#stuart fics

Coming home on a Friday night was your favorite part of the week. You’d worked hard all week, wearing heels you knew you couldn’t even walk in, staring at a computer screen all day until your eyes were red. You loved Friday nights. You’d always walk in, kicking off your heels before taking your jacket off. The TV would already be on by the time you’d crossed the room, the dent in your couch ready to be sunk into. You’d always stop by the kitchen first, putting away groceries and grabbing yourself the biggest wine glass you could find. You’d eat and clear a bottle of wine before your body told you it was too late to be staying up. You’d climb into bed, tired from the week and fall into sleep, the city bustling around you.  

Until tonight. You loathed her, you loathed the co worker that was leaving so you don’t know why you agreed to coming out for her going away party. “Oh sure, I would love to come!” You had responded, your tone just a tad too eager. She bought your sarcasm, excitedly telling you where to meet and who was going to be there. “So it’s most of the department, some people from sales are going to be there, I'm not sure. We’re going to Miko’s first for some cocktails and then we’re going to hit the clubs. Are you sure you’re up for it? I know you have meetings all day?” She sounded too hopeful, too eager for you to come. “Sure.” You winced, her squeal echoing through the receiver. “Well I’ll meet you there at 7? Are you bringing a date?” You sighed, noting once again how painfully single you were. “No.” You bit back, slightly aggravated at the question. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” She whined as you rolled your eyes, wishing for the phone call to end. “Well maybe you can meet someone tonight, I’ll be your wingwoman- that’s if my hubby doesn’t mind!” She made you want to gag. “Okay, well I’ll see you tonight at seven!” You sighed, rushing the conversation before you hurled the phone at the wall. “Dress to impress!” She rang out as you said bye repeatedly. You groaned as the call clicked off, your head hitting your desk. Tonight was going to be a bundle of fun.  

Standing in front of your mirror you did the final checks, making sure you had your bag and plenty of money. To be fair it was almost too much but you needed to be drunk to deal with her. She was completely insufferable and everyone else that was there would be just as bad. You walked to your kitchen, walking past the dent on your couch, wishing to fill that spot but you just grabbed your wine, having a glass as you waited on your cab. You wish you had put on flats or ideally slippers but you had to ‘dress to impress’. You thought the red skin tight plunge neckline dress you had was almost too much for the occasion but you felt particularly nice in it, no matter how tired you were. You swirled your wine as your phone rang, the cab waiting downstairs. You tottered to your door, already feeling your feet swell. Great. You downed your wine, the kick hitting you as the cold air hit your face. But at least it dulled your sour mood some.  

Miko’s was a real nice place, far fancier than you had thought it would be. It was supposedly the best drinks in town. No wonder Sarah was so demanding when she said dress to impress. You walked through the door, the place packed as you weaved through the crowd. You spotted Sarah, her arm around a gigantic man, clearly twice her height. Oh so that’s her sugar daddy, you thought dryly to yourself as you walked to her. You plastered on a fake smile as you embraced her in a hug, not wanting her to see how much you’d rather be in your dressing gown. She made chit chat as you stood at the bar, your eyes pleading with the bartender as she waffled on. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight! It’s not often that you come out!” She laughed as you smiled. “Yeah, I usually like to spend Friday nights watching shit TV and relaxing but here I am!” You said a bit harsher than you had meant to. Her face dropped before she smiled, her grin spreading across her red cheeks. “Well it means a lot that you came!” She laughed before turning round to her husband. You bit back a smirk, leaning against the bar, your fingers drumming along the bar.  

