First sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left pt 2.

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Friday February 12
Early afternoon
The Salon, Upstairs

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Ri is having a late lunch when Jarmyn stops in to get a haircut and check out out possibilities for an addition to his tattoo. They discuss both matters and he makes her an offer. She accepts and they head up to her room.
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Not about what I want, sweetheart, Jarmyn says his voice all husky, I’m here for you. I blink as I try to think about it. Oh. So because this is supposed to be payment for me cutting his hair...That means we only do what I want in bed? I'm not used to that. The idea that with the exception of the two things he asked me not to do, I can do whatever I want to him and he'd be okay with it. Or at least try and act like he is. I give him a defiant look.

"Well I do wanna! At least fer a bit. Just warn me if you're about to come."

Then I lower my face down and take him very slowly into my mouth.


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She looks like she’s thinking about that. I was right, not that kind of girl. I’m just hoping she doesn’t think about it too long when she gives me a look like she has something to prove, and says she does want to and asks me to give her warning. Of course, sweetheart, I think, and I’m about to say it when she goes down on me, a smooth, wet slide, warmer than sunshine, and I can’t talk anymore. It’s been a very long time, and she is very, very good, moving slow and finding a rhythm quickly. I reach a hand up into her hair again, not pushing her at all, just feeling, and let her work. Not sure if time slows down or speeds up, but there’s a familiar pressure building fast in me, and so I start working on forcing the noises coming out of my mouth to start being words. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna—“ But I can hold on, dammit, until she lets me knows what she wants me to do. Owe her that much.

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His hand comes up into my hair but it's not pulling or pushing, just there. He's making sounds but no words. Lovely sounds that go right through me. And his hips keep moving even with my hands on them. I can feel my eyes going to half closed as I work...

Sweetheart, I’m gonna— And I pull back smoothly and rise up to my knees so I can move into position to lower myself onto him.

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She pulls off just as slow as she went down, the bit of metal in her tongue scraping in a way that makes me shudder. I gasp when the air hits my cock, missing her mouth already. Sit up halfway and find her moving over me, kneeling so she can lower herself down. There are things I want to say and things I need to, but I can’t get any of them out right now. What I can do is grasp her hips and guide her down onto me. She’s tight, but not too. Don’t think I’m hurting her. Make sure to reach down and touch her clit, stroking it firmly. And God, the view of her on top of me, the bits in her nipples catching the light, and her hair purple everywhere. It’s enough to make me come right then, but I make myself say, “You’re going first, sweetheart.” Not sure if she can understand me, though. I’m concentrating more on holding back than on talking clearly.

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I love how he shudders and gasps as I pull my mouth og gods off him, he's trying to sit up as I move. I think he wants to say something but no words come out. He just guides me onto him and I settle with a sigh. Feels so good. He's stroking me as I start to move. Oh, god...Yes...So good.

He mumbles something about going first...but I'm hardly paying attention to that little detail so long as it's not stop or an expression of pain. My head falls back...Oh god......

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I manage a few good, hard thrusts, manage to keep my fingers moving long enough that she starts shuddering, and then I’m gone, spending inside of her as she rides me. I fall back on the bed, biting my lip hard, one hand coming up to cover my face. I don’t know why it’s so important to me not to make noise now. Made plenty of it earlier, and she liked it. Seemed to, anyway. Now it’s just too much, though. Have to hold on to something, even while I’m falling apart. I can hear her, like she’s very far away, but the taste of blood in my mouth is closer, more real. Familiar. I can’t do anything but lie there for a minute, one hand still over my face, the other clutching the bed. Hope she doesn’t think I had a bad time. Not sure how she could, but still. Should be getting up, holding her, making sure she liked it and taking care of her, but I just can’t do anything but lie here with that copper penny taste in my mouth and my eyes closed.

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When I come back to myself, Jarmyn is lying back on the bed with a hand over his face. I feel all light and loose and pleasantly fuzzy headed, and it takes me a minute to realize that he's just lying there. I lean forwards and brush a kiss over his shoulder. I can see the mark I left at his nipple. A little brighter red than the nearest bruises.

"Thank you. That was-" Really something. I want to ask if he's okay, if he needs anything. Thirsty. I could really use something to drink. Bet he could too. I peel myself off of him and then collapse beside him as my energy runs out. "Water?" I ask.

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Something brushes my shoulder, and I realize I have figure out how to talk again and move now. After a minute I can open my eyes and move my hand to dab at my lip. Not bit through, just cut. I’ve had worse. Hell, I've done worse to myself. I work up the courage to look at her, there laying beside me. “I’m all right, sweetheart. Better than. Just need a minute. Could do with a drink,” I say honestly. “Something stronger than water if you’ve got it. Or a cigarette.” Don’t know where that came from. Never smoked much. Couldn’t afford to and don’t like the smell. But now it seems like one would help me pull myself together, stop making a fool out of myself in someone else’s bed. She’s just so bright. Nice. I kind of want her back laying mostly on top of me, putting pressure on a couple of bruises that hurt in a good way. She’s soft and warm and makes happy noises, which helps a lot.

