Midnight Saboteur

"Silas... fuck... God!" Autumn's pleas were stuttered into nothing but mindless mutterings of pleasure with every snap of the actor's hips. Her ass pushed out, her back arched, and she braced herself on the nearest surface to savor every inch of him. With a hum of understanding, Autumn nodded vigorously. His slow movements, the way he only stopped when he was completely inside her, had only made Autumn all the more desperate. Still nodding, she gasped in delighted surprise at the slap to her ass. "More, please. Spank... me... again... please... Sir." Silas again, rendered her speech stilted with his thrusts and she spread her legs a little more wide to grant him more access.

#thread: silas fitzgerald #thread: silasxautumn 01 #verse: hollywood #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

The fact that Silas had been sexually deprived during the shoot only made him all the more feral as he began pounding into Autumn, his pace quick and sharp from the off. He grunted and growled as he fucked, and as soon as Autumn begged for him to spank her, he lifted one hand from its tight grip upon her hip to bring down sharply on her bare ass. The stinging sound of the slap reverberated around the room, and rather than let up to allow Autumn precious seconds to get over the sensation, Silas brought his hand down again for a second, harsher spank. All the while, he fucked her hard, taking every available opportunity to increase the pace and power, fuelled by the intoxicating feeling of her tight cunt and the slickness coating his cock from her juices.

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

"A good boy, huh?" Belle hummed, loving the feeling of his hands over her body. She kissed him for a while, just enjoying his presence and being in his arms. He was always traveling so they didn't see each other as much as she would like, so Belle always tried to make the best of it when they were together.

At his proposal, she looked up at him. "You'd like that?" She asked softly. "I'm sure I can manage that" the blonde then added, offering him a sheepish smile. @midnightsaboteur

#thread: archer wilde #thread: archerxbelle 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

“Aren’t I always a good boy?” Archer teased. In that instance, he was actually telling the truth about not sleeping with anyone whilst he was on tour, yet the male could never resist playful banter, especially with a lover. When Belle looked up at him after his proposal, however, Archer’s grin softened to a gentle smile and he nodded. “I’d like that a lot, babe,” he murmured, adding, “I love the thought of being on tour, doing what I love, and waking up every day beside you… it’s what I’ve been dreaming of on all those lonely mornings I had on the leg of the tour just behind me.”

@spellbindingnights / @velvetrogue

Emily felt like this was the ideal arrangement for both of them. She got the media off of her back since they were so adamant that a girl that came from nothing couldn't be successful in carting or the Formula series without doing God knows what with the male management. Then Ellis got the financial support he needed to repair his beautiful B&B. Her eyes moved from his down his body completely aware of just how much work he was putting in at that bed and breakfast. Grinning, she reached for his hand and tugged him toward the exit, her body still swaying to the music as she walked backwards. "If you lost even a fraction of your touch, something tells me you'd still be the best I ever had." She shouldn't have said it, blush coloring her cheeks, but liquor made for loose lips and she'd had enough champagne to make her careless.

The warm ocean breeze hit them when they stepped out of the club, doing little to clear her the thoughts of Ellis' hands and mouth on her body. "Walking or should we get a cab?" The yellow taxis were definitely around Miami and if Emy was looking anywhere but at Ellis she may have seen them, the paparazzi, too. "I'm voting for whatever gets all of this excellent bone structure and charm into my hotel room fastest." She licked her lips and laughed, a grin on her lips, radiating nothing but joy.

#thread: ellis archer #thread: ellisxemily 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

Emily’s quip about him being the best she’d ever had made Ellis grin and laugh. It had been a while since he’d only been an escort, rather than his newer and curious hybrid ‘career’ as a B&B owner who still took escorting jobs on the side. So, to hear such praise still stroked his ego and also led Ellis to teasingly muse, “Well, either you’ve had a terrible taste in partners till now, or I’m just that good…” before laughing again. With alcohol and adrenaline in his veins, Ellis missed the potentially deeper meaning of Emily’s statement, and he even put the blush on her cheeks down to the heat from the club rather than anything else.

