn't ask how, or why, perhaps that would come at another time. Leaning in, she let her lips press faint kisses down it, slowly until she reached his mouth. 'I love scars and tattoos. I the stories of people.'
Tony: He put his food back down onto the wrapper at the side of him, closing his eyes as she pressed her lips to his face. "I... I'll tell you the story. If you want to hear it."
Rosie: 'Not now..' She drew back and looked at him with a smile. 'Finish your burger, I don't want you malnourished with no energy.' With one last touch to it, light and intimate, she turned her attention away from the scar, picking up his burger and taking a bite with a grin.
Tony: Part of him was glad that he didn't have to tell her now. He didn't want to ruin tonight even slightly. He watched her take another bite from his burger, and he grinned as he leaned down to take a bite from her hand.
Rosie: 'You could tell me about your brothers? I find it curious that you live together... do you not find that trying at times?' She adjusted herself so she could lean in on him a little, the burger held to one side with their faces close together as she relaxed onto him. 'Don't you want your own space?'
Tony: "Just Gio," he nodded. "Nico has his own apartment some place," said. "And Gio and I get along well. Give each other our own space. It's a big enough place after all." Probably too big. Big enough for a whole family. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned herself against him, and he rested his head against the top of hers.
Rosie: 'It's ridiculously big, Anthony. I don't know how you bare it. I love my small little hole in the wall.' She chuckled, taking another small bite and stretching her legs out. 'Don't you hear Gio and Adra? They do not strike me as the quiet type of lovers.'
Tony: Tony bit his lip and tried to hold back a little. "Ridiculously big... small little hole... Gotta watch what you're saying, Nips," he teased her. He chuckled as she mentioned his brother. "On occasion. Most of the time they stay at hers. When they're at mine, I tend to work till late, so it's been very few times I've come home at 4am and heard them."
Rosie: 'Surely you bring your own delicious distractions home from the club?' She laughed, pressing hr hips down with a light grind, feeling her heart beat finally begin to slow and fall in time with his.
Tony: He laughed and kissed her cheek. "Told you. That back office has seen a lot," he whispered. "Much more to come hopefully. But just from one chick." He felt her push herself down against him. The tease. "I love your freckles," he told her, eyes running over her shoulders.
Rosie: 'You do? I used to draw constellations in them when I was little.' She closed her eyes a moment, thinking of the memory. 'I always loved finding the scorpio constellation. Why do you love them?'
Tony: "Did you find them all?" he asked her, wondering what her skin would look like colored in. "They remind me that skin isn't perfect. Like... it is, but it's not. I'm not the only one with differences in how they look."
Rosie: 'Most of them. I always liked the idea that someone could star gaze on me.' She smiled a little to herself before pulling her head up to look at him, curiosity on her face. 'I think it is about how you view your differences. Perhaps your scar is a charting line on a map, it tells a story, as do my constellations.'
Tony: Tony stared ahead whilst she looked up at him. "I reminds me where I came from. What made me who I am," he said, eyes focusing off on nothing in particular.
Rosie: 'And who are you?' Rosie watched him stare off, not so much disturbed by it, knowing he might be in memories someplace else. 'Who do you think you are?'
Tony: He turned back to look down at her. "I'm Tony," he told her, before giving her a soft smile, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "Just Tony."
Rosie: 'Tony is your name, it is not who you are.' She sat up again, pushing herself back up to be sitting above him, trying to find the words to explain. 'Something defines who you are, and it is not your name. Are you family? Are you adventure? Are you faith? Who are you?'
Tony: Tony watched her as she moved up and sat above him. He listened to what she said, and thought about it. "Family," he nodded. It had always been family. That's how he'd been brought up. Family came first.
Rosie: 'I can see that.' She smiled a little, holding out the burger to him to finish off, waiting for him to take it before she reached back and drew his legs up so she could lean against his thighs. With a cheeky grin, she nudged him. 'Who am I?'
Tony: He took the rest of the burger from her, taking another bite and moving his legs up for her. "Who are you?" he asked, mouth still half full. He swallowed. "You're... words."
Rosie: 'You know that because I keep telling you that, not an answer.' She grinned, patting his tummy and smoothing her hands up his chest. 'Try again and you'll win a prize.'
Tony: "You're right," he nodded. He tossed the last of the burger into his mouth, thinking it over as he ate it. He looked down at her hand as it climbed his body, and he smiled as the answer came to him. "You're passion."
Rosie: That silence swept in for a moment after he spoke before a slowly smile spread over her features and she leaned down and kissed him, curling her arms around his shoulders, rolling over and pulling him to face her. 'Kiss ass.'
Tony: He watched her as she began to smile, kissed him then pulled him over to lay atop her. "I'm not a kiss-ass, it's true," he grinned. "You're passionate about words, passionate about the people you're with, books, history, everything you do." He looked down between them. "And you're definitely passionate about sex."