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His eyes open and he moves his hand, to his mouth. looks like it's cut. or bitten or somethin'. He looks over at me. I’m all right, sweetheart. Better than. Just need a minute. Could do with a drink,Something stronger than water if you’ve got it. Or a cigarette.

I give him a bright smile. "I'm sure we've got somethin' around here." I manage to drag myself up to go look. I find my cloves in the pocket of my skirt along with the matches and pass them over after I get one out for myself. Keep looking for the booze, I know Lannie brought something home.....Ah! there it is...I scoop up the bottle of cider an turn back to him. "Here we go!"

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I sit up, groaning for a bunch of reasons, good and bad, and see her smiling at me. Once again, I can’t help but muster one up too, just a little wavery. She scoots off the bed and starts rummaging around the room, not the least bit ashamed. I try not to stare, but it’d be lying to say I’m not enjoying the view. She passes me a pack and some matches, and I fish one out. They smell nice, and it doesn’t take me long to light up.

She’s still looking around, and the way she keeps sticking that sweet little ass in the air makes me wonder if she’s trying to tell me something. I could go again, but not this soon. And I’d like to get my hair cut before I have to go to work. Suppose I could always come back another time, though. Wouldn’t be too much of a hardship. I take the cigarette slow, making it last so just the one’ll be enough, and try to watch her without looking like I’m watching her. She finds a bottle eventually and holds it up. Looks like cider. Was hoping for something a little stronger, but that’ll do. I take it from her with my free hand and get it open. “Don’t suppose you have glasses? If you don’t, it’s all right.” Don’t want to be rude, but if people didn’t drink out of glasses I’d be out of a job. And it does smell like good cider.

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He looks good lounging back in my bed with a close in his hand. He takes the cider from me and opens it.

Don’t suppose you have glasses? If you don’t, it’s all right. I grin at him round my cig. "Glasses. Right. Should be some around." I take a quick look around and spot a couple by the couch. A quick rinse in the bathroom sink and I'm back to hold them out to be filled.

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She does find some glasses. Has to bend over to pick them up, too, and isn’t that a sight. She’s nice enough to rinse them out first, too, before she comes back and holds them out for me to fill. Pretty girl with out her clothes on, holding glasses for me and grinning and standing up straight makes me glad I’m not at work, because I can barely take my eyes off her long enough to makes sure the cider gets in the glasses. Manage to pour, though, and not spill any.

I want to say something about if she started tending bar like that, that she’d cause a riot. But we just had a real riot, and I don’t know if she knew anyone in it who got hurt or which side she was on. So I start thinking of other things to say. Can’t remember if I’ve said thank you or not. I’ve been thinking it enough. But I want to wait until I can say that right.

I make room for her on the bed if she wants to come and sit back down with me. It is her bed, after all. And then I think if something that I probably should have asked a long time ago. “Need to ask you, sweetheart, do you have anything to take that’ll keep a baby from coming? If you don’t, I can get you something.” Have a couple ideas of where, but maybe she knows the town better. “And thank you. For this—“ I raise the glass to her. “And…everything else.” Going to try to say more than that later, if I can think of the right words.

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I like the look in his eyes, he hardly takes them off me even to pour our drinks. He shifts over and I curl up next to him and take a sip of my cider.

Need to ask you, sweetheart, do you have anything to take that’ll keep a baby from coming? If you don’t, I can get you something. I scowl down at my drink. "Yeah. Course I do. Ain't stupid."

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Something’s upset her, and it takes me a while to figure out what. She can’t yet be twenty, and here she is running her own place, doing a damn fine job of it by the looks of things, and here I am talking to her like she forgot something so important. I take a long drink of cider while I think of how to fix this, and then I set the mug down and put my arm around her. “I know you’re not stupid, sweetheart,” I tell her, trying to sound gentle but not like I’m talking down to her. “Wouldn’t be trusting you with my hair if I thought you were. Wouldn’t have come up here with you, either. What you are is lovely, and so clever to be running this place the way you are. And this is the best afternoon I have spent in so long.” Can’t look her in the eye, the way she’s glaring down at her drink, but I can look sideways at her before I press a kiss to her temple. “Just trying to make sure you have good memories of it, too.”

