Americana - Exotica

Innocent || James/Fiona

James did as he said he would, and listened to the best of his ability. Though admittedly, it was taking him a while to really absorb what he was being told. As her story went on James found himself waking up a little more, a strange tug at his stomach making him feel… He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t angry. Maybe a little hurt that she’d chosen to go home with him because he gave off the impression of being some rich dick head. But even more so than that, he felt troubled. Worried. Somewhat for himself, but mostly for her.

Someone as funny, and charming, and beautiful as Fiona shouldn’t be fucking around just to steal shit. She was worth far more than that, and whoever had convinced her otherwise needed to seriously fuck off.

Letting out a long breath, James chose his words cautiously, making sure not too come off the wrong way as he approached the subject.

“So… You came home with me… because you wanted to steal my stuff?” He asked, looking at her eyes for a moment before chewing at his bottom lip, “Look, Fi, I don’t want to sound like a dick… Because I really like you, so I’m just. Trying to kinda process this whole thing. But, uh… You really need to tell your mom to get a better hobby… Like fucking herself for starters.” He said, gently shaking his head, and looking at her sincerely.”If your mom is directing you to use your body for extra cash, that’s like the shittiest kind of parenting I’ve ever heard, and you definitely deserve better than that… You know that right?”

Wiping at his face, James sat upright, adjusting to lean against the headboard and look over at her. “I’m not going to throw you out, okay? I think- and you can tell me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure there could be something good here. Between you and me. And I can get past the fact that you stole from people and shit, but. I’m not going to be cool if you’re planning to see me and continue to do that. I just.” He shrugged, looking at her with an apology in his eye, “I don’t think I could be okay with that.” Chewing at his lip again, James picked at the comforter and sighed, “So, if you’re planning to keep up that kind of work, I um. Y’know. Maybe we should quit before we’re ahead.”

Something in her chest tightened, and she had to look away. “At first,” she admitted, before listening to him. He’d given her the chance, and truthfully whether he did sound like a dick or not, she wanted to hear him out. She couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“No, you’re right. She’s never been a good parent, but it’s how I grew up. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in one place more than a week or so. She supported herself through similar means; even my brothers stole, though they…didn’t have to…y’know.” She motioned vaguely to herself; they weren’t using their bodies to get what they wanted in the same way.

What a strange feeling; simultaneously, her heart fluttered and clenched all at once. “I want there to be.” She’d never expressed such a thing before in her life. “I’ve never had an option to stop… I don’t really know if I’ve ever wanted to. But I want to see…what this could turn into. I don’t know what to do though.” She ran her hand through her hair.

“I mean…I don’t have… I’m not that skilled. She’s supported me - or, I guess, controlled my finances my whole life. I don’t even know where to start looking to do it myself.” For once, she didn’t want to go back to what she was. But she didn’t know how to go forward without the life she knew. “I’m pathetically helpless when it comes to…y’know. Anything but what I know I’m good at. But I don’t want to just throw away a chance at something good, even if it scares the hell out of me.”

James let out a breath, picking up on the fact that she was feeling confused and a little scared. How could she not be? Living a life like that had to be bizarre and disorienting, especially when offered a chance at normality. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over her features.

“Well... Does she know who you went home with tonight?” He asked, raising a brow before his expression softened, “I mean. If she doesn’t... you could just not go home. You could stay here for a while. I’m not exactly poor. I have more money and shit than I’ll ever need for just myself.” He spoke, watching her face, “It doesn’t have to be permanent, either. If things don’t... go well between us or whatever, I can just help you get back on your feet, then you can go do you, but...”

He took her hands, running his thumb over her knuckles as he looked at her hopefully, “Don’t go back to her. Don’t go back to all of that. Just. Stay here and try your hand at the kind of life the rest of us are living. Where sex isn’t a pre-cursor to theft, and you’re allowed to feel things like guilt, or... romantic attraction or whatever this is.” He let out a tiny chuckle, “Just stick around long enough to know what it’s like, then decide if the life you’re currently living is the kind you want to continue living. And if at any point you want out, then that’s your choice.”

He teasingly smirked then, tacking on a quick, “But don’t be offended if I keep my really expensive shit in the safe for a few days until I know I can trust you.” He winked.

Innocent || James/Fiona

Her words confused him, though the fact that he had just been fast asleep didn’t help. Obviously something had upset her, and while usually this would have raised a ton of red flags for him, he tried his best to listen and not jump to conclusion.