Rosie: 'Damn right, you're going to need your up your protein intake..' Adjusting her hips, she wrapped her legs slowly around his, stretching out as she yawned, making a comfortable sound as she leaned in and bit his jaw lightly. 'How are you going to manage the club and a very high uptake in sex hmm?'
Tony: Tony grinned. "I'll make sure I do," he replied as she wrapped her legs around him and he slid his arms under her body to wrap around her torso. "Might have to merge the two. You won't have a problem helping me defile the back office, will you?"
Rosie: 'The office, the bar, the dance floor, the dj booth, the alley way...' She laughed, shrugging. 'What can I say, when I want it I want it.'
Tony: Tony laughed and kissed her chin. "Well, as long as we can get away with it, all you have to do is ask. Actually, you don't even have to ask," he grinned.
Rosie: 'Get away with it? Surely you're the boss...' Nudging up at him with her hips, she teased him. 'Seeing out the last of the bar staff, locking down the doors, turning the lights off and seeing what can be done with that soda gun...'
Tony: "Oh, so we're talking about when the club is all cleared out? And here I was thinking you meant in front of all those people on the dance floor," he grinned, nipping her lip.
Rosie: 'Oh were you now? You haven't made those boys in the corner jealous enough?' She bit his lip as he nipped hers, shaking a little with suppressed laughter. 'I thought you said you were a jealous man...'
Tony: "I can get jealous. But I think you going home with me will be enough to stop that," he grinned.
Rosie: 'Oh? What would make you jealous then?' The mischievous grin reappeared as she traced her fingers up the sides of his torso and then down his back, tracing the dips of his spine.
Tony: "Do you intend on making me jealous?" he asked her, tilting his head to the side and smiling. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and arms as her fingers ran over him.
Rosie: 'No, not truthfully... I am just curious. I happen to like a level of jealousy in a man, but I've yet to find any in Los Angeles.' She shrugged lightly, keeping her gaze on his. 'I can be incredibly jealous.'
Tony: "Well, I probably wouldn't like it if you were up on the dance floor, dancing with those guys," he admitted. "Especially if you're not wearing panties." He furrowed his brow. "You can be jealous?"
Rosie: 'No panties? so it's a physical possessiveness?' She smiled, pressing her nails in a little harder as she continued to stroke his back. 'Yes, I can be very jealous... if I love someone, I am a force to be reckoned with.'
Tony: He chuckled and shook his head. "I said especially. It's not just physical. But I wouldn't want you grinding up against their hard ons." He smiled as she spoke and nodded. "I can see that. Digging those claws in."
Rosie: 'I have to tell you... the idea of working you up until you drag me into that office and claim your territory back is an excessively big turn on for me.' Leaning in she brushed the tip of her nose down his as her nails dug a little deeper. 'Meeooow'
Tony: "Does it now?" he asked, running his hand down her right leg slowly. He gave her thigh a light slap. "Does that make you mine?"
Rosie: 'Perhaps.' She found his gaze at the word 'mine', wondering if she should tell him about the mess she was after loosing all those little pieces to other deep voices murmuring that word. While she enjoyed ownership, it was still terrifying to think of loosing another piece. 'Sexually, yes.'
Tony: Sexually. He knew what it meant of course, that she wasn't hers romantically. Not yet, at least. But sexually was enough for him just now. "I wonder if I should put another load inside you," he teased.
Rosie: 'Mmm I think you should. Send me to sleep with a bang...' Biting her lip she slipped her hands down, reaching between them to tickle up the length of his cock.
Tony: He grinned as he felt her fingers run over his cock as it started to harden. "As you wish," he whispered, leaning down to wrap his lips around her nipple, sucking lightly as his hand began to stroke himself, bringing himself to complete length, tip brushing against her pussy as he did.
Rosie: Rosie drew her hands up and slipped them onto his shoulders and pushed back until he fell on his back as she swung up above him, moaning lightly as it caused his tip t push in a little. Hissing at his attention to her breast, she let her hips slowly roll forward and back so his tip was dragged back and forth against her entrance.
Tony: Once more they were rolling over, and against she moved her hips and ran herself along his length. "You like doing that, don't you?" he grinned up at her, his hands grabbing her hips and holding her still. "Don't tease."
Rosie: 'Who said I'm teasing? Maybe I enjoy the feeling?' Her body stilled as he held it, not moving an inch. 'You don't like a woman who moves then?'
Tony: "I never said you didn't enjoy it, but it's certainly a tease," he whispered, moving himself up to tug on her bottom lip. He grinned and gave her ass a slap. "If you're going to move, I want you really moving."
Rosie: 'Oh? Such as this?' She raked her hand into the back of his hair and tugged on it hard, backwards as she lined herself up and pushed down, spearing him deep and hard into her still wet and tight pussy, hardly pausing before she was smacking her hips down onto his.
Tony: As he felt her hand running up into his hair, he expected her to tug it lightly - certainly not as hard as she did. His eyes had closed tightly with the slight pain, then shot wide open as he felt her forced herself straight down onto his length. "Fuck," he groaned, hands holding her hips lightly as they moved.