“You know drumming along the bar is only going to get you served last.” A deep voice spoke from behind you. You laughed, turning to meet the eyes of the deep voiced stranger. Your voice caught in your throat as you drank him in. Whiskey brown eyes stared over you, a smirk on his lips as you turned, your smile widening as you spoke finally. “I used to be a bartender, I know that. I just really need a drink, it’s a bit crowded in here.” You laughed, your eyes taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered in moles, a twinkle in his eyes beneath the thick frames. His lashes were long; almost batting against the glass, his lips pink as he bit back a smile. You don’t know whether it was the heat of the bar, or the wine you had before you got here but he definitely was something. “I don’t like crowds much, they’ve never really been my thing.” He laughed, the sound crackling like electricity in the space between you. He jerked his head, the beanie cladding his brown hair bobbing at the action. “I’m guessing you don’t either?” He asked you, your eyebrows shot up as you answered. “Well it’s not ideal, it’s just easier with a drink.” You laughed, your hand reaching out for his arm as you steadied yourself. You wobbled on your heels, his hands flying out to grab your waist. He caught you before you crashed to the floor. “You sure you haven’t had enough already?” You laughed as his hands smoothed over the curve of your hip. “I only had a few glasses of wine at home before I got here. Maybe I just need something to eat, or maybe I need to sit down.”

You looked around despairingly for a seat, a booth, heck even a box on the ground would be better than standing. “What are you drinking?” He asked, pulling you back towards the bar, his hand never leaving your waist. “Whatever you’re drinking is fine by me.” You blushed, appreciative of his forwardness. You gulped air as his fingers trailed over your dress, the heat of his fingers spreading through your body. “Two glasses of something strong.” He asked the bartender, his gaze turning back to you. “So do you have a name Miss I need a drink?” His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening as they found yours. “Imogen. You are?” He laughed, his hand pulling you closer to him. “I’m Stuart and at this point I'm pretty much your knight in shining armor” You giggled, your body buzzing at his touch. “How will I ever repay you!” He bit his bottom lip, looking away before turning back to whisper in your ear. “Well we’ll see how later, how about you come sit with me?” You nodded, taking his hand as he led you from the bar, to a booth across the room. You recognized the people in the booth, some people you’d seen at work. “Hey everybody, I made a friend!” Stuart exclaimed as you gripped your drink in hand. A guy you vaguely knew as Lyle smiled as the rest of the booth chorused hello’s. “You’re Imogen in marketing right?” He spoke, his brows furrowed. “Yes! You’re Lyle right?” He nodded, a dorky smile crossing his face. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the emails!” He laughed as you took a seat next to Stuart.

He looked baffled as you and Lyle talked, eventually looping Stuart into the conversation. “So you work at Google too?” Stuart asked, his glass pressed against his lips. You nodded, sipping yours, the cool liquid burning your throat. “Going on a year now! I got the internship last year, well my team did. One of them’s actually leaving tonight, that’s why I'm here.” You smiled, Stuart’s eyes roaming over you. “Didn’t peg you for a Googler.” You scoffed, vaguely offended. “And why’s that?” You asked, your body leaning closer to him, your drink making you braver. “Well Googler’s don’t look like you do.” You laughed, moving closer still. “Well I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult!?” He gulped, his mouth hanging open as his eyes trailed over your chest. “Definitely a compliment.” He gripped his glass tighter, raising it to his mouth before downing the liquid. “I need another drink, you need one?” You nodded slowly, your head rolling languidly back as you felt his hands on your thighs. You raised your glass, downing the last of the amber liquid before standing, your footing much more stable than before. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way his eyes were trained on your body. You leant over the table, your chest pressing against your arms as you reached for his glass before sauntering to the bar.  

He followed close behind, his hand finding your wrist. “Look, I think we can come to some sort of agreement on how you owe me for saving your life.” He spoke slowly, his lip catching in his teeth. “If you’re implying what I think you’re implying then I will still owe you for saving my life. Something owed is not usually something someone wants to do. If we’re on the same page, then I'm down if you are.” You licked over your lips, finding his eyes before batting them. “Oh, I’m down.” You smiled as you placed your glasses on the bar. “Now we need to be smart about this. I’ll make my excuses and you follow?” You explained, his eyes wandering over you. “Stuart, attention up here. We need to get out of here, I don’t think what I want to do is really deemed appropriate in public.” You smirked, his eyes widening. “You got it. And it totally is if you’re kinky that way.” You winked at him, his jaw dropping as you walked just past him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as you heard him mutter. “Who the fuck is this girl?”  

