Title: Lick It, Suck It, Slam It |
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“Don’t,” she gasps, “don’t, you’ll make me pee!” “What?” Weiss asks, feigning innocence. “It’s not my fault he didn’t see the sign!” A new fit of giggles attacks Sydney, and she puts her head down on her arms. When she finally calms down, she wipes the tears from her eyes and dares to look at Weiss. He’s grinning at her, clearly thrilled to have made her laugh so hard. “Thanks,” she says seriously. “I really needed…” “No, no, no, no, no!” he says, clamping a hand over her mouth. “We’re not even going down that road tonight!” She nods and pulls his hand away from her mouth. “You know,” she says, her expression playful, “you were taking your life in your hands doing that.” “Bring it on, Bristow!” “Oh I could so kick your ass,” she says, shaking her head. “Oh yeah?” he says with false bravado. She nods, grinning. “Well okay, yeah,” he concedes. “But it would be the most enjoyable ass kicking I’d ever had.” He nudges her with his shoulder, and she feels a tingle from his proximity. What the hell? From Weiss? Her buddy? Apparently he feels it too, because there is a sudden tension between them. “You know what we need?” he asks. “What?” “Tequila,” he says, motioning to Dave, the bartender. “Oh no, no, I don’t think tonight’s a good night for tequila.” “Every night,” he says as Dave approaches, “is a good night for tequila. Two.” “Okay, but this is it. ‘Tequila Girl’ is not coming out tonight.” “Whatever you say,” he says mischievously. “Ready?” She nods and licks her wrist as he does the same, and then battles him for the salt shaker. She wins and he has to re-lick. She watches with fascination as his tongue leaves a glistening trail on his skin, and wonders what it would feel like to have his tongue on her skin. She doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol, or something that has been building for awhile, but she decides to find out. “Lick it,” he says, salting his wrist and lifting it towards his mouth. She catches his arm mid-air and offers him her wrist instead. His eyes darken as he takes her hand and brings her arm to his mouth. He licks it slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. She shivers when he finishes, the air cool against her wet skin. She watches as he downs the shot of tequila, and sticks a lime wedge in his mouth, his eyes on her the whole time, his interest undisguised. “Your turn,” he says, nodding at her shot. She nods and takes his arm, bringing his salty wrist to her mouth. “Lick it,” she says, sliding her tongue against his wrist. She hears his breath catch and she grins. She isn’t sure what the hell they’re doing, but she isn’t in the mood to question it. She’s tired of thinking things over all the time. “Slam it,” he says, his voice husky. She lifts the shot glass to her lips and tips it back, trying not to taste it. She shakes her head at the bitter taste, as Weiss hands her a lime wedge. “Suck it,” he says as she bites down, the sour juice battling the bitter aftertaste of the tequila. A little juice dribbles down her chin, and Weiss reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb. She catches his hand and presses it to her cheek. His eyes cloud over. “Syd,” he begins, “What are we…” she stops him by cupping her hand over his mouth, just as he had done to her. “Let’s not analyze this, okay?” she asks. He looks at her for a long moment, his eyes dark. Then he nods and slides off his bar stool, stepping in between her legs. He puts his hands on her legs, his thumbs caressing her thighs. He leans in close, his breath hot against her neck. “I think we need a couple more shots after all,” he says, his voice rumbling in her ear. She shivers from the sensation, and nods. He gets the bartender’s attention, signaling for two more. Dave is quick to pour the tequila, smirking at them. She tries not to think about the implication of him seeing them hook up. They come to this bar rather often, it being within walking distance of their apartment building. The thought that Vaughn comes in here from time to time with Weiss crosses her mind, but she quickly vanquishes it. Tonight is not the night for thinking about him. Sydney’s distraction disappears when Weiss’ mouth ascends on her neck, his tongue leaving a wet spot. “Body shots,” he says, his lips brushing against her neck. “Mmmm,” she agrees, succinctly. She tilts her head toward her shoulder, giving him better access to her neck. He wets it one more time for good measure, then shakes salt over the damp spot, some of the crystals not sticking and rolling down into her cleavage. “I’ll get those later,” he murmurs. “Is that a promise?” “Oh hell, yeah,” he says, his left hand traveling up her leg and skimming her ass to rest on her waist. He pulls her even closer, the contact proving to her that he means it. She leans in to kiss his neck. “Hey,” he says, pulling away slightly, “it’s not your turn yet.” He licks the salt from her neck and quickly downs the shot of tequila, followed by the lime. She’s glad he hadn’t insisted on putting it in her mouth or her cleavage. The salt part of body shots is fun, the lime just cheesy. They look at each other, neither really sure what the next move should be. They both know that what they’re doing is dangerous, but the line has already been crossed. In truth, they’ve been tripping over the line for some time now. “I think I’ll take my turn at my place,” she says meaningfully. “Yeah?” he asks seriously. “Yeah.” They don’t waste any time getting back to Sydney’s place, but when she shuts the door behind them, Weiss pulls away from her. “Syd, are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. “Weiss, you have two choices,” she says forcefully, sliding her hands under his t-shirt. “You can stay here and have the best sex of your life… and I promise you, it will be the best sex of your life…” “I have no doubt.” “Or you can go back over to your place and take care of this,” she cups his erection through his jeans and he jerks at the contact, “yourself. Either way, we’ve already crossed the line. There’s no going back. The only question is whether you want to reap the benefits.” “Fuck, yeah,” he says as he cups her ass, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall. Sydney feels like she weighs nothing, and she marvels at the advantages of being with a big man. And they’ve only just