Sorta of a belated WIP Wednesday (I was sick so that's my excuse this time)
@pricegouge I finally did one lol 🎉
Guest Check - Simon x Nina - no smut (sorry)
Somehow they ended up being the last people left in the booth. His arm heavy around her shoulders. Held the position "to make room" even as all their friends trickled out into the early morning. She jumped when Simon unclipped her hair, moving it around to how he liked.
"Finish your drink." He grumbled. She pushed the glass away.
"I've had too much." She could fall asleep right there, tucked into his leather clad shoulder. She knew she'd just wake up in the back seat of his car. He'd take care of her.
He pulled the glass back and downed it in a large gulp. His hand slipped down to her waist and brought her out of the booth with him.
"You need to stop letting the world just happen to you." Her mother had said that one argument. Probably a year before she died. She was upset that Nina hadn't done anything. Not graduated, not gotten 'a real job', just floated. She always felt too tired to do anything. It was easier to let things happen.
Who was her mother to tell her about anything? At Nina's age she was in a loveless marriage raising an affair child. Nina seemed pretty well off in comparison.
Simon pulled her shirt up and onto her head, blindfolding her and leaving only her mouth exposed. She could see his shape as the light broke around him but nothing else. She'd let him do what he wanted. He'd make her cum now and eggs when he woke up. Symbiosis.
He kissed like he wanted something. His mouth engulfed hers, tasting like brown liquor and cigarettes. He was messier than her even drunk like this. His hand slid under the wire of her bra to grope at her chest. She sucked in her stomach and was met with a nip at her throat.
"That hurt!" She thumped the back of his head.
"Don't suck in."
"I feel fat."
"You're not. You need to eat more." He bit her stomach, just above her belly button. He caught her hand in the air before she could thump him again and grabbed the other before she could pull her shirt off her face. His breath felt hot on her face, any light above her was blocked out. His forehead was pressed against hers. "Want to fatten you up. Fill me up better later."
"Simon…please let go of my hands." Her bottom lip trembled. She closed her eyes so tightly she could see colors under her lids. He let go of her and pulled her shirt off the rest of the way.
"You okay?"
"Don't hold me down like that." She tried to sound stern. "I don't…I don't like."
"Okay." He moved down to kiss over the bite mark on her stomach. "We still fucking?"
"Yeah but…I want you to eat me out first." He let her undo her own buttons before slipping her jeans off her. He grabbed a pillow off her bed and laid it down to kneel on.
"You're old." She teased, pushing his face to the side with her foot. He caught her ankle, less firmly than her arm, and nipped at the side of her foot.
"You'll get to my age eventually." Her stomach flipped at the thought. He was maybe eight or nine years older than her. Mid thirties. She couldn't imagine being alive till then.
She spread her legs wider for him. Let him take all those thoughts away with his tongue. He was good at that.
She fell asleep with her hand still resting on the top of his head.
It's New Years Eve and Kyle wants to make it the best he can for Nina.
pre-break up
He couldn't find her. The restaurant was packed for new year's. Price had ordered several crates of champagne for the occasion. He heard from Kate it was a near bloodbath for people trying to get reservations for tonight. Nina was lost somewhere in this mess, refilling glasses of water and balancing trays upon trays of drinks. He had less than three minutes to find her.
He scanned across the dining room. She'd tied a silver bow into her hair tonight. He'd been tugging on the ends playfully every time they passed in the kitchen. He bounced on heels till he saw a metallic flash towards the bar.
He caught her eye and waved her over. Her head bobbed between groups of people getting ready for the countdown. He grabbed her round the waist as she tried to skirt past him.
"Stop. Table eight needs another bottle of the Malbec. I need to grab it."
"No. They can wait." She was always anxious on busy nights like this. So many people waiting on her, always wanting to impress Price. Too hard on herself. "We have exactly one minute before the new year and I want to spend it with my girlfriend."
Price had pulled him aside before family meal and handed him a bottle of champagne. "Make it good for her. She needs it." He intended to follow orders. Once they were closed up he'd corral her into his car and they'd spend the first day of the new year in bed with that bottle and a plethora of movies.
She settled into his arms, shoulders relaxing as she tucked her head under his chin.
"It'll be better this year." Not a question but a promise to herself.
"We'll make it better." He thought back to the folder of engagement rings he had saved. Maybe he'd just take her to pick one out as a surprise.
Out in the dining room they started counting down.
He took her chin between his fingers and tilted her head up.
"I love you, Neen."
"I love you, Kyle." Water was gathering around the edges of her eyes.
He kissed her early. Wanted to spend the last seconds of this year and the first few of the next with her mouth on his. She held the front of his chef's whites tightly, straining the buttons. It would be a better year. He'd go to culinary school, she'd make the move to Alejandro's bakery, they'd get engaged, eloping sounded nice. No pressure of family though his mum might be upset about it.
She tasted like mint and whatever liquor Johnny must have snuck her a shot of. They both smelled like sweat and food and grease and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
Rambunctious cheers came from the dining room and he still refused to let her slip away from him. Just a couple more seconds.
She finally broke, laughing softly.
"Trying to suffocate me so soon?"
"Can't get enough of you, sometimes."
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year. Now you can go get that Malbec." He let her go but not without a quick smack to her arse as she walked away.