You laughed under your breath as you made your way to the door, Sarah crossing your path. Fuck. She smiled, drink in hand as she stumbled towards you. Classy. “Immieeee! Where are you going? The fun has only just started!” She slurred, her arms reaching for you. You groaned, clutching your stomach. “I don’t feel so great, honestly I think it was maybe something I ate? The tamales at lunch tasted off to me.” Sarah groaned, her own hands clutching at her stomach, her face suddenly pained. “I had the tamales too, oh god.” You nodded sympathetically, your chest heaving. “I just want to go home and let the sickness pass, you understand right?” You asked Sarah, your eyes pleading as you made yourself look as awkward as possible. “Of course hun! You go home, make sure you feel better! We’ll catch up soon!” She spoke softly, her words sluggish as she drank from her spilling glass. “Thanks Sarah, it was a pleasure working with you and all the best for the future!” You lied through your teeth, gritting them as she pulled you in for a sloppy hug. Her drink spilled down your dress and you recoiled. “Night!” You smiled, ignoring the increasingly wet patch on your dress.  

Walking out the front door into the cool air was refreshing. Music still flowed out the door, leaving you less lonely as you waited for Stuart. You weren’t waiting long as the door swung open, his tall frame appearing beside you. “So where to?” He asked, his long fingers adjusting his beanie. You stared at them, your mouth agape. “Back to mine for a drink?” You asked, hailing a cab as it zoomed past the bar. “Sure, I could go for a drink, I'm pretty thirsty.” He spoke dryly, his tongue flickering over his lips as he cast his eyes over the curve of your ass, his lips pouting as he noted the wet patch on your waist. His fingers reached gingerly for the material, trembling as he moved over the material. “Such a waste of a pretty dress. Don’t think it matters though, you won’t be needing it for much longer.” You shivered as the breeze picked up, your lack of a bra noticeable through the thin fabric of your dress. “Well we better get rid of it then.” You winked as the cab pulled over, Stuart reaching for the handle. “Ladies first.” He gestured into the cab, his pose gentlemanly, his eyes burning. “You just want to stare at my ass.” You laughed as he nodded, his tongue flickering over his lips. “I’m glad i’m so transparent. It means I won’t have to ask before I do something.” He smiled as your skin prickled, sliding onto the cool leather of the cab seats.  

“So where to?” The cab driver talked to you as he peeled off from the curb, Stuarts knees pressed against yours. You gave him your address watching Stuarts eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “You live in the same part of the city that I do” He spoke softly as you edged closer to him. “Well at least it will make this easier, if it was too reoccur.” You whispered in his ear, your lips coasting over his skin as you rested your hands on his thighs. You traced patterns in his jeans, the material rough under your fingertips as his breathing hitched in his throat. “You’re planning ahead.” He spoke, his voice shaky as you trailed your hands further up his thighs, your hands playing with the belt loops of his jeans. “Well I took a look at those hands and they won’t disappoint me. That mouth has me weak. So yeah, I'm planning ahead.” You smiled, your eyes flickering over his lips. He moved closer to you still, your bodies almost entwined in the back seat. “That’s more like a googler.” You laughed, your nose knocking his as you breathed him in. Your lips were almost touching, whiskey flavored kisses were almost upon you as the cab stopped, the light illuminating the dark back seat.  

“Here you guys go.” The cabbie turned to you, his eyes holding a blank expression as he looked over your compromising position. You felt his eyes burn into your skin as he took in the expanse of your thigh, your dress riding higher than you felt comfortable with. “Thanks.” You grinned, pulling the fabric down as you wrapped your jacket tighter around your shoulders. Stuart licked over his lips as you got out the car, flipping the driver off as he pulled away. “He sure got an eyeful” Stuart spoke quietly, his arm snaking around your waist as you walked him to your door. “Play your cards right and you’ll get a handful.” Stuart whistled under his breath as you unlocked your door, kicking your heels off the second you were through it. “You really don’t like wearing them huh?” He laughed, looking around your place, his eyes moving over every surface. “I’d rather claw my own eyes out with a rusty spoon but I wear em cause they make me look good.” You laughed, crossing the your living room to get to the kitchen. He followed suit, his jacket hanging by the door. You looked over him, his shirt clinging to his skin as you reached into your fridge. You stored your wine on the bottom shelf, bending over to get it, giving Stuart a great view of your ass. “You don’t need the heels.” He spoke quietly as you turned around, his eyes glued to your body.  