Rosie: As her hips rose and fell with steady, tight movements, she used her free hand to slip her fingers up over his throat, kissing his jaw as she did so, letting go as she pushed his head forward so they could both watch his cock disappear and appear more slick each time.
Tony: Tony liked this side to her. He let her move him as she pleased, doing whatever she pleased to him, each move bringing louder noises from him. Watching her tight pussy ride down along his cock, he watched as his first load was mixed with her juices, coating his cock in a thicker layer of wetness. "Rosie," he groaned, mouth open.
Rosie: 'Shhh.' She moved her hand up from his throat and pushed her hand against his mouth, only moving harder and deeper as the bed began to rock under both of them.
Tony: Tony looked up at her as her hand moved over his mouth, quieting the noise. He could hear the headboard begin to his the wall slightly each time she brought herself down against him, and he ran his tongue over the palm of her hand as it covered his mouth.
Rosie: With surprised, Rosie made a squee sound when he licked her hand and she pulled it away, replacing it with her lips, muffling a cry as he slammed into her gspot over and over again, weakening her knees.
Tony: Tony grinned as she pulled her hand away, and he happily kissed her harshly. As she began to cry against her lips, he flipped them round, laying her on the bed as his hips took over hers, pounding down against her hard, over and over and over.
Rosie: 'Fuck!' As she hit the bed, Rosie grasped the sheets and pulled hard as the bed began to thump hard and loud against the wall as she began to climax. 'Harder, a-as hard as you can... fuck!'
Tony: Tony's hips began falling down against Rosie's, his movements constant, speedy, relentless. "Go... go on." Thud. Thud. Thud. He was surprised there wasn't someone on the other side of the wall banging on it. "Cum for me babe. Scream for me!"
Rosie: Toes curling and legs failing, she cried out as she tore at the sheets, cumming hard and fast in a rush of heat as she tensed up completely as her body rode out the orgasm. As he moved she jerked up, her mouth finding his shoulder as she bit hard into it as she screamed again.
Tony: Tony could feel her body tensing, rigid against his, cock feeling her pussy tighten around him. Bed thudding the wall, there was the sound of someone banging on the other end, and Tony couldn't help but add to the noise as he groaned out in slight pain as her teeth sank into his skin. "Fuck!" he moaned as he felt himself throbbing. "Fuck. Fuck." His second load of the night left him, shooting into her warmth as they both came, skin still slapping hard and loud against each other.
Rosie: As she began to come back to herself, her hands moving to his hips to slow him down as they both rode out the climax, she dug her nails in and spoke with a breathless but firm voice. 'If you ever call me 'babe' again I will cut your cock off, do you understand?'
Tony: Tony was grinning as he began to slow, eyes closed as he enjoyed the blissful feel. They opened to look at her as he felt nails dig into him. "Well, that's... definitely a nice thought to end with," he said, sarcasm in his tone.
Rosie: 'Isn't it just. I am serious though, I won't stand for it.' She eyed him with a glare, but it was obvious the smile was already creeping up at the side of her lips.
Tony: He watched her glare at him, and he realized she was absolutely serious. "Why not?" he asked, curious, still lying atop her, running a hand down her leg.
Rosie: 'We are not teenagers. I am not your baby. I am not a pig.' She breathed out, completely relaxed under him and his continued touches kept her buzzing with sensation. 'I have no issue with pet names, but they have to mean something... that is a line for me. Babe is a deal breaker.'
Tony: He listened to her and nodded. "Alright. I'll stick with Nips," he said, a smile creeping onto his face as his fingertips brushed down over her ankle.
Rosie: 'Do you have any deal breakers?' Rosie looked over his face, shivering as she felt goosebumps spring up on her ankle at his touch.
Tony: Running his hand back up over her leg, he thought about the question. "None jump to mind. I mean, apart from the obvious no other guys," he smiled. "Don't want me too jealous after all," he teased. "But other than that... I just want to see how it goes."
Rosie: Nodding slowly, she leaned up and lightly kissed his top lip. 'Are you going to stay the night or must you go home?'
Tony: He smiled down at her and shook his head. "I don't have to go. I can stay if you want."
Rosie: 'Mmmhmm, stay..' She reached over, pulling a sheet over them as she curled towards his body, that feeling of intimacy growing again. She made no move for him to pull out of her if he didn't wish to, she only curled in closer. 'Cook me breakfast.' Laughing a little she closed her eyes, voice dropping a little. 'Dinner and a walk seems to have a very different meaning for us.'
Tony: Tony kissed her collarbone as she pulled the sheet over them, and he shifted slightly so he could lie on his side, but still inside her. "Breakfast in the morning," he smirked, kissing her nose as she closed her eyes. "We can still do dinner and a walk," he chuckled. "One day."
Rosie: She made a soft whine sound as he shifted and it sent sensations through her again, falling into a much too relaxed state to keep awake much longer. 'Bacon.'
Tony: "Bacon," he repeated softly against her as he lay his head down next to her, smiling as he watched her slowly drift off as he did himself.
