krempuff | [for Adaline; April]

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[for Adaline; April]

Krem made sure that he had enough time to get home and shower before Adaline would be coming over. He didn't know, really, if she would be baking bread at his place as well, but he wanted to at least have enough time for that. It was a day he had off work, but he'd been at the gym anyway, which meant he'd gone harder than necessary, which meant he needed the shower even more than ever if he was going to have her over.

He was probably acting a damn fool about this. But it was worth making a good second impression. Just in case the first impression was just the wine talking.

Of course, since the lemon cake was a process, it still left him idling as he waited for Adaline to show up. He double checked that he'd texted her the proper building and apartment number, that he hadn't come across rudely. He tidied a little. He took off the cat's collar, just so she wouldn't spook Adaline--after all, there was no reason to assume Adaline would be able to see a ghost cat, like Krem could, so a floating collar would be awful strange. And then, he simply waited between steps of making the cake, as patiently as he possibly could, trying not to be nervous the whole time.

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The first time they'd done this, they'd been feeling each other out but, now, there's less of that - less of that uncertainty. His hand grazes up her side and Adaline arches a little, pushing towards her touch, making a soft sound into his mouth.

At her soft noise, he was only further encouraged. His hand slid up, cupping the side of her breast through the layers of her clothing and squeezing her deftly, a bit rough, as she had liked the other night they'd been together. He purred into the kiss, smudging his thumb as her breast until, even through the thickness of her dress, he could start to feel her nipple reacting to his touch.

"Do I get to leave you another mark tonight?"

Adaline bites her lip as he teases her nipple through her dress, as he squeezes her breast. Her cheeks flush and she slides her hand over his, encouraging.

"You can do whatever you want to me tonight," she promises.

"And if I just want to give you that mark and then have an utterly pleasant dinner, and some cake?" He grinned, cheeky, as he kept up the aggressive fondling she seemed to so enjoy. It all made him feel so bold, so reckless. He rather liked it.

And he, most assuredly, didn't want to just have dinner and cake.

Adaline laughs against his mouth, feeling flustered and bold. She raises one eyebrow and purses her lips.

"Well, I suppose that would be your prerogative."

"If would just be such a terrible waste of a good joint of lamb," he murmured speculatively, his hand skating back down her body, now to her hip. With her folded up so neatly, her skirts were a curtain of layers. For now, he kept his hand on her hip, rubbing and squeezing gently, as he kissed down her neck slowly.

"It won't keep?" Asks Adaline, pouting a little, tipping her head back to give him more room, pushing her fingers into his hair to cradle the back of his head.

"That depends," he said softly, and pulled back from her neck a moment to look her over for a moment. "Are you going to stay the night?"

Adaline looks at him for a moment, ignoring the shivering that starts in her core when he looks at her like that, asks a question like that.

"You know, I think we will."

"Then I think the lamb will keep," he said, and went back for her neck with a soft sort of smiling laugh. Now, he started to ruck up her skirt while he kissed at her, more bold than he'd been last time, but still with that edge of hesitation. Even if she'd said he could do as he'd like, he wanted her to have her control, to have her freedom to pull back if she needed. There was no reason for him to overpower her beyond what she wanted.

She tilts her head back again, giving him all the room in the world, lifting her hips a little to give him more room to ruck up her skirt, revealing the suspenders underneath. Her underwear is less structured than it was last time - a garter belt in place of a girdle. Addie tightens her fingers, giving his hair a little tug.

For now, Krem didn't do anything about her suspenders except trace his fingers across the taut straps of them, up her thighs until he could reach between her thighs and cup her crotch. He rubbed her slowly, a light, teasing brush of his fingers over her panties.

Adaline's breath catches in a little gasp, her hips jerking a little at the teasing touch. She's not wet enough to have soaked through her panties, not yet, but she knows she has to be close.

"Bold," she says, smiling.

"I seem to remember you were rather a fan of me being bold, Adaline," he murmured again the flutter of her pulse under her jaw. He scraped his teeth, the barest pressure of it, and shifted them on the couch just a little, so he could more easily shift between her thighs.

Gently, he rubbed up against her, fingers curled gently against her, still teasing her through her panties, and the bulge tucked down the front of his jeans a gentle reminder of his difference from any other man she might have been with, but he could press against her just the same as another, rutting into the crook of her thigh.

"Oh, did I?" says Adaline, affecting a dreamy, confused tone. "You might have to remind me." He shifts her so easily on the couch, slides between her thighs so neatly and Adaline smiles up at him, lifting her hips to the brush of his fingertips against her through silk. One hand stays in his hair, the other sliding down his side to his ass, squeezing just a little, pulling him in just a little tighter against her.

She'd be lying if she'd said this wasn't what she hoped for when she accepted the invitation to dinner.

"I could probably throw you over my shoulder," he speculated softly, sighing at the way that she handled him as well, the surety with which she moved. Without the soft haze of alcohol, everything seemed much clearer and more certain. He was much happier to softly speak his mind against her skin.

"Though, if I'm going to pin you down I'd prefer to do it against my bed and not against my couch."

Adaline has absolutely no doubt of that, with the breadth of his shoulders and the obvious strength of his biceps. She bites her lip over a grin.

"Oh, yes," she says. "Definitely the bed."

Krem lifted an eyebrow at Adaline slowly, looking at the way she was looking at him. Then, slowly, he took his hand out from under her skirt.

It took a moment of contemplation, really just to figure out the best place to stand and to grab her, before he finally shuffled out from between her legs, wrapped his arms around her securely and hoisted her carefully up off the couch.

The height difference did make it a bit of an awkward carry. He shifted her a bit, so she was more over both his shoulders rather than just one, and he was less likely to dangle her poorly. It did also mean he got to keep a perfunctory hand on her backside as he carried her to the bedroom.

Adaline makes an entirely undignified noise as he hoists her and, once he's got her settled across his shoulders, she finds that she can't stop laughing. She presses one hand across her flushed face.

"Oh, my God."

Krem laughed as well, bright and happy, and when he reached the bed, he eased her off his shoulders gently, before letting her down with a sort of flop that let her bounce onto the mattress. It made her skirt flutter a little, and he smiled at her, cheeks pleasantly flushed, before he climbed onto the bed after her.

"Alright?"

"I'm fine," she says, pulling him down for a kiss. "Just hoping that I really am about to be completely ravished."

He kissed her back, deep and thorough, smiling into it as he slipped his hands gently against her and then pinned them against the bed. He slotted himself between her thighs, but her skirt was in the way of things. Gently transferring both her fine wrists into one of his hands, he reached down, rucking her skirt up--and all the while, he kept kissing her, hungry and deep and smiling.

When there was nothing between them but her silken panties and his own clothes, the bulge of his packer in his pants, he pressed back against her, rubbing against her again.

Thoroughly held, Adaline arches but doesn't squirm against Krem's hold on her wrists. She spreads her legs to accommodate him between her thighs, tilting her chin to meet his kisses with equal hunger.

It's entirely unladylike, the way she grinds her hips up to meet his.

For a series of long, drawn out moments it was simply that: their bodies moving against each other, breaths mingling between hot, heavy kisses and her wrists caught in his fingers, pressed together like that.

With her skirt rucked up to her waist, it was easy to scrape the nails of his free hand along the inside of her thighs, to unhook her garter belt from her stockings. He grinned against her mouth.

She has rarely, in her life, been kissed so thoroughly. She flexes her fingers, still not trying to pull away from him because, honestly, why would she?

"Why is it..." She asks, a little bit breathless. "That I end up naked before you?" She isn't complaining, honestly, but it is deeply amusing.

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