“Oh is that so?” You teased, moving closer to him as you undid the cork on your wine, reaching for two glasses on the shelf behind him. Your body brushed his as you moved past him, your dress moving against your skin in the most delicious way possible. His hands trembled by his side as he reached for the glasses, placing on them side behind you, before walking you back against the counter. His hands wandered over your hips, his fingers smoothing the material beneath them. “Definitely.” He whispered, his mouth dangerously close to yours, his eyes dark as he breathed heavily. You bit your lips as you stood on tiptoe, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved further down your hips until they hit your thighs, his fingers gripping you to his body, the hem getting shorter as the gap got closer. He crushed you to him, his lips ghosting across yours as you wrapped your fingers into his hair, ripping the beanie from him. His lips finally pressed against yours, whiskey flavored and warm, an intoxicating mix. You stayed wrapped in each other, your bodies frantic as hands explored every surface of one another. Stuart’s hands smoothed over your ass, his palm resting on the sensitive part on the lower of your back as he pulled his lips from yours finally. Your body was alight, every touch of his setting off a new fire. “I don’t know about you, but I could do with a drink.” You laughed, your face flushed red. “I want a drink of you.” He smirked, his glasses fogged up with your breath. Your lip caught in your teeth as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you onto the counter. You shivered as the cool surface hit your skin, his hot mouth trailing kisses over your neck as he slotted himself between your legs.  

You surged against him as he toyed with the straps of your dress, the material falling away as his mouth moved over your skin. Your neck rolled as his rough fingertips grazed your skin, pants falling from your open mouth. Moans filled the air as his lips kissed over your chest, his tongue flickering over your nipple. He smirked as you grabbed him closer to you, knotting your hands into his hair, his mouth greedy against you. His teeth nipped at you, curses and desperate hands. His hands stayed stoic on your hips, nails digging in, his own need growing against your thigh. “Stuar-” You gasped out as he pressed against you, his hips giving you some sort of friction that you needed. “Yes baby girl?” You pulled him from you, his eyes finding yours as you grabbed his hands. “Do something useful with those hands.” You demanded, your voice cracking as you gasped for air. “Or what?” He played, his eyes widening as you brought his hands to your mouth, your lips closing over his fingers. You rolled your tongue over them eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut. “Or you won’t get to know what that feels like in a place that matters.” You stated matter of factly, his eyes focused on yours. “If my fingers don’t matter then you don’t need them baby girl?” He asked as you pouted, your breath spiking.  

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” You whined as he dragged his wet fingers over your thighs, the slickness between your legs getting to levels of need that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Stuart please?” You asked, batting your lashes as his nails raked over the lace of your panties. “I like the sound of my name on your tongue. It’s filthy.” He whispered again, his fingers pressing against your cunt, as you whimpered. “Stuart-” You continued, his fingers pressing again, slowly tracing over your clit, the lace heightening the experience. “Baby, if you carry on, you’re going to be screaming it, not just whimpering it.” His tone was more dominant, his lips tight as he sucked the skin there, his fingers slowing to a standstill. You adjusted yourself, pulling your dress over your head until you were pretty much bare to him, the scraps of lace your only protection from his gaze. He sighed as he looked over you, your lips pushed out in a pout, your legs pulling him closer to you. “Stuaart, please baby.” You sang, your body screaming for relief as you saw something flash behind his eyes. “Well you asked so nicely baby girl.” You smiled, a grin spreading across your face as his fingers pressed against you again, trembling slightly as he held you in place.  

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all for me?” You nodded, his fingers pulling the lace away as you raised your hips. “I can’t hear you.” He said as he climbed to his knees, his glasses low on his nose. “It’s all for you Stuart.” You breathed, his breath fanning over your cunt, a shiver running through your body, making you feel like a live current. “Well I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth biting at the skin of your thighs as he peppered kisses until he arrived where you needed him most. You couldn’t speak, barely managing to breathe as he licked over you, lapping against your clit with his tongue. “St-” You choked, your breath catching in your throat as his hands reached over your hips. He drew patterns in your skin, his tongue moving in perfect sync with his hands. Your legs shook as he slowed, taking his time to drag his tongue down your folds before nipping at your clit.  

