LET US WARM YOU UP

Tom smiled and shook his head "I promise I'm not trying to get you drunk..." he trailed off and winked at her. Two could play the game of teasing... He opened the can and took a long sip, it was cold outside but there was a fire in the house and he felt a little bit hot, or maybe it was Cami that was making him squirm. "So, do you think your parents will be here soon?" he asked a little bit anxious, he was afraid of spending alone time with the beautiful woman because she was so tempting.

"Oh no, they'll be gone most of the night. Don't you know how they like to party?" First it'd be dinner, then some dancing, then a bar, hell - it was just as likely that they'd never come home before the sun rose. Cami was sure of it. She smirked at the idea of being alone with him that long before she too popped open the top on her can and took the first sip. It wasn't good, but it'd do the trick of getting her tipsy if she allowed herself to have enough. And hopefully it'd loosen him up some. She lent back casually and eyed him over the rim. "It'll just be me and you. Scared?"

valentina  softly  gasped  into  the  kiss  as  he  quickly  lifted  her  off  the  ground,  her  legs  moving  to  wrap  around  his  torso  and  her  arms  still  wrapped  around  his  neck,  though  now  loosely.  a  breathy  laugh  escaped  her  before  she  captured  his  lips  again,  fervently  and  desperately  ⸻  as  if  she  was  starved.  in  a  way,  she  was,  she  supposed.  the  strawberry  blonde  groaned  into  the  kiss,  and  when  she  felt  comfortable  in  his  arms  strong  hold  on  her,  she  unwrapped  her  own  from  his  neck  to  work  at  the  buttons  of  her  blouse  ⸻  undoing  them  and  revealing  her  decision  to  forgo  a  bra  all  together.

"Where is this repair you need me to take care of?" He husked in her ear. He let his hand slide down and rest over the curve of her ass. He glanced at the kitchen window. It wasn't fully open, but the blinds were parted enough to let in some natural light. "I'm not one to rush a job, but you told me earlier your husband would be home soon and my girlfriend will be expecting me home so we should take care of it while we can." He suggested.

was  it  wrong  of  her,  to  show  up  and  expect  him  to  just  do  as  she  asked?  perhaps,  but  she  was  used  to  getting  the  things  she  wanted  with  enough  persuasion.  though,  valentina was  surprised  when  no  more  questions  were  asked,  no  more  words  were  said  and  he  didn't  seem  to  need  more  pushing  from  her  ⸻  he  simply  grazed  her  skin  with  his  touch  before  pulling  her  into  a  kiss;  which  the  strawberry  blonde  quickly  turned  heated.  her  shoes  came  off  with  one  kick,  then  two,  just  before  her  arms  came  up  around  to  wrap  around  his  neck  and  pull  her  body  flush  to  his  own.

only  one  question?  this  was  already  going  better  then  she  had  thought.  "  breaking  the  gate  was  to  rub  in  his  face,  he'll  know  that  was  me  as  soon  as  he  gets  the  bill  for  my  car.  "  she  said  with  a  soft  laugh.  "  no,  you're  just  for  me.  "  and  she  meant  that,  truly.  valentina  had  no  intention  of  getting  him  in  any  sorts  of  trouble  that  would  lose  his  job  here  on  the  ranch,  she  had  no  plans  for  this  to  get  back  to  her  husband  in  any  way.  "  i  personally  do  not  wish  to  be  in  that  house  when  he  comes  crawling  back  smelling  of  liquor  and  perfume.  "

Sawyer wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being asked to be her little boy toy in way. But perhaps he shouldn't be so precious about it. All she wanted was to get back at the boss for being a dishonest man. He could respect that. So yeah, it really did seem like all he had was one question. And she answered it in a way that he deemed honest enough. So without further ado, the man closed the already dwindling gap between them and brought one hand to the woman's cheek, fingers grazing at the back of her neck in order to grasp her and pull her in. Sawyer didn't need words for this part - their lips simply crashed together and he allowed his body to run on instinct.

"Closest to the door." A simple answer. An honesty about himself that would reveal more than he'd perhaps like if one looked into it too deeply. Sawyer was always ready to go at a moments notice. The work boots by the door had been pulled on in a hurry more times than he could confidently count and all it took was one roll out of bed for him to be on his way. The job was everything. The lifestyle of living minimally was simply his normal. There hadn't been a woman in his space in quite some time. He stopped within the doorway and watched. "You thinkin' o' setting up shop in here or somethin'? Or you planning on stealin' it for yourself?" At this point he wasn't even criticizing, merely questioning.

it  wasn't  a  flat  out  no  ⸻  and  that  was  all  valentina  needed.  she  pushed  off  the  doorframe,  stepping  further  into  his  room.  her  eyes  glanced  around  nonchalantly,  until  she  was  just  before  him,  and  now  her  gaze  slowly  looked  him  over.  "  should  be  easy  for  you  ⸻  i  want  you  to  make  me  forget  i  have  a  husband  who's  out  there  fucking  his  assistant  right  now.  "  her  words  were  barely  above  a  whisper,  lips  parted  and  her  blue  eyes  now  locked  on  his  face.

Honestly, he should have seen this coming. But he had been too wrapped up in his own narrow sighted view of the world, happy to live and let live that he simply hadn't. It was all out in the open now though and he had a choice to make. Send her on her way, telling her that he wanted no part in their lovers spat or ... allow her to stay. Give her what she wanted. Live a little. He watched as she approached him and his head dipped down once she was close enough, eyes watching her face carefully all the while. "I got one question." Rather simple on in his mind. "You want this to rub it in his face? Or's it just for you?" One would get him in trouble, the other? Well he wasn't entirely sure just yet.

"You trust me." A statement rather than a question. A mere repeat of her words with no real motive behind them. He was a trustworthy guy, it made sense. After all this time, he had given her no reason not to believe that about himself but this admittedly was a new stage in their relationship. Sawyer licked his lips briefly before tilting his head to the side. "Could be a stupid thing ta do. Could be more dangerous than Jeb ya know. You don't know me." His voice was low now, teasing still in nature but with a deeper bass than before. Then, at her mention of pillow and blankets, his eyes flickered over her shoulder and he gave a small nod in that direction. "They're in the bedroom." It was true, but it was also a test.

"  no,  at  least  not  in  that.  "  she  mused.  she  didn't  care  who  her  husband  blamed  for  the  gate.  blame  her,  blame  the  horses  ⸻  whatever.  valentina  could  care  less  about  it  all.  her  husband  had  his  fair  share  of  mistresses  he  thought  he  kept  hidden;  the  blonde  considered  it  only  fair  that  she  have  her  own  fun  as  well.  "  i  had  other  ideas  in  mind,  but  perhaps  you're  not  as  inclined  as  i  assumed  .  .  my  bad.  "  yet,  valentina  was  unmoving  from  where  she  leaned  on  the  doorframe.

Alright, you know what? He'd bite. Sawyer watched the way her face changed as she stood there in the doorway to his bedroom. He heard the words that she wasn't saying beneath the ones that she was, and suddenly the choice to be curious kicked in. More than usual, and all at once. His face evened out from annoyance and melted more into resigned thoughtfulness for a moment before he nodded his head ever so slightly in her direction. " ... What do ya need me to do?" He wasn't about to commit to anything before he heard her plan of course, but she was one step closer to getting her way here. All she had to do was keep pushing.