Once they were out of the club and walking amidst the soothing ocean breeze, Ellis sighed contently. Emily’s subsequent question made him smirk again, and he chuckled at the blatant flirtation within her words. “Cab, definitely,” he began, eyes sparkling with delight as he so obviously thought about worshipping her back in her hotel room. “As fun as it might be to walk and maybe sneak into an alley for some fun, I don’t wanna get caught and risk missing out on worshipping you for hours and hours.” He winked at Emily as he finished and chuckled again before turning to hail a cab down for them. Being tall and muscular, it took just mere moments for him to be noticed by a driver.

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

#thread: tybalt bentley #thread: tybaltxastrid 01 #/finish point

“Both winners,” Tybalt agreed, adding, “And always winners too.” He winked after saying it, a laugh following before he kissed Astrid back sweetly, following her peck to his lips. At her subsequent demand for the rest of the day, Tybalt grinned and laughed again. “I hear you, baby. Loud and clear, don’t worry,” he teased in reply. “You ain’t ever gonna hear a complaint outta me if you wanna spend all day and all night fucking.” Tybalt sealed the promise with another wink, and once she’d gotten off him, he stood up and began to pull his clothes back on. He dressed himself to an acceptable standard, as tempting as it also was to try and walk out with a ‘just fucked’ look about him. Just before he headed out, Tybalt turned to her and said, “See you in five to ten minutes out back? I’ll get the car ready, and we can slip out nice and quickly."

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dearxeden

A quick glance in the mirror as she got dressed, there was of course that 'just fucked' glow on her skin and her strawberry blonde hair untidy. A look, which landed in a couple magazines surely, praising her in the funniest ways. If they just knew, what a damn good time she had prior to taking these paparazzi shots. "Why do I even bother putting my panties back on, if you're going to rip them off me later anyways." Astrid chuckled, brushing her hair back out of her face after tossing her thong aside. "I can't wait, baby." She smirked flirtatiously at him, anticipating the next following hours.

Freddie was thoroughly enjoying this. Teddy's lips were addictive and his touch was all he wanted and needed. He moved closer and pulled him in even more, needing to feel him as close as possible. His tongue slipped into his mouth as he kissed him sensually until he had to pull out to catch his breath. His forehead was pressed against his and he gently nudged his nose against his. @midnightsaboteur

#thread: teddy reynolds #thread: teddyxfreddie 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

Despite a growing need for air and the aching of his jaw, Teddy simply couldn’t stop kissing Freddie. As their tongues began working together, Teddy couldn’t stop the needy whimpers that flowed out from the back of his throat. Eventually, they had to pull back for breath, and when they did, Teddy looked over at Freddie. A breathless but content smile spread across his lips, his eyes sparkling with delight and adoration. “That was…” Teddy began before laughing, unable to stop the sound. “That was quite something…”

@spellbindingnights / @velvetrogue

Though it wasn't the first time that they'd kissed since the breakup Hallie couldn't help but whimper and delight in the heat of it. There had always been more than attraction between them and hearing it from Oliver meant so much to her that she matched his passion, sliding her tongue against his and moaning at how good he tasted. She only pulled away when his hand brushed her swollen clit and then stilled. "Oli, you're not playing fair." Her eyes searched his and Hallie Belle bit into the grin on her lips when he told her he was going to teach her a lesson. The blonde nodded, probably too excitedly. If Oliver wasn't sure that she'd still been loyal to him from how often they'd fallen back into each others beds, then he'd know when he was inside of her, feeling how tight and desperate she was. Nothing satisfied her, not toys or her own fingers. She couldn't even get wet with some casual flirting. It was always just Oli. Her whimpers echoed in the restaurant's bathroom when his fingers brushed over her pussy only for Hallie to loudly gasp at the light slap of pleasure.

"I'll be so good for you. I just need you to fuck me. God, I need you. Haven't been able to feel a anything without you." Hallie Belle stroked him faster, pulling him closer with her other hand. "You knew you ruined me for everyone else. I'm yours, this pussy is yours, Sir. I don't care who hears me and knows they you're the only one that can get me off. I want them to know what it sounds like when a woman is enjoying every inch of her man. If that makes me your whore, then I'm your pathetic little slut, Oli. Pull my panties to the side and fuck me like you missed me... please." Her eyes sparkled, the little bit of lawyer sass mixed in with her usual submission. She'd never dare to be so bold if she wasn't so desperate for him and the ways he used to punish her.

#thread: oliver bowman #thread: oliverxhallie 02 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

“You love it when I don’t play fair, though,” Oliver taunted, his tone huskier than perhaps it had ever been as he spoke. “If I played fair, then that asshole out there would have you all to himself tonight… and we both know how terrible that would’ve been.” Even knowing that Hallie belonged entirely to him, Oliver couldn’t help such jealous flare ups whenever he thought of someone else getting their hands on his woman. With such thoughts still swirling around his mind, Oli growled and followed up with a second light slap to Hallie’s pussy, mere moments after the first, spurred by how she loudly gasped for him.

The quick succession of pleading, submissive and worshipful statements that subsequently came from Hallie banished any jealousy from Oliver’s mind. Unsurprisingly, they fuelled his ego too, and in tandem with how quickly she stroked his aching member, Oliver couldn’t think of anything else except for fucking Hallie. He grunted when at her final words, telling him to pull her panties to the side and fuck her like he missed her. He did just that in a mere few moments, yanking the soaked lace away from her slick folds whilst using his other hand to push his hard cock against her entrance. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Oli pushed his tip inside her and then kept moving, filling her inch by inch. He grunted and growled at how tight and warm she felt, the sensation prompting him to lift his head up and meet Hallie’s gaze. “Mine,” he grunted, in obvious reference to her pussy. With that, Oliver closed the distance and kissed her chastely, just when he filled her to the brim. As one kiss became more, he rolled his hips back so he could push inside her for the first of undoubtedly many sharp and hard thrusts.

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

The personal touch was definitely one way to describe a concern. Ronan nodded, studying the man with interest. Once again, it seemed like the details left unsaid were the most telling of all. "Around the clock is really what you need from me. I've been positioned in rooms next to my clients at night but allowed to sleep because I've set up surveillance and an alarm system on entry points. I think it's not too much to assume you wouldn't want your movements recorded?" Ronan's head tilted and before he countered. "I've had a few in dire circumstances ask that I sleep in their own rooms. I was a soldier, so I'm not bothered by a cot, sofa, or the floor, but it's definitely he easiest way to ensure I'm as close to you as you need me. If you want me with you all day and all night, then I suggest hiring a second from the agency so that one of us can sleep while the other is awake and we rotate in intermittent shifts so that no one predicts our rotation. What do you think would work best for your schedule and needs?" It wasn't written on his face, but that curious part of Ronan was definitely uncharacteristically comfortable with the idea of watching this man around the clock in more than just a professional aspect.

#thread: domenico palance #thread: domenicoxronan 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

Again, Domenico said nothing whilst Ronan explained the technical points of the security set-up he had in mind. He nodded intermittently to show he understood what he was being told, but when Ronan asked him what option would work for his needs, it took Domenico a few moments to think. “Well, first of all I gotta admit I didn’t think through all the specifics and logistics, although I guess that’s your job,” he began, a wry chuckle following the statement. One other consideration swirled around his mind, and whilst Ronan was basically a stranger to him, Domenico knew the man would soon sign an NDA and see everything about his world, professional and personal. So, rather than avoid the thought lingering at the back of his mind, Domenico instead came right out with it by saying “In my business, people talk if they know that a guy is sleeping in the same bedroom as another guy.” He allowed a second for that ‘issue’ to settle in. “And as for me, well… I like guys as much as I like girls, but I keep what I do with guys right on the down low, all carefully managed and that. So, if people knew even just my bodyguard shared a room with me, they might talk and then stumble on what I’m really doing, ya feel?”

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

It didn't take long for Maggie to reach her climax. As she came, she couldn't help but to grip his hair, pushing his face against her for a brief moment only to then let go of him. "Jesus Christ, babe..." she panted heavily as she collapsed against the pillows behind her. Once she somewhat managed to catch her breath, she looked up at her husband and smirked. "Come here baby" she purred as she pulled him down with her and kissed him deeply, wrapping her leg around his hips. "Do you want me to blow you?" She asked in between heated kisses. "Or do you want to fuck me?" She hummed softly. @midnightsaboteur

#thread: adam reynolds #thread: adamxmargaret 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