Curses filled the air, a mesh of moans and silent prayers as he buried himself between your legs. You reached for anything to anchor yourself, your body shaking, chest heaving with every breath. Your fingers slid against Stuarts shirt, clutching the material in your fists as his hands moved over you, his fingers circling your entrance. You bucked towards him, his digits dipping within you as you let a moan fall from your lips. He smiled, groaning against you, the vibrations running through you, your body lit up from the feel of his mouth on you. Your eyes screwed shut as he dipped his fingers again, curling at the knuckle as he scissored them open, massaging your walls. Your head fell back against the cupboard behind you, the sound barely noticed in the moment his fingers started to piston within you. “Stu-” You choked again, your orgasm creeping through your body, his tongue relentlessly drawing patterns your brain couldn’t comprehend. “Let it out baby.” He paused, his hands speeding up as he stood slightly, his lips pressing against your shoulder. “I’m-” He nodded, his thumb circling over your clit as his lips caught yours, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.  

Strangulated cries were muffled as his tongue delved into your mouth, his kiss drowning out your screams as he pressed on, his thumb rolling over your clit with reckless abandon, your legs trembling with every movement. Your head was spinning, the room hot and his body so close to yours as you fell. You spasmed, toes curled as your orgasm crashed over you, static in your mind as your body was overcome with sheer pleasure. Stuart slowed, his thumb stilled as his fingers pulled from you. You collapsed against him, your chest heaving as he pushed you back, his fingers raised to your mouth. “Do you want to taste how delicious you are baby? Truly the best drink in town.” He smirked, the smile quickly fading as you took his fingers in your mouth, licking them clean. You put on a show, your tongue moving over his fingers, his nails almost hitting the back of your throat as you bobbed your head. You pulled from him, only enough to push back, your tongue almost vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips thrusting forwards against your legs as you looked up through your lashes. You pulled from him, his fingers leaving your mouth with a resounding pop.  

You smiled, your eyes dark and hazy as you stood from the counter, your knees wobbling as you lost your footing. Strong arms darted out as he caught you, clutching you to him. “Maybe you should rehydrate yourself. It’s going to be a long night. After that baby girl you’re in for a fucking ride.” Stuart winked, reaching for the bottle behind him. You took it from him, swirling your tongue over the lip of the bottle before taking 4 deep gulps. “No glass?” He raised his brow at you, his hands returning to their place on your hips. “A glass isn’t gonna cut it.” You laughed, still holding the bottle as you walked him through your apartment. “I thought maybe, you needed some fresh air?” You asked as you opened the bay doors to your balcony, his eyes lighting up as you stepped out, the chill in the air setting goosebumps on your burning skin. You sank to your knees, spread out, your fingers playing with the freckles on your hips.

“I swear to god you aren’t even real.” He chuckled, stepping out into the cool air. You wasted no time, only just letting go of the bottle as you reached for his belt loops, pulling him closer to you. He looked down on you as you fumbled with the button on his jeans, his long fingers undoing it with ease. You looked up at him as you drank, your lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle. “You look so much better with something in your mouth baby girl.”  You smiled up at him as you toyed with the waistband of his boxers, your tongue licking over your lips as you pulled them down. Moles smattered his every surface, constellations on his hip bones as you smoothed over them, your fingers tracing over him. He shivered, but not from the cool air on his skin, but rather the touch of your hands on his cock. You took him in your palm, stroking slowly as you gathered the precum from the head of his cock, lapping it up eagerly. “Take it slow baby girl, I’m in no rush?” He cooed as you worked your lips over the head of his cock, his words cut short as he stuttered.  