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I know you’re not stupid, sweetheart,he says, putting his arm around me. Wouldn’t be trusting you with my hair if I thought you were. Wouldn’t have come up here with you, either. What you are is lovely, and so clever to be running this place the way you are. And this is the best afternoon I have spent in so long.

His voice is kind but he's not taking to me like I'm a kid. He gives me a sideways look and then kisses my temple. Just trying to make sure you have good memories of it, too. I sniff as tears well up in my eyes. Damnit! I hate the effect sympathy has on me sometimes.

"T-thanks. It WAS fun." I look up and swipe hastily at my eyes.

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Oh, God, is she crying? That’s my first thought, and the second is that I have to be even more careful now about what I say and do. “I’m glad, sweetheart. I did my best,” I tell her gently. Both things are true. Maybe smiling at her will get her to give me one of those big, bright grins she was flashing around earlier. “Do you mind if I ask why’d you do it? You can’t sleep with everyone who walks in here asking about a trim, or you’d go out of business. Why me?” I do actually want to know, but more than that I want to get her talking and thinking about something else to get her mind off being so sad about whatever’s made her sniffle like this.

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I’m glad, sweetheart. I did my best, He tells me, still in that gentle voice, along with a smile. I give him one back, or at least try to. I think it's more the ghost of of one. "Quality work."

Then he goes serious again, Do you mind if I ask why’d you do it? You can’t sleep with everyone who walks in here asking about a trim, or you’d go out of business. Why me?

I blush, an take a mouthful of cider. I need the time to think. And the cider loosens the tight feeling in my throat as well. "I dunno exactly why." I start, not looking up at him right then. "But I liked the way you looked an sounded. The ink on your back. And- and I just wanted to! 'Kay?" I do look up at him then, I need to see his reaction to my words.

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She gives me a little smile and a little explanation and lets me start petting her hair again. “Fair enough.” It’s more than I was expecting her to say. She keeps drinking, too, starting to look a little better. “Any time you want to do this again, you know where to find me.” I want to ask if I get to do this every time I need a trim, but I figure she might take that the wrong way. Don’t want to presume, anyway. I can think of a couple things that’ll definitely take her mind off being sad, and I sift through them to figure out which one I want most before I ask

“Could you do something for me, sweetheart?” I tilt my chin up and point to my left cheek. “Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.” God, I hope she can see her way clear to doing this. It’s not like asking her for a mark; she’s already left me one of those. But maybe it’ll take some of the edge off the longing in the back of my mind to be hurt carefully by someone who knows their business. Can’t ask all that of her, this little girl I’m working off trade with. But maybe she’ll give me just a little.

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his hand comes up an starts stroking my hair. It feels good so I let some of the tension go out of my shoulders. Fair enough. Any time you want to do this again, you know where to find me.

I feel a real smile come up at that offer. I'm glad my crying hasn't ruined everything. I even manage a small joke, "The sex or the awkward conversation?" Part of me wants to walk into the Whitechapel sometime all dressed up just to see the look on his face.

I'm still thinking about that idea when he tilts his chin up and asks in that serious level voice, Could you do something for me, sweetheart? He points to hi left cheek. Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.

I can feel my eyes get wide and I know I'm staring. "You really want me to slap you? For real? And hard?"

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I should have known she wouldn’t just do it. Feel like just telling her never mind and starting to try and find my clothes, but I think that might make things worse, in head and between us. Really don’t want to make things worse. I take my hand out of her hair reluctantly and reach down to pick up my glass. Drink the rest of the cider and drop the end of my cigarette in the empty glass, set it back on the floor. That gives me time to think about what to do next. Then I get up off the bed and stand in front of her, holding out a hand to help her off the bed. “Yes, please, Miss Verite.”

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The doesn't say anything at first, just slides his hand out of my hair n' picks up his glass. Finishes it and drops the butt of the clove in after. Puts it back. all in silence. I can feel the tension coming back into my shoulders and a nervous twist in my stomach.

Then then he stands up in front a me n' holds out his hand. Yes, please, Miss Verite.

I look up at him for second and then I take his hand, let him pull me onto my feet.

"Alright. Because you asked for it." I take a deep breath and give him a good, hard, open handed slap on his cheek right where he indicated.

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For a minute there she just looks at me, and I think she’s going to tell me no or that I’m strange or something else worse. And then she takes my hand and says she will, because I asked. I want to kiss her for that, but I barely have time to close my eyes before she hits me. My head snaps to the side from the noise and the sting, and then the warmth comes up like a blessing after penance. And the watch spring in my head isn’t quite so tight now. My mouth opens a bit, but I can’t say anything for a minute. Finally can open my eyes, though, and look down at her. And what can I say but “Thank you”? Not quite sure how to read the look she’s giving me, so I just put my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. “Anything else you want from me, sweetheart?” I’d happily stay up here all day, but I do have to work tonight, so things need to be getting on.

