ikissdhimbck | OOM: Room #100 -- For Tommy Gavin

If she's capable of making a sound like that, then as far as he's concerned, it's just something to aim for.

"So, I'm guessing it's okay?" he says grinning, as he starts work on his side of the cake, a forkful of creamy goodness followed by one of the smaller strawberries lining the edge.

She flicks her dark eyes to his face, licking some of that sweet strawberry sauce from the corner of her mouth.

"Divine."

Strawberry syrup was probably invented just so that men could watch women lick it from their lips. (Same thing with maraschino cherries, which serve no other purpose than to make men stare at women while they eat them.)

"Glad you think so. This much sugar's probably gonna keep you up all night, but it's definitely worth it."

He innocently swipes a smudge of cheese off the back of his thumb with the tip of his tongue. What? This cheesecake is gold. Every morsel must be savored.

"Mm, that wasn't your plan?"

She spears another bite, sneaking an innocent look at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips curl around her fork.

She watches his tongue slide across his thumb.

"Should I get you a napkin?"

He tilts his head from side to side. "Maybe. Maybe not." Flicking her a half-wink, he slides his fork from his lips.

"And using a napkin? Would be a waste of cheesecake. Lou would agree with me." He pops another strawberry into his mouth.

She grins.

She doesn't know if it's the cheesecake, the company, or the combination of the two, but she's actually in rather fine spirits. It's rare that her smiles make the corners of her eyes crinkle, but tonight she can't seem to stop.

"I do believe you're right. He's sure got a sweet tooth, huh? Sweetheart."

Her fork comes dangerously close to invading his side by illegally crossing the Prime Cheesecake Meridian.

"I'll fight you for that big strawberry in the middle."

"Lou is just one big giant sweet tooth in human form." And yeah, a sweetheart, too, but Tommy's not going to say that aloud. He'll stick to referring to him as 'a nice guy.'

He then arches an eyebrow at her, bemused.

"You wanna fight me...for the strawberry? Heh. Sure, why not."

The way he figures it, this could be a win-win situation.

"Y'could jus' hand it over nice an' easy."

She's using her calm, sweet, outlaw voice, carving out a bite around her target. But the flash in her eyes as she leans close, resting her free hand on his thigh, is neither of those first two things.

"I fight dirty."

Hand it over...nice an' easy...

His jaw hangs open a little and his eyes lock with hers as her hand comes to rest on his thigh. A distinct tingle courses down his spine.

That could get him to hand over damn near anything she wants.

"Oh, yeah?"

If there's any challenge in his tone, it's eclipsed by his eagerness to see just how dirty she fights.

"Mmhmm."

She's probably enjoying this a little too much. To be fair, though, her playfulness was almost entirely innocent until she got that reaction out of him.

It's all on his head for encouraging her.

"I could hogtie you ... "

Her eyes dip to his strawberry-pink lips. She slowly leans in, giving the corner of his mouth a kiss so slow it's hard to tell whether her lips or her tongue come first. She sucks the sweetness from his skin.

" ... Leave you outside for the buzzards t'find."

His heart starts racing and his throat runs dry.

Sitting almost absolutely still, his eyelids flutter as she presses her sweetened lips and tongue to the corner of his mouth. His breath is hot and quick on her cheek, every nerve on edge as if she were a rattlesnake holding him enthralled.

"Uh... Maybe not the buzzards thing, but the tying-up thing, I could totally go with that..."

He'll feel her smile first, followed by the hot exhalation against his skin. She laughs softly, opening her eyes to seek out his attention. This close, she could stare into his eyes forever.

"You're not puttin' up much of a fight."

Pulled out of some kind of Wild West fantasy he didn't even know he had, he turns his head slightly, meeting her eyes, smiling and just a little breathless.

He slides one hand around her waist with a fond, light touch. It's different, but infinitely nicer, to not feel a corset under her clothes.

"Would it be more fun for you if I did?"

Her eyebrows arch slightly, that smile spreading until she looks like a kitten in cream.

"I'm jus' talkin' about strawberries."

She's the innocent party, here! Never you mind the way her hand slips to his inner thigh before going around his neck, her movements smooth and languid.

She settles herself in his lap.

"I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout."

"I'm..."

Words. What are they? How do you use them?

His hands inevitably find their way to her waist, her hips, her thighs and back up again, fingertips slipping in between the waistband of her pants and the hem of her hoodie in search of bare skin.

"I-- can't remember what I was talkin' about."

She makes a considering noise — a low hum in the back of her throat.

Turning her head, she carefully twists toward the cheesecake, reaching out to snag her quarry between two nimble fingers.

His hands find their way under her camisole, and she gasps. With her body angled the way it is, he'll see the way her stomach constricts, the muscle running the length of her neck tightening.

It doesn't take much. Just skin on skin.

"Well. Then I guess that makes this mine. Fair an' square."

She straightens, biting into the sticky strawberry.

He can't take his eyes off the lines and curves of her upper body under her almost tissue-thin camisole as she twists and leans back. His thumbs sweep against her sides, her skin soft yet sensuously taut.

Jeezus.

Exhaling a heated sigh, his gaze becomes fixed on her teeth biting into the fruit, the syrup and juices staining her lips.

"You win."

And the victor sits upon her throne, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. She takes her time eating, letting her gaze sweep over his face. His eyes, his mouth, his jaw; the bob of his adam's apple, the hollow of his throat.

"You gonna do anythin' about it?"

She sucks syrup from her thumb.

An eyebrow arches as his eyelids narrow, a sly smile spreading his lips.

"Depends. You want me to?"

He slowly slips one hand up her back, palm pressed flat against her skin.

She sucks in another breath, shivering. Her pupils grow a touch larger.

She chews on her bottom lip.

"Can I ask you somethin'?"

She traces his lower lip with her index finger, still sticky with strawberry sauce.

"What'd y'come up here for?"

The tip of his tongue trails after her finger. He catches it between his lips, briefly sucking at it before letting it slip free.

"I told you. I wanted to see you."

That was the original intention, at least.

"Just t'see me?"

Her eyes linger on his lips. She smiles softly, keeping her voice low and sweet.

"Not t'touch me?"

She shifts in his lap, drawing herself lower and closer until their mouths are only inches apart.

"Not t'kiss me?"

He inhales sharply when she shifts, and swallows hard when she brings her lips close to his.

In a breathy murmur he replies,

"I just figured that the touching and the kissing would follow the seeing. It's working out pretty good so far."

His eyes briefly flick up to hers, sharp and devilish, before he immediately closes the gap between their mouths.

She draws in a steadying breath, eyes slipping shut to savor the taste of him. Salty and sweet, wicked and divine.

Her hand curls in his hair, and after a few moments she slowly pulls back.

"Then I guess y'have your answer."

She wouldn't have agreed to seeing him if she didn't know what she was getting into.

She smirks against his mouth.

He tingles with the lingering warmth of her mouth as he licks away their mingled sweetness, the tip of his tongue brushing her lips in the process.

There's a few moments of indulging in the way her bare skin feels, her warm breath, her fingers in his hair.

Then, keeping that one hand pressed to her back, his other hand circles 'round to grab her ass, and holding tight, he stands, easily lifting her up as he counts on those thighs of hers to wrap around him.

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