A brief grunt shot from Adam when Maggie pushed his face against her, and a mere moment later, she succumbed to her orgasm. As such, a series of gruff and low moans came from Adam whilst he lapped at her flowing juices, the mere taste of his wife bringing him immense pleasure as it always did, even if he hadn’t cum himself at the same time. When Maggie’s orgasm had ceased, Adam continued cleaning her up with his tongue and only looked up when she called him. He grinned upon lifting his head and moved upwards so their bodies were perfectly pressed together. He kissed Maggie back sweetly, and unsurprisingly, their kisses soon grew heated. At her question between those heated kisses, Adam grinned and chuckled. “Fuck you, definitely. I love nothing more than making love to my wife.”

@spellbindingnights / @velvetrogue

There was something so satisfying of being the only person who could bring Marcus' walls down. It made him feel special, and even though he knew he was special, this was just another confirmation. He had loved this man for more than twenty years, which was crazy for someone like Nate who had never had a long term relationship.

He kissed his man lovingly but with passion, letting him know how much he loved him. By this points, the staff of the house knew better than to walk by whenever Nate and Marcus were alone. Nate moaned softly against Marcus' lips and touch. "I love you" he whispered in between heated kisses. His hands slipped in between their bodies and he started to undo his belt. "How do you want it?" He murmured hotly. @midnightsaboteur

#thread: marcus holmes #thread: marcusxnate 02 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

The heat and passion of their kisses intensified with each passing moment. A succession of husky, low and gruff moans slipped from the back of Marcus’ throat, getting louder each time he pulled away for air. As soon as Nate declared his love for him, Marcus responded with, “I love you too, so much.” His heart thudded against his chest, racing at a mile per minute, and so when Nate reached down to start undoing his belt, adrenaline and excitement started pumping even quicker through Marcus. “Ride me,” was all he said when Nate asked him how he wanted it, but he knew he needed to say no more. They could face each other and kiss whilst they fucked, but given the occasion and the feelings soaring between them, Marcus knew that the sex ahead for them was undoubtedly making love.

@spellbindingnights / @velvetrogue

"You are insatiable." Noah grinned, punctuating each word with a kiss to Paloma's lips and collarbone and shoulder. Every touch of his mouth to her warm, dewy skin moved lower as his smile grew wider. "I'll keep you warm, Angel. Just going to keep you with me." He grinned up at her as he moved moved farther down her body, kissing her sternum and cupping her breasts in his hands as he admired her for another moment. "You know, my love, that it is wholly cruel that you are so beautiful and talented." His warm mouth moved across her skin again, lips sucking on nipple before teasing the other. "I'd really appreciate it if you let me worship you for the rest of our lives." Noah chuckled against her skin, moving down her body and quieting his deep groan into kisses against her stomach and hip. "Tell me how you want me to keep you warm, Paloma. With my mouth, my hands... or something else?" His eyes locked with hers, a grin on his face because he knew he was winding her up, but she knew he wouldn't eat her out or fuck her without her asking sweetly for either.

#thread: paloma madrid ferrero #thread: palomaxnoah 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

“It’s your fault. You corrupted me,” Paloma teased in return to Noah, a giggle swiftly following. She sighed contently every time Noah kissed against her warm skin, and as he moved down her body, the sounds emanating from Paloma unsurprisingly grew needier. She arched her back up when Noah took hold of her breasts, his touch prompting a series of further cries. She almost missed his playful yet loving words, though she still managed to cry out “Please, yes!” to his promise to worship her for the rest of their lives together. By the time Noah reached her hip with his kisses, Paloma squirmed and writhed beneath him. It took her a few moments to catch up to his sensual question, but when she did, Paloma murmured “Your cock, Daddy. Please! I need your cock!” Spoken quietly, and almost breathlessly in fact, Paloma’s words didn’t betray her need as much as the practically desperate glint in her eyes.

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

Further to my previous post, I have now set-up my new blog.

This can be found @velvetrogue.

Over the coming days, I'll be posting the replies I have in my drafts on this account. I'll tag my new blog in each one, and I'd be grateful if you could all tag it back when you reply, so I can see the reblog properly.

Otherwise, I'll be posting a variety of opens and other muse content in my new space.