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Hope that's what he wanted. His head snaps sideways and there's a bright red mark on his cheek. We just stand there for a minute and then he opens his eyes and says Thank you”? I don't know how I feel about what I just did.

Jarmyn puts his arms around me n' kisses the top of my head. My arms come up and circle his waist. Feels real nice here in his arms. I'm about to tell him he's welcome when he asks,Anything else you want from me, sweetheart?

I tip my face up to his, "C'n think of a few." I admit, a wicked grin beginning to curve my lips. "But maybe we should do something bout your hair before we forget?"

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It’s hard to tell how she feels about hitting me, but there’s that grin again, so it can’t have been too bad. Glad she brings up my hair, too, because I didn’t want to be the one to. I kiss the top of her head again and then let go of her so I can start hunting around her room for my clothes and pulling them back on. I’ve got my shirt and pants on but not done up, sitting on the bed trying to get my boots back on without snapping the laces again, when I think of something else. “You mind letting me see that knife, sweetheart? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And she’s not the only one who can smirk.

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for answer he kisses the top of my head again n' lets me go. room feels just a bit less warm without his arms around me. Starts searching for and pulling on his clothes, so I reluctantly go after mine. I don't bother looking for the panties I chucked into the room, just get out another pair. The rest is easy enough to find.

He's sittin' the edge of the bed with his shirt and pants undone workin' on his boots when he surprises me with, You mind letting me see that knife, sweetheart? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. and oh that smirk he's got...Makes me wanta kiss him, so I do. Just light quick brush of lips before I answer. "Sure."

Reach over to the night table, to pick up the familiar compact weight of wood, brass an' steel. Age has darkened the colours made them less shiny but deeper, richer, adding to it somehow. "Here."

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Not only does she hand me the knife, but she kisses me first, quick enough to leave me wanting more. I bend down and pull mine out of the sheaths and hand them to her together, still closed, before I take a look at the one she’s given me. It’s a nice knife, well-made but not new by a long shot, small enough to carry but large enough to be useful for several different things. I fold it out and squint at the blade. She takes care of it, too. “Quality work,” I tell her and offer it back. This might become a joke between us, the way we both smile over it. It’s nice to have that with someone, especially someone as pretty and nice as she is.

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His knives get pulled out his boots. He hands them to me together and closed before looking at mine. I keep a corner of my attention on him but the rest is for the beautiful matched set of butterfly knives in my hands. Gorgeous. I flip one of them open. The action is smooth an' the blade looks wicked sharp. Well cared for too. Same with the other.

Quality work, He tells me as he offers it back to me. I can;t help smiling at that. Think the meaning of those two words has changed for me. Doubt I'll be able to say them to him without a smile or grin.

"So're these." I say offering them back to him even as I reach for mine, leaning over to claim another kiss.

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Well, she obviously has an eye for quality, the way she’s looking at my knives. Opens one and manages not to cut herself, and then she closes it and hands it back. And God, that smile. Going to be thinking about that for a while. ”So’re these,” she says, and bends down to give me another kiss.

Can’t resist. I drop the boot I’m working on and make a grab for her waist. “So’re— God, come here.” Pull her onto my lap, and she seems not to mind. She’s still half-dressed and if she keeps wiggling like that we’ll be here awhile. “So’re you.” I reach my free hand up into her hair and lift my head up to hers and give her a proper kiss, one that I hope will last both of us until the next time we get to do this.

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So’re— God, come here.I can hear the boot drop as he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. I laugh and happily tumble into it. So’re you.

I settle into his lap where I can feel him through my panties. His hand slides into my hair and his lips meet mine. Oh yeah... That feels...I manage to slide my hands under his shirt an' drag my nails up his back.

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She arranges herself in my lap so there’s not much between her and me. Don’t know if she’s rubbing against me on purpose or not, but it’s very nice. I guess she’s not mad that I grabbed her, from the way she’s kissing me back. God, I love that thing in her tongue, remembering it other places and feeling it in my mouth now.

I feel her hands snaking under my shirt, which is nice, and then she’s scraping her nails up my back in a way that makes me groan and arch up. Stings like hell but it’s sweet, too, and when we pull apart, I’m gasping from more than just the kiss. “God, sweetheart, what did I do to deserve that?” Hope she can see me panting and tell that I want more. She’s also sitting on top of something that should make that pretty clear. Still feel like I shouldn’t be asking for things now, but maybe she’ll want to play.

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Oh yeah...He likes that. The way he groans and arches. I love the sounds I can pull outta him. We're both panting when we break the kiss. God it feels good pressed up against him like I am.God, sweetheart, what did I do to deserve that? He asks. I just smirk at him. