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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"I am enjoying the view," Krem said, letting his eyes rake over her appreciatively and smiling to meet her smirk. "But I'll leave that up to you. I've no plans to put anything on, frankly."

He leaned up and kissed her, sweetly, giving her side a squeeze before he trailed out of the bedroom and left her with the decision of whether or not she'd put any of her clothes back on or not.

"You're wearing slightly more than I am," points out Adaline, watching his ass in his briefs as he walks away from her. She lies on the bed for another moment, her blonde hair tousled across the pillow. Eventually, though, she does push up off the bed. She has a gauzy scarf in her purse; she slips it around her hips like a sarong which doesn't hide things so much as obscure.

"That cake smells incredible," she says, stepping out into the lounge, stretching bare arms up over her head.

In the kitchen, he was finishing dressing the cake. It was always a bit of a rustic looking thing, and now was no different. He didn't try and make it something it wasn't. When Adaline came out of the bedroom, he cut his gaze over to her, admiring the image she made: some beautiful painting come to life, elegant lines and the drapery of cloth marking the illusion of modesty that wasn't there.

He finished dressing the cake and sliced it into equal portions, bringing her a plate with slice and fork. "Coffee or tea? More wine? I should check the lamb, probably."

"We're eating in reverse," she says, teasing as she slides into a chair at the table. "More wine I think, please." She picks up her fork and takes a bite of the cake. Her eyelashes flutter. "If I hadn't already let you see me naked, I definitely would now."

He smiled and grabbed the bottle of wine and their half discarded wine glasses, as well as his own plate and fork, coming to the table as well to join her. He poured her a glass of wine and sat, pouring his own.

"Are you really complaining about doing this in reverse?"

Once he was settled, Adaline lifts long bare legs and slides her feet in his lap while she eats her cake.

"I'm not complaining about anything," she says, her mouth quirking into a smirk as she reaches for her wineglass. "Would I?"

With one hand busy digging into his cake, he dropped the other to her foot, rubbing gently but with a presence that he hoped wouldn't tickle her. He wasn't particularly familiar with rubbing feet, and definitely not one handed. But he could try his best.

"You certainly don't seem like you have much room to complain at this point. Cake and wine and all that."

She'd really only slid her feet in his lap to maintain that sense of contact but she's not going to complain when he starts rubbing her feet with strong fingers.

"Cake. Wine. Company." She smiles. "Nothing to complain about."

"Always good to know my company's acceptable enough to pass muster," Krem said with a laugh, setting down his fork to pick up his wine glass and take a sip. He smirked around the edge, sliding his hand slowly up Adaline's foot to her ankle, her calve, than back down again.

"Perfectly acceptable so far," she says, enjoying a pleasurable little shiver as his hand slides over her skin. "The cake is definitely helping." She laughs a little, her hair slipping forward to curtain the curve of one bare breast.

"I'm sure my mother would be proud to know her recipe is being well received," Krem said with a lazy sort of smile. He left his hand, casually, on top of Adaline's shin, and focused almost entirely on his slice of cake and glass of wine. As if he were entranced by the way her hair skated across her skin and against her nipple like that.

"Definitely had my compliments," she says, chewing another bite of her cake, enjoying the zest of it on her tongue. She caught her hair back and combed it with her fingers, gathering the whole fall of it over one shoulder. It does very little to disguise her nakedness.

He was sure he ought to get up, check the lamb again, make some effort to finish the dinner that he had invited her over to have. It would be the proper thing to do, the polite thing. Instead, he was watching her fingers in her hair and thinking about them in his own; thinking about the shape where her ankle met her calve; thinking about kissing the taste of lemon and wine out of her mouth and wondering if he could get her off a third time, right there on his dinner table.

He didn't think he'd ever let himself think quite so filthily about someone before. It was rather nice, in its own ways, even if he found himself getting a little embarrassed as well.

He blushes; Adaline notices it when she looks up. One eyebrow raises and she sets down her fork, and lifts her wine, smiling a little against the edge of the glass. It really is delicious; she catches herself wondering what it might taste like splashed on skin.

"What?"

"Just letting my imagination run away from me," he said softly and chuckled, looking down for a moment, like there was something to be ashamed of in that. "It's quite overactive enough without a lovely house guest, honestly."

Adaline smiles wider, moving her foot so that her toes brush against the bare skin over his ribs.

"Now I just want to know what you were imagining that made you blush like that."

"Am I not allowed a single secret? I still haven't made it through the last set of things I wanted to do to you," Krem said mildly, glancing down at her hips like he could check out her backside while she was sitting on it. He took a bite of cake off his fork and sucked on the tines vaguely, tongue pressed to them, expression vaguely thoughtful.

"...I suppose I could combine the ideas."

"I'll allow you to maintain a sense of mystery," says Adaline, swallowing the last little bit of her wine and setting down her class. She leans back in her chair, arms folded loosely across her chest. "But I'm very difficult to surprise."

"You make it sound like I'm going to spring things on you when you're walking home at night, trying to startle you," Krem said with a bit of a laugh. He smoothed his thumb along the arch of Adaline's foot, dragging it down from his rib to plant her foot gently against his crotch. "Maybe I just don't want to give you a treatise of every lewd thing I want to do to you."

Adaline bites her lip when he guides her foot into place, pressed snug against the fabric of his briefs. She uncrosses her arms, twisting her hair up into a knot on the back of her head before she lets it all spills down again.

"I can accept that," she says.

He rubbed the top of her foot gently, keeping it in place against him, radiating warmth. He lingered in finishing his cake, as if he wasn't watching the way her breasts shifted when she moved, the softness of her stomach, the shift of her thighs under her acarf. She looked like a Tevinter dancer. Once, Krem had learned to dance with scarves. He would not have looked nearly so soft and graceful.

When he'd finally finished his cake and wine, he gently pushed the plate aside, then let up his hand from her foot. He crooked his finger at her a little, calling her toward him.

While she's flexible, Adaline takes her foot down before she slides out of her chair, the fabric of her scarf whispering around her bare thighs as she slips into his lap instead, curling her arm around his neck.

"Had enough respite?"

Krem smiled as Adaline slid into his lap. He pushed her hair off her shoulder and onto the other, exposing her skin to him so he could kiss her neck and shoulder and arm. His fingers skated down her spine, down and down to the curve of her ass where she sat on his leg. Slowly, he reached to the knot she'd tied in the scarf and loosened it, so he could touch skin instead.

Adaline tips her head back, giving him all of the room that he could want to move. The fabric around her hips slips lower and she bites her lip at the warm, broad touch of Krem's hand.

He continued to kiss at her neck and shoulder, slow and gently, fingers squeezing at her ass. He rubbed his fingers in soft circles over her skin, kneading in gently, running his fingers underneath her to rub at her cunt for a moment and then back, teasingly, between the cleft of her ass, before he went back to simply fondling her. It was all a tease of a touch, deliberately light and tempting.

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