Usually when a girl was emotional about something on their first night together, it wasn’t a good sign. But something told him to hear her out, so he swallowed back his natural reaction, and gave a little nod.

“Okay,” he said quietly, moving his hand to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “No judgement until you’ve said your piece… What’s up?”

Fiona sighed quietly, tipping her head towards his hand for a moment as she thought. Her mind was jumbled she knew he was still half-asleep, too. Damn it, why couldn’t she’ve just stayed asleep?

“I…shouldn’t still be here. It’s not how I do things.” She started, twisting her hands in her lap. “Out before the sun’s up. But…I like you. I mean, I don’t wanna sound weird, we just met and had a night together, I know, but…I don’t usually want to stay in bed with someone once it’s all said and done. See them in the morning. All that.”

Another sigh heaved from her lips. “You were supposed to be a target. I’m a theif; under my mother’s direction, I..relieve people of excess wealth. Usually rich people looking for affairs. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen. Get them to let their guard down, wear them out, get my due and get out before I’m caught.” The words spilled out and she knew it was probably too much to be putting on him when he’d just woken up but she didn’t know how to deal with guilt.

“It’s usually easy. They’re assholes, they just wanna take and I can justify what I do. Like I’m some kind of…fucked up prostitute, getting payment, even if they don’t intend it.” She grimaced briefly. “But something drew me to you tonight, and God, no one’s ever treated me the way you did. Even as much as you had to drink,” She forced herself to smile, teasing him a little. “You wanted to give me as much as you were taking, maybe even more. You actually made me feel…good. Met me on equal grounds. God, I’ve never felt guilty about what I’ve done before. Never liked anyone enough to feel guilty about it.” She ran a hand through her hair.

“I could…go. If you want me to. I won’t - I couldn’t take anything. But I didn’t want to just…leave. I guess I didn’t like the idea of not seeing you again - at least without knowing it was your choice, i-if it is.”

James did as he said he would, and listened to the best of his ability. Though admittedly, it was taking him a while to really absorb what he was being told. As her story went on James found himself waking up a little more, a strange tug at his stomach making him feel... He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t angry. Maybe a little hurt that she’d chosen to go home with him because he gave off the impression of being some rich dick head. But even more so than that, he felt troubled. Worried. Somewhat for himself, but mostly for her.

Someone as funny, and charming, and beautiful as Fiona shouldn’t be fucking around just to steal shit. She was worth far more than that, and whoever had convinced her otherwise needed to seriously fuck off.

Letting out a long breath, James chose his words cautiously, making sure not too come off the wrong way as he approached the subject.

“So... You came home with me... because you wanted to steal my stuff?” He asked, looking at her eyes for a moment before chewing at his bottom lip, “Look, Fi, I don’t want to sound like a dick... Because I really like you, so I’m just. Trying to kinda process this whole thing. But, uh... You really need to tell your mom to get a better hobby... Like fucking herself for starters.” He said, gently shaking his head, and looking at her sincerely.”If your mom is directing you to use your body for extra cash, that’s like the shittiest kind of parenting I’ve ever heard, and you definitely deserve better than that... You know that right?”

Wiping at his face, James sat upright, adjusting to lean against the headboard and look over at her. “I’m not going to throw you out, okay? I think- and you can tell me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure there could be something good here. Between you and me. And I can get past the fact that you stole from people and shit, but. I’m not going to be cool if you’re planning to see me and continue to do that. I just.” He shrugged, looking at her with an apology in his eye, “I don’t think I could be okay with that.” Chewing at his lip again, James picked at the comforter and sighed, “So, if you’re planning to keep up that kind of work, I um. Y’know. Maybe we should quit before we’re ahead.”

Innocent || James/Fiona

James was dreaming. Something strange and convoluted, that was vivid but blurry all at once. One of those dreams where the sky is a weird shade of orange, or pink and everything else in the world looks like it’s night time. He didn’t really remember the contents of the dream, other than he was walking down a city street with something in his hand, looking up at that orange colored sky with a smile on his face.

When he heard his name, and blinked awake, slightly startled. “Shit, hm? What?” He wiped at his eyes hazily, his vision adjusting to the darkness to see the silhouette of the girl beside him.

Fiona. He sat up a little, and gave a little smile.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, unsure what had woken her.