See you over there!

modcrnspirits

Mort sighed theatrically before letting out a soft chuckle. "Harsher? Getting me on a jail was not harsh enough. What will you do next?" He walked to Marcus with a sort of enticing grace. Each step was calculated and not rushed, otherwise that gun would be aimed back at his face and that would not be good. Still, he got closer and closer, stopping only when there were a couple of steps between their bodies. "Hm, information comes with a price, Marcus. Do you mind if I call you that? You have pointed a gun at me, I guess that makes us friends." Mort kept the relaxed attitude, but his mind was not relaxed as it sounded. His attention was in every corner of the room, looking for the small spot where his way out lingered.

"I'll make you the list of your friends who I've been it in a very... personal way. And you- well, turn a blind eye?" He shot a sparky smile under his mask that was directed to his captor. "Or maybe I give you some spicy details too and you show me a bit of skin?"

#thread: marcus holmes #thread: marcusxmort 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

The thief made an evident show of approaching him, and in spite of a potential threat looming, Marcus stood his ground. His grip on the handgun tightened slightly, although he kept the barrel pointed mostly towards the ground. A man of military training, Marcus knew he could snap the weapon up and fire if need be. However, rather than try to escape or assault him, Mort looked to be in a playful mood. His quip about them being ‘friends’ earned a snort from the older male, a laugh swiftly following.

“You’ve got a very interesting definition of friendship,” Marcus mused, his amusement remaining evident in the smirk on his features. As the thief alluded to a deal between them, namely information about Marcus’ closeted friends in exchange for his freedom or some kind of salacious hookup, the politician quirked an eyebrow again. “I shouldn’t think people would be so aroused or amorous when there’s a gun involved,” he mused, adding after a moment’s instinctive thought, “But I suppose I can make a deal… so long as you put back what you took, tell me the names and promise to be a good little boy who won’t try to steal from me again… then we’ll see what you can get.”

@modcrnspirits / @velvetrogue

siiinfully

“A habit?” she echoed, hardly daring to believe what she had just heard. He actually wanted to do it again? With her? Her belief that this was a one-time thing was one of the reasons why she had enjoyed it so much, why she had been more enthusiastic over it than she got with her own artwork. Ysabelle hid her attempts to recover from that unexpected opportunity by licking invisible cum from her fingers and lips, but she couldn’t do that anymore. Not when he was looking at her like that, most likely expecting her to say something. “…sure. I mean if you really want to, I wouldn’t mind.” She tried getting to her feet, but her legs felt like jelly just then, so, much to her embarrassment, she ended up falling down on her butt. If her cheeks were red then, they were definitely redder now. But she still managed to look up and meet his gaze, and she giggled and held her hand up to ask him to help her up.

#thread: tybalt bentley #thread: tybaltxysabelle 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

Ysabelle’s question and evident disbelief prompted a grin to spread across Tybalt’s lips. He nodded, chuckled and shrugged. “Yeah, of course. What we did just now was wonderful, mind-blowing in fact… hence why I’d love to do it again.” The confidence in his tone implied that he believed it to be entirely true they’d fuck again, even before they’d actually confirmed it in conversation. When Ysabelle said exactly that mere moments later, albeit in less confident language, Tybalt couldn’t help but grin and laugh again. “Only that you ‘wouldn’t mind’ doing it again? Damn, I gotta up my game and really blow your mind when we fuck,” he mused, a light chuckle following. Ysabelle soon tried to stand, but with her legs evidently still shaky, she didn’t get very far. Tybalt couldn’t help but chuckle again, the sound mixing in with her giggling. The grin spread onto his features as he reached out with his hand to help her up. “Sorry about that… can only assume I’m the reason your legs don’t work right now,” he teased, winking as soon as he did so.

@siiinfully / @velvetrogue

missperfectlyfinewrites

It was a little hard for Hudson to keep her tease up as his attention turned to her bra. The fabric falling to the ground, revealing heavy soft breasts, Tyson was instantly taken by them - expectedly so. Hudson hummed softly, the noise quickly turning into more of a whimper, as fingers began to grope and squeeze gently.

"There we go," she breathed out, angling herself a little so he had better access, lips parted with another soft hum. While Tybalt's fingers explored, Hudson's lips moved to drift across his jaw again, down his neck.

