Gift of the Gab

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     “Well, it’s just cheaper to make it yourself, you know. And why shouldn’t I get drink for less money? They don’t let us accept drinks from clients at the club, you know. I have to take shortcuts where I can,” Allan explained, his tone half-teasing. His eyes wandered briefly from her face and he spied the luminous dial of the clock on his side table: he started at the late hour. 

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     Suddenly it was all happening too quickly - the touch of Merida’s fingers on his member changed to the sensation of her wet slit against the tip, and before Allan knew it he could feel the warmth inside her, and he groaned in surprise and pleasure at the feeling. He wanted to push inside her more urgently, to thrust his hips forward desperately and hold her so tightly to his body that there wasn’t the slightest distance between them. But he held back. At least, at first: it took him a shaky breath and a few seconds of him closing his eyes and relaxing before he could move into Merida again, and his whole body went with him.

“Yes. Fear The Notebook. I’ve never liked it anyway,” she said as she pushed herself from the door frame. Instead of joining him, though, Merida leaned over the back of the couch and peered down to him. Her hand slipped into his, fingers entwining and holding gently. “Too corny, if ya ask me.” She opened her mouth to tell him not to tell one of the girls, but then remembered he had yet to meet her friends. Being as they had only made their relationship official tonight, there was not anything wrong with having delayed it, but she did wonder what her friends would think. He was right, there was a distinct difference between him and the guys she had dated in the past - a lawyer, teacher, and a convenience store manager, even one of her father’s co-worker’s sons. But there was nothing wrong with that. “I like that you’re different, Allan,” she said, running her free hand up and down his arm slowly, absentmindedly. “You’re fun and make me smile, something not all of the other guys could say they ever did.”  A kiss was pressed to his knuckles before she nuzzled her cheek against the back of his hand. “Maybe that means something good for us, eh?”

     He smirked. “Is that the horror-style sequel? Fear the Notebook? Sounds like a film I can get way more into, if you ask me,” Allan told her. Her fingers twisted into his and for a moment he was struck with the spontaneous thought to pull her over the back of the couch and into his lap, but the man thought better of it. He didn’t really want to injure her in that kind of way, and so soon after they had officially become an item. And beside - it might hurt him just as much, or at least leave unsightly bruises. Hardly the type of thing he wanted to show off at work.