She hated interrupting what seemed to be a deep, and likely needed sleep. Still, she smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes and she was glad for the darkness. “Yeah, I-” She paused almost as soon as she’d started, and then sighed.

“N-no, actually, I…need to admit something. Only, I’m…worried about what you’ll think of me…and this, when I do.” Her voice shook and she cursed mentally. Her confidence was shaken, and it was disorienting. She looked up at him through her lashes.

“I just…need you to promise to let me explain everything before you…pass judgement, or…whatever.” It made it sound almost comical, in a way, and yet she meant it too. She’d never wanted to get it off her chest before now.

Her words confused him, though the fact that he had just been fast asleep didn’t help. Obviously something had upset her, and while usually this would have raised a ton of red flags for him, he tried his best to listen and not jump to conclusion.

Usually when a girl was emotional about something on their first night together, it wasn’t a good sign. But something told him to hear her out, so he swallowed back his natural reaction, and gave a little nod.

“Okay,” he said quietly, moving his hand to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “No judgement until you’ve said your piece... What’s up?”

#chat #chat : callan #v;; we built our own house

Veronica leaned into her master’s kiss, eyes fluttering shut for a short moment before she let out a little whine. If any of Callan’s assets were prone to drama, it was Veronica. When she didn’t get her way, she made it known and demanded the situation be remedied. But before throwing a tantrum, she decided to try to charm her way into getting what she wanted. “But... He’s late. I’m here, and ready to be the very best, most obedient girl I can be. Don’t I get a reward for being punctual at least.” She gave him a little smirk, easily sliding into his lap, with her knees on either side of his thighs.

Innocent || James/Fiona

James didn’t really know what to make of himself, sleepiness had over taken his mind, and all of his thoughts were a rose colored, jumbled mess. With wet hair, and his t-shirt on, Fiona climbed into bed, and all James could do was smile and return her kiss, surrendering himself to the feeling in his stomach that swirled and danced, and altogether fluttered.

Butterflies. This is what all the fuss was about, huh?

“Took you long enough,” he teased against her lips, stealing another kiss, before moving the comforter to cover her, and turning out the light. Once comfortably on his side, facing her, he pulled her back to his chest, one arm draped over her waist, the other slid beneath her pillow. Without a second thought, he pressed a kiss to the small space behind her ear, whispering a quiet, “Goodnight,” before he closed his eyes and let himself drift into an easy, happy, peaceful sleep.

The kind of sleep you only get when truly content.

Fiona’s smile was warm and sweet, all together foreign to her. She was happy to settle in, nestling herself against him and enjoying the warmth and comfort against her back, his arm securing her easily to him. It felt so nice. Sleep didn’t hesitate to take her.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy and full as his. She envied him that when her eyes dragged open a few hours later, an ache in her chest that had likely woken her.

As gently and quietly as she could, she worked her way out of his arms, doing her best to keep from waking him. Sitting up, she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling small. What it must be like, to wake up beside someone, lazily, no obligations, no care in the world.

Heaving a sigh, she stood up quietly, tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Any other day, anyone else, her keen eye would’ve been scanning, searching for something valuable, something she could sneak away with. But not this time.

She wasn’t dressed; she should’ve been. She was empty handed, hesitating, mind reeling. She could go home, empty handed, face her mother. Make up some extravagant lie. They’d move on, like they always did, and she’d endure whatever punishment her mother deemed necessary. He would be none the wiser, and lose nothing. But she would likely never see him again. God, why did he have to make her want to see him again?

She could tell him the truth, and risk him turning her away anyway; no need to mention risking a long, extensive list of thefts being traced back to her and her mother. But her conscience, a creature long since buried under her upbringing, had reared itself and wouldn’t let her make him a victim too.

She turned, stomach churning, to return to him. If she was going to tell him, it couldn’t wait until morning. She wouldn’t be able to sleep with it weighing on her anyway. She needed to wake him up. “James?”

James was dreaming. Something strange and convoluted, that was vivid but blurry all at once. One of those dreams where the sky is a weird shade of orange, or pink and everything else in the world looks like it’s night time. He didn’t really remember the contents of the dream, other than he was walking down a city street with something in his hand, looking up at that orange colored sky with a smile on his face.

When he heard his name, and blinked awake, slightly startled. “Shit, hm? What?” He wiped at his eyes hazily, his vision adjusting to the darkness to see the silhouette of the girl beside him.