begun. “Weiss, you big stud, kiss me now or lose me forever,” she says playfully, nibbling on his ear. Weiss pulls away from her and crushes his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding inside. Sydney kisses him back and thrusts her pelvis out, feeling that the man is big in more ways than one. He groans into her mouth, and thrusts hard in response, slamming her against the wall. Sydney suddenly feels something give behind her. She breaks the kiss and looks behind her in surprise. She starts to giggle and lays her head on his shoulder. “What?” he asks, confused. “We put a hole in the wall,” she squeaks out between giggles. “Oh shit!” he says, looking around her at the gaping hole in the paneling. “It wasn’t that hard!” His statement brings her giggles to a whole new level, and he starts to laugh with her. “I’ll show you how hard it is,” he says, grinning. He tightens his grip on her and starts moving them toward her bedroom. “You can fix that tomorrow,” she teases, nuzzling his neck. She runs her tongue along his jaw and up to his ear. They reach the bed and he lays her down, hovering above her. “Finally,” he grins, “you were getting pretty heavy.” “Shut up,” she says as she grabs his open button-up shirt and pulls him down to her. Their kiss is hot and fervent, but they take turns grinning too, and Sydney can’t help but think that it’s just the way it should be. No one makes her laugh and smile like Weiss, so why should being intimate with him be any different? But as they begin to remove each other’s clothes, they forget the laughter, both overcome with desire. She can’t get him undressed quickly enough, and it doesn’t take long before they’re lying naked together, Sydney’s legs wrapped around Weiss’ thighs. She’s distracted by the fact that his penis is grinding against her clitoris, but she makes note that she wasn’t wrong in her earlier assessment. He measures up. “Weiss, I want you,” she pants, thrusting her pelvis for emphasis. “I want you too,” he growls. “Do you, uh, do you have any condoms?” “What?” she says, pulling away. “Oh fuck. FUCK! No, I don’t… I don’t have anything. I haven’t needed…” she makes a frustrated noise as she pounds the mattress with her fist. “Hey,” he says, kissing her lips gently, “don’t worry. I live next door remember? I’ve got some at my place.” She perks up immediately. “You,” she says with a big smile, “are a fucking genius!” He returns her grin and gets up quickly, looking around for something to put on. He sees Sydney’s robe lying on a chair in the corner of the room and puts it on. It barely fits him, clinging really tightly to his body, and hanging well above his knees, but it does the trick. The color is what sets Sydney’s giggles off again. “You look good in buttercup,” she says with a smirk. “You like it?” he asks, shaking his ass at her. “Oh yeah,” she says in jest. “Now hurry up!” He follows orders and leaves and returns as quickly as possible. “I saw Mrs. Jacobs in the hallway,” he says as he discards the robe, “I said hi but she wouldn’t look at me. Why do you think that is?” Sydney laughs and pulls him back to bed. “I have no idea,” she says. Again their laughter dies away as they start to kiss, and return to where they left off. Sydney moans as Weiss starts to move down her body, kissing as much of her as he can. When he reaches his destination, she grabs his head. “Weiss? I appreciate the thought, but I don’t need that. I’m ready to go!” “Well then it’ll be quick,” he says with a grin. “Syd, you can’t deny me this. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about it?” “You have?” she asks, smiling. But her smile disappears as he lowers his tongue to her, making contact with her clitoris. She closes her eyes and lays back. He’s right, it doesn’t take long before she’s panting and writhing, her orgasm seizing her body. He moves up her body, looking thoroughly proud of himself. She gives him a smile of approval. “Still ready?” he asks, nudging her with his erection, showing her that he is. “Yeah,” she says, but she pushes him off her, rolling him onto his back. She reaches over to her bedside table where he sat the condoms, and tears one open. He moans at her touch as she rolls one over his penis, adding a couple of strokes to tease him. “Syd,” he whispers. She straddles him, and swiftly lowers herself onto him, both of them moaning at the sensation. When he’s fully inside her, she leans forward and kisses him, slowly this time. His hands move up to her hips, and she starts to move. She leans back, intensifying the pressure. He slides his hands up her stomach and to her breasts, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. “Weiss…” she hisses, “Oh God, Weiss…” “God Syd, you’re so… uh, you’re so amazing,” he says, moving his hand back down her stomach to the patch of hair that meets his. She whimpers as his fingers find her clitoris. She’s close to having another orgasm, and she can tell by the look on his face that he’s just holding out for her. She holds her breath as she climaxes, Weiss following right behind her. Weiss pulls her down to him and kisses her as her body goes limp on top of him. She moves off of him and curls up next to him on the bed. Her arm is slung around his waist and her head rests on his chest. “Well,” he mumbles into her hair. “Well what?” she asks, tilting her head to nuzzle his neck. “That was something we don’t usually do.” She laughs and kisses his jaw. “True.” “Is it, uh…” he says, searching for words. “Is it something you’d want to do again?” She pushes herself up on one elbow to look at him. His expression reflects his uncertainty, and she finds it endearing. “What, now?” she asks with a smirk. “No, not now, smart ass,” he says, smiling back at her. She kisses him, trying to erase his doubts. She has no regrets about what they’ve just done, and she hopes he doesn’t either. Sure, they’ve got some things to work out, some things to talk about. But she doesn’t want to go back to the way things were. There’s obviously something between them, something beyond the friendship they’ve already built. It’s not the same kind of intense relationship that she once had with Vaughn, but it also lacks the angst that accompanied it. There’s something to be said about a relationship built on friendship and laughter. She pulls away and gives him a brilliant smile. “Definitely.” END
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