"Mmm, all yours baby."

@midnightsaboteur

#thread: tybalt bentley #thread: tybaltxhudson 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

As he groped Hudson’s large, soft mounds, Tybalt couldn’t tear his gaze away. Nevertheless, he still moaned and growled to the touch of her lips against his jawline and down to his neck. Hudson knew his sweet spots and how to tease them in just the right way to stir his already burgeoning arousal.

“All mine,” Tybalt affirmed as soon as she told him her tits belonged to him. His words came in a husky, possessive tone, which was matched by a darker, dominant glint in his eyes when he finally lifted his head up to meet Hudson’s gaze. In all honesty, he could’ve sat and played with her breasts for ages, yet the arousal emanating from his trapped stiff cock made Tybalt slide his hands down to cup Hudson’s ass instead. He took a firm hold and lifted her up by a few inches, his intentions clear in wanting her to sink down on him.

@missperfectlyfinewrites / @velvetrogue

With every ounce of self control, Okorie didn't move while Ellen obediently sucked her juices from his fingers. His cock throbbed deep inside of her, desperate for friction and he knew that if she didn't finish then he'd give in. A huff of breath passed his lips as her lips parted and he pulled his wet fingers from her mouth, trailing them down her slender neck before wrapping his hand around it, pulling her mouth to his. "I meant what I said, Peach. Hold onto this desk for your fucking life because I'm going to ruin you." She hardly had the time to do as she was told because with a single kiss, Kori pulled away, tugging her bottom lip in his teeth before he gripped her hips and pulled almost completely out. The quick snap of his hips forward had the desk rocking against the floor and he grinned. Every thrust was fast and hard and deep. A steady piston of pleasure as he filled Ellen over and over was equal parts the snap of his hips and his hands for lifting and pulling her small up and then completely back down his length. The exertion having him groaning and gasping, the classroom echoing with their pleasure, thoughts of being caught long forgotten. "You're made for me, Peach. This pussy is all mine. So fucking wet for me."

#thread: ellen rutledge #thread: ellenxokorie 01 #please tag my new blog in your reply so i can see the reblog :)

Ellen met Okorie’s gaze in the moment she released his fingers from her mouth. Lust lidded her eyes, reflective of how she could think of nothing else in the moment, nothing other than him. Ever since they’d first succumbed to each other, Okorie had unlocked the very essence of her being and seized it for himself. He knew just what she wanted and when she’d need it, perhaps even before Ellen knew herself. It was certainly the case when he trailed his wet fingers down to her neck and then enclosed his grip around her throat. The newfound restriction prompted a whimper and a whine from Ellen. His lustful promise hit her a mere second later, eliciting another whine right before Kori pulled his hips backwards and then pushed inside for the first powerful thrust of many. As ever with the two of them, Kori didn’t let up with his pace right from the start, nor did Ellen want him to. She gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk and cried out continually, her sounds spurred by each sharp, successive thrust pounded into her by Kori. Briefly, Ellen tried and failed to wrap her legs around his waist, but from how her body jerked, writhed and trembled to his fucking, she just couldn’t get the grip. Instead, she leaned back and took the pounding needily.

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

ruinedsoulsrp

It wasn't that Allie was uninterested in the man that had just asked for her number, but she was also aware of his type. He was one of several types of men that came into the restaurant. His type was cocky, self-assured, and went through women like a wildfire. She didn't want to be the next notch on his belt, she was far too sensitive for flings and one night stands; she supposed at least that was a benefit to being self-aware that she wore her heart on her sleeve; she knew what she could and couldn't handle.

She tried to push those thoughts off to the side as she readied his drink order, setting it on a small drink tray and taking a deep steadying breath before heading back to his table. Allison moved to set his drink down, and didn't even have the opportunity to offer to take his order before he was speaking. She should've known he wasn't about to give up that easily. The brunette kept her gaze on him, the tiny hint of a smile lifting the corner of her lip in the briefest flash as she shrugged in answer to his question.

Allie couldn't deny that she was intrigued and a little amused at his persistence. She figured there wasn't any harm in at least listening to him. Green hues stayed on him before she nodded the slightest bit, that tiny ghost of a smile finding her lips again. "Yeah, okay. Go ahead." she allowed.