Fiona. He sat up a little, and gave a little smile.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, unsure what had woken her.

#para #para : callan #v;; we are a hurricane

When it came to Callan Mack, Javaad could count on one hand the things that weren’t attractive about him. 1. The fact that he was dating his older brother. 2... well. Actually it was only that first one. Everything about the older man was absolutely intoxicating, and Javaad had allowed himself to develop a soul crushing attraction to him that he just couldn’t shake. Any good brother wouldn’t have even opened the door to any ‘funny business’ but Javaad wasn’t a good brother. He could be honest about that. He was selfish and greedy, and very aware of how good looking he was. Though he had always been the sweet, younger Alexander brother, he was done hiding in the shadow of the charming, good looking, popular James. He was making a stand, and before the weekend was up, Callan would have Javaad on his mind constantly, of that he’d make sure.

“You brought wine?” He cooed, opening the door for Callan to come inside. He led him into the kitchen, making sure that every glance he gave the older man was just as charming, kind, and pretty as ever, “You didn’t have to do that, y’know. I could’ve kicked it the legal way and stuck to soda.”

James couldn’t stop the small smirk on his face, watching as Callan swam a little closer with a teasing tone and an amused expression. This is what their friendship had become; teasing, flirting, but never going further than that. James had grown tired of that same old same old. He wanted to kiss those lips that curled perfectly with Callan’s classic accent, he wanted to lace his fingers in the spaces where Callan’s met his hand. Shoving those thoughts back, though maybe not for long, James flashed his signature smile. “I don’t get sick of you. That’s the problem,” he said honestly, though not explaining himself any further than that. Instead he just let the insinuation hang in the air, as he ducked under the water, coming back up to slick his hair back against his head. “Who is ‘they’ this time anyway? I feel like I don’t actually know who you hang out with these days.”

#para #para : callan #v;; LA Devotee

Innocent || James/Fiona

James watched her move over to him, eyes drinking in the image of her naked form, though this time with more admiration than lust. She was honestly beautiful, and he wasn’t sure why that made him feel so much more… light than usual. Like he was still floating on the end of his orgasm, though his body had obviously already come down. At her kiss, he gave her backside a little tap of encouragement.

Once she had made her way to the bathroom, James took a breath for a second to gather his thoughts. He actually liked this girl. That was strange for him to begin with, but now that he was allowing himself to feel it, he tried to figure out the best way to act so he didn’t fuck this up like he usually did. Pulling on a pair of sweat pants, but leaving his chest bare, James padded from the bedroom to the kitchen to fill two glasses of water and grab some aspirin. He was still decently drunk, and he imagined she probably was too. Girls were totally into the thoughtful, caring thing still right?

He came back into the bedroom just as he heard the shower turn off. Putting her discarded clothing in a pile on the chair in the corner, James set the water and aspirin on the side table for her, to avoid the inevitable morning headache. James climbed into bed and waited for her, resting his head back against his pillow, already fighting the tiredness in his eyes. “Get your ass over here. I demand a little spoon.” He chuckled, calling toward the bathroom.

A part of Fiona wanted to take her time, because her mind was reeling now. One night stands were her thing; get in, get them satisfied, and get out with your due. It was usually easy. It was natural.

But the feeling stirring around in her chest wasn’t. It wasn’t natural, and it wasn’t easy. Part of it was guilt. James had, thus far, treated her far better than anyone she’d been with before. He even wanted her to stay, and that was almost unheard of.

So was her desire to stay.

Sighing to herself, she chuckled a little when she heard him calling her. She quickly finished her shower, grabbing a few towels to dry off. Leaving the towels half-folded, she wandered back out with a playful smirk. “Impatient, aren’t you?” She teased, grabbing the t-shirt he’d left and slipping it on, before climbing up the bed to him, kissing him softly. “One little spoon, reporting for duty.”

She could take time to figure out what to do about the ache in her chest after some sleep, right?

James didn’t really know what to make of himself, sleepiness had over taken his mind, and all of his thoughts were a rose colored, jumbled mess. With wet hair, and his t-shirt on, Fiona climbed into bed, and all James could do was smile and return her kiss, surrendering himself to the feeling in his stomach that swirled and danced, and altogether fluttered.

Butterflies. This is what all the fuss was about, huh?

“Took you long enough,” he teased against her lips, stealing another kiss, before moving the comforter to cover her, and turning out the light. Once comfortably on his side, facing her, he pulled her back to his chest, one arm draped over her waist, the other slid beneath her pillow. Without a second thought, he pressed a kiss to the small space behind her ear, whispering a quiet, “Goodnight,” before he closed his eyes and let himself drift into an easy, happy, peaceful sleep.

The kind of sleep you only get when truly content.

Innocent || James/Fiona

James couldn’t help but smirk at her remark, stealing another kiss. Even now that they’d finished, he wanted to keep her company, make sure she wasn’t going to slip away any time soon. Pulling back to watch her eyes, James studied her features for a moment, feeling a little tug in his stomach at the sight. She was gorgeous.

After a moment, he leaned up, looking down at her with an apologetic expression. “Well… I made a mess.” He chuckled. With somewhat wobbly legs, he carefully stood from the bed and slid his boxers on. Padding over to his dresser, James picked out a t-shirt and threw it on the bed for her. “You can take a quick shower if you want, towels are in the cabinet. And then you can sleep in that.” He gave her a smile, hoping she wouldn’t protest to the idea of spending the night.

Enjoying the afterglow, she smiled and kissed him back, letting her eyes take in his features as well. A pang of guilt nearly showed on her face; already her obligations were returning to her mind. But damn it, she was going to enjoy this while she could.

For once in her life, she actually wished she had the nerve to turn her back on her responsibilities, if it even possibly meant enjoying nights like this more often.

She blinked, drawn out of her thoughts when he leaned back, and chuckled quietly. “That you did,” She teased with a little gleam in her eye; she clearly didn’t mind. She simply lay there, sprawled out, and watched him for a moment before sliding to the end of the bed. She stood, legs trembling for a moment.

She made her way unsteadily over to him, putting a hand on his middle and leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Sounds like a plan to me.” she smiled against his lips, before pulling away to head for the bathroom. She didn’t really want him to see the sudden uncertainty in her eyes.

James watched her move over to him, eyes drinking in the image of her naked form, though this time with more admiration than lust. She was honestly beautiful, and he wasn’t sure why that made him feel so much more... light than usual. Like he was still floating on the end of his orgasm, though his body had obviously already come down. At her kiss, he gave her backside a little tap of encouragement.

Once she had made her way to the bathroom, James took a breath for a second to gather his thoughts. He actually liked this girl. That was strange for him to begin with, but now that he was allowing himself to feel it, he tried to figure out the best way to act so he didn’t fuck this up like he usually did. Pulling on a pair of sweat pants, but leaving his chest bare, James padded from the bedroom to the kitchen to fill two glasses of water and grab some aspirin. He was still decently drunk, and he imagined she probably was too. Girls were totally into the thoughtful, caring thing still right?

He came back into the bedroom just as he heard the shower turn off. Putting her discarded clothing in a pile on the chair in the corner, James set the water and aspirin on the side table for her, to avoid the inevitable morning headache. James climbed into bed and waited for her, resting his head back against his pillow, already fighting the tiredness in his eyes. “Get your ass over here. I demand a little spoon.” He chuckled, calling toward the bathroom.

Innocent || James/Fiona

James was losing the battle with his body. Had this been any other girl, he probably could have pushed her over the edge two, maybe three, more times before climaxing himself, but she just felt so fucking good. He couldn’t help it. The moan against his skin was hot, filling his ears and making his muscles clench as his body begged to mirror her release.

Pumping in and out of her a few more times, allowing her to ride out her orgasm, he knew he was done for, and if he didn’t pull out now, they could possibly have a whole different mess on their hands.

“Sh-shit, shit, fuck,” he groaned, quickly pulling his hips back to spill onto her lower stomach, rather than inside of her. (His drunk self hadn’t bothered to ask her if she was on the pill, so it was better safe than sorry.) One hand moving down to stroke himself a couple more times, James’ breath was heavy, labored, body trembling just slightly as he began to come down. “Fuck…” he breathed out. Finally, as the stars faded from his vision, he kissed her again, this time a little lazy and sloppy as his body recovered from the climax. “You… are fucking amazing.” He smiled, a tired, happy expression that matched the tiny chuckle that followed.

For one brief moment, Fiona’s mind was purely, blissfully blank save the pleasure that radiated through her. Still, she kept meeting his movements, riding herself out and working to push him over the edge.

