「.gasoline.」

“Well,” Viktoria tried to keep her smile to herself. She didn’t want to laugh at the person outright. “On that, our opinions certainly differ.” Which, to Miss V, was not a bad thing at all. She might have sounded a bit smug, but that was here nor there. Even if she thought the other viewpoint absurd. Of course, she could have misunderstood, too. Either way a good debate never hurt anybody in her eyes. In fact, it made for quite the interesting spark to light the fire. 

"Which to some people would be a bad thing. In this case, it seems to be more of an agree to disagree.” Dahlia shrugged. She had poured her all into her last point only to have the woman across from her effortlessly shoot it down, in a way. Clearly she had a lot to learn about this lifestyle, of which the literature she perused was doing more harm than good; if she went along with Viktoria’s perspective that is. Was experience truly the better teacher than other means Dahlia employed-- be it literature or media? She had a lot to consider as is. “After-all, if not for our differences in general, the world would not be a fascinating place to live.”

Garrett appreciated the way she tried to put him at ease. He didn’t know why he was as on edge as he was. It was just Dahlia and he knew he could trust her with anything. He let out a groan as he felt her lips on his neck and he lifted his head so she could get better access. He felt her bite, knowing it would leave a mark, but enjoying the possessive nature of it. “Maybe just a little. I don’t know why.” He admitted unable to explain it himself. Her teasing was driving him crazy and the way she ground herself against him had him in ecstasy. “I don’t even know where to start.” He said a little in awe, glad she guided his hands up towards the back of her bra. He undid it quickly, helping to pull them off of her before letting his hands cup her breasts. He squeezed them gently trying to let himself enjoy everything in the moment.

Garrett tried not to be distracted when Dahlia started to mirror his own actions. She was so stunning, it was hard not to, but he managed to finish his task at hand, He immediately followed her order, pulling his pants down to reveal the obvious tent in his boxers. He left them on for now, figuring she might want to do the final reveal herself. He took a shaky breath in as she took her place again, his cock clearly resting against her as she took her familiar position on his lap once more. His hands rested on her waist once more, as he bit his lip looking at her. He needed to be on his best performance because he wanted to impress her more than he had with any other mistress so far.

Garrett was definitely glad he took the time to clean up as they continued to make out. Even with the movie still playing in the background, he was completely caught up in the way she touched him, arms seemingly wrapping all around him. His own found their way to rest on her back, playing with the hem of her shirt softly. He hadn’t had this intimate a moment with anyone yet and he was thankful Dahlia was giving it to him.

There was an added passion as they kissed again, something that was quickly consuming Garrett at the same time. He happily accepted her tongue giving her access as she started to dominate their kiss. He took a sharp breath as he felt her hands trail down his chest, before feeling her on his bare skin. He pulled back for just a moment before taking his shirt off entirely. He didn’t want to hold them back anymore, and more importantly, he wanted more of her touch.

                                        ↳ Dahlia Forbes + GENERAL

He chuckled enjoying the compliment. Although he didn’t doubt her sincerity, he couldn’t help but objectively think that next to her he’d look like road kill. He didn’t think himself ugly, but instead she was just so far out of his league. “I’ll take what I can get.” He said quite thankful for her company. He felt comfortable enough with her that he’d be willing to do just about anything.her mischievous eyes had him just a little curious what was hiding behind him, but he didn’t think much of it as they sat together. “You’d definitely be the hottest porn start.” He said though he had to admit, he would probably feel a little jealous at everyone being able to see her like that, even though he had no basis for that jealousy.

Hearing his name fall from her lips so seductively was something he was not prepared for. Feeling her hand on his chest so intimately, he chuckled as she kissed his jaw, a low rumbling escaping. He was trying to hold back his lust that had been steadily growing for a long time, their bond unlike anything he had with anyone else in this place.  “Dahlia..” He let out as he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her. He didn’t hesitate a moment as he leaned in, kissing her softly.

Anticipation coursed through her, face hovering near his as she waited for his move. There was a second where she wondered if she had read the signs wrong. Her doubt was in vain however. Dahlia’s hands rested on his shoulders for balance as his lips met hers. The actress returned the soft press of his kiss, hands sliding along his shoulders towards his neck. Her fingers gently threaded into the hair at his nape, lips smoothly brushing against his. 

Dahlia planned to keeping the pace he set, the last thing she wanted was to overwhelm him. How much longer she could stay true to that would be a test within itself. Dahlia paused, pulling back slightly taking a breath before she began kissing him again with fervor. Humming against his lips she deepened the kiss, tongue taking residence in his mouth. Her hands left his hair, to glide down his chest like before, except this time she took her time exploring until she came to the end of his shirt. Deft fingers slipped beneath to brush against his bare skin. 

“I certainly do. Why else would you keep me around, except for my excellent sense of humor.” He smirked though he had to agree with her assessment. “I think that goes without saying. I don’t think anyone has anything on you.” He was no movie connoisseur by any means, but she truly was talented and always looked exceptionally regal in her parts. He only learned of her when she showed him, he was quite dumbfounded the entire time. She would easily have become his favorite actress even if he hadn’t met her, and she would easily have been an actress he’d have a crush on too.

“Oh, absolutely.” He said as he turned his eyes back to the couple in a loving embrace. It would take a lot more than that to make him uncomfortable, and besides, he was quite enjoying the show he was being given. “There’s no need. We can keep watching this.” He said as he started to relax against her comfortably. “I don’t really care what we do as long as we’re enjoying ourselves.”

Garrett had become quite a charmer with his words, Dahlia noted as she too nestled into his side. "You’re not bad to look at, so I suppose that’s another factor.” Her shrug nonchalant as she continued to play the part of indifference. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Blue eyes shone with mischief as she looked at him. Once she gained his approval for the current genre of entertainment, she set the remote down onto the coffee table. “Does that mean you think I’d make a good porn star?” Dahlia mused. The blonde swiftly moved from sitting beside Garrett to straddle his lap. 

“Oh Garrett,” she moaned theatrically, pattered after the woman’s on the screen behind them. Her hands rested on his shoulders briefly before running down the front of his shirt. Dahlia leaned in as if she were going to press his lips to hers, instead she trailed fleeting kisses along his jaw, then down the curve of his neck where her teeth nipped playfully. Laughing she pulled back, staring into his eyes a moment, hands adjusting her hair. The mood around the pair subtly shifted as she caught the look in his gaze, the laughter died upon her lips. Dahlia’s gaze pointedly dropped to his lips then flicked back up to meet his gaze. “Kiss me.”