You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed once more, his cock pressing against the back of your throat. You paused to swallow, your tongue flattening against him. “Don’t forget about your hands baby girl.” He stammered, his words punctuated with moans, his breathing coming fast as he thrust against your mouth. Your hands roamed over your body, your skin prickling with heat from your fingertips. You traced them down your body, rolling your nipples between your fingers, your moans vibrating around his cock. “Go on baby, you can do better than that.” he coaxed as you flickered your eyes up, finding his looking back at yours. You didn’t bat an eye as you moved your hand between your thighs, your fingers circling your clit as you bobbed your head. Stuarts hands laced in your hair, his fingers pulling it from your face into a makeshift pony. You choked on your moans as Stuart thrust, his hips snapping against your mouth. You dipped your fingers between your folds, your hips rolling against your hands as your tongue mimicked the movements. Stuarts grip tightened on your hair as you took him to his base, your lips pulling the skin taut as you slowly released him. You pumped him with your free hand, your fingers tracing over his balls as you rocked your hips, your fingers pumping within you.  

You felt your orgasm creep up on you, the chill in the air had you set ablaze, every nerve shot as the coil in your stomach tighten. Stuarts thrusts became sloppy, his breathing labored as you bobbed your head, sucking him tighter between your lips. “I’m-” You choked, your finger speeding up their rhythm as you drummed against your walls, your tongue flattening against his cock. “I don’t know how long I can last with you like this-” You cut him short, your lips tightening again as you sped up your mouth, working your tongue over him until you felt his cock twitch, hot liquid filling your mouth. Your body was clinging to an edge that was slowly disintegrating. You paused, swallowing thickly as you returned to pumping your fingers, the first waves of your orgasm crashing over you, moans filling the air. You cried out, your hand falling away from your body as you surged forward. Your hair fell in your face, sweat making it cling to your skin as you battled to get your breath back. Stuart bent down, his hands cupping your face as he looked you in the eyes, his glasses fogging up yet again. “We’re not done yet baby girl. Not by a long shot.” He kissed your forehead before his hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to your feet.  

You stood weary, your heart hammering against your ribcage as his hands palmed over your waist, his lips pressing lazy kisses against your collarbones. Your brain was hazy from his kisses and the drinks but his mouth felt like heaven on your cold skin. “You’re freezing. I have something that can warm you up.” He winked as he pulled from you, his shirt coming off his body, revealing a toned torso, dark hair leading to his cock, dark curly and inviting. He shrugged off the material, placing it around your shoulders as you hooked your arms into the soft shirt, grateful for some warmth in the biting cold. “Thank you.” you spoke in a small voice, your throat dry. You reached for the bottle of wine, taking some before offering it to Stuart, his tongue licking over his lips as he took two long gulps. You stood for a minute Stuart’s hands on your body before his lips were on you again, fire’s rekindling from an ember that hadn’t gone out yet. “Think you go for another?” He asked, his fingers tracing over your chest. You nodded, your eyes closing as you lost yourself in his touch. “Are you sure you can?” You repeated back to him, a smirk on your lips as he pressed you back towards the balcony.  

“Of course I can, with you looking like that and having a mouth like yours I could go again and again.” He smiled, a laugh leaving his mouth. “Well then, prove it.” You raised your brow, his hands pushing you away from him. “Turn around and stick that ass out for me baby girl.” He growled, his hands smoothing over your ass. You did as you were told, his hands snaking around your hips as he positioned himself behind you. You held your breath as he teased over you, dipping in before jerking away, his breath loud. You whined, pressing yourself back against him, until he was seated deep within you. He paused for a moment, adjusting himself before he began to thrust, his hips rolling to meet with yours. Your head fell forwards against your chest as he sped up, his nails digging crescent moons into your skin, his mouth sucking dark purple marks into your shoulder blades. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his cock, your hands gripping onto a metal bar as he fucked you till you couldn’t see straight. “Oh god baby, you’re so fucking tight-” He stammered, his hips increasing their speed as he pounded into you. You were a mess of words and curses, completely at the mercy of his touch as his hands roamed over your stomach and up to your tits.  

He pulled you back, flush against his chest as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, his teeth sinking into the soft spot in the crook of your neck. You cried as you arched your back, your orgasm already crashing over you. There was no beginning to him and no end to you, all you were was how you felt in that moment and you felt like you were flying. Sounds of his moans chorused in your ears as he approached his high, your muscles clenching around his cock as he slammed into you, his fingers anchoring you to him as he bottomed out within you, his orgasm crashing over him with a resounding groan. You fell from his chest, your body spent, legs trembling as you clutched the balcony railing for support. He stumbled back, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his eyes honey brown and sparkling.