A little gasp escaped against his skin when he pulled out, looking down to watch him coming. A small smirk toyed at the corner of her lip and she let out another quiet moan, because fuck it had never been so hot to watch before. Chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she tilted her head up lazily in time for him to lean in and kiss her again. She smiled against his mouth, running her fingertips over the welts she’d left on his back.

“I have never cum so hard in my life,” She murmured as way of praise, nuzzling against his jaw a little bit. “You’re incredible.”

James couldn’t help but smirk at her remark, stealing another kiss. Even now that they’d finished, he wanted to keep her company, make sure she wasn’t going to slip away any time soon. Pulling back to watch her eyes, James studied her features for a moment, feeling a little tug in his stomach at the sight. She was gorgeous.

After a moment, he leaned up, looking down at her with an apologetic expression. “Well... I made a mess.” He chuckled. With somewhat wobbly legs, he carefully stood from the bed and slid his boxers on. Padding over to his dresser, James picked out a t-shirt and threw it on the bed for her. “You can take a quick shower if you want, towels are in the cabinet. And then you can sleep in that.” He gave her a smile, hoping she wouldn’t protest to the idea of spending the night.

Innocent || James/Fiona

James felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, but fought off the sensation until the right moment. He wanted Fiona a writhing mess before he allowed himself the pleasure of a climax. He held her down, hips mercilessly pressing into her with a rough, fast pace that made his body shiver.

Fuck, he hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time.

At her words, James let go of her wrists, hands pressing on either side of her against the mattress as he leaned in to pepper kisses along her jaw and neck, adjusting his hips for an even deeper thrust. Letting his teeth nip at her skin, he whispered against her ear, “You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” He purred, keeping his pace as he fought the sensation of stars in his own vision.

She ached in such a spectacular way. Each clash of their hips, pushing her closer and closer, balancing on the edge and almost toppling over. She felt so good, and she wanted to make sure he did too, but god, she was helpless to do anything but writhe beneath him.

The minute her hands were free, they were on him. One buried into the hair at the base of his skull, the other grabbing at his back, nails scraping roughly against skin. His lips and teeth taunted her, but it was his voice, that purr in her ear that finally made her snap.

She cried out ‘yes’ as her climax crashed over her, her hips bucking up and her body tight around him. Her nails bit into his back, scraped his neck somewhat gentler, while she tucked her head against his shoulder, biting lightly, though muffling her sounds at this point was fruitless.

James was losing the battle with his body. Had this been any other girl, he probably could have pushed her over the edge two, maybe three, more times before climaxing himself, but she just felt so fucking good. He couldn’t help it. The moan against his skin was hot, filling his ears and making his muscles clench as his body begged to mirror her release.

Pumping in and out of her a few more times, allowing her to ride out her orgasm, he knew he was done for, and if he didn’t pull out now, they could possibly have a whole different mess on their hands.

“Sh-shit, shit, fuck,” he groaned, quickly pulling his hips back to spill onto her lower stomach, rather than inside of her. (His drunk self hadn’t bothered to ask her if she was on the pill, so it was better safe than sorry.) One hand moving down to stroke himself a couple more times, James’ breath was heavy, labored, body trembling just slightly as he began to come down. “Fuck...” he breathed out. Finally, as the stars faded from his vision, he kissed her again, this time a little lazy and sloppy as his body recovered from the climax. “You... are fucking amazing.” He smiled, a tired, happy expression that matched the tiny chuckle that followed.

She browsed through the minibar before finding another mini-bottle of Jack. Veronica tossed it to him, and then took out two brews, popping both open. “Why not both?” she chuckled, “Seems like the kind of conversation that is easier when hammered.” Setting the beers down on the table, Veronica sat next to Seth, and turned to face him, one leg crossed over the other. “So, how long were you on the island, and how did you get off?”

x-astcriia-x

“You make a pretty good point,” Seth snorted with a small smirk. “Thanks,” he murmured as he took the bottle, taking one large gulp of it. Yeah, that definitely made him feel better about having this sort of conversation. He glanced up at the ceiling briefly as he thought just how long he was on the island. “About two, two and a half years. I managed to escape through pure luck. It was in the evening about two weeks ago or so, and I was being rented. After, y’know, some things, I took advantage when the client went to take a shower. I ran out of the house, through the woods, and hid on the docks until I could sneak on board one of the boats that brought in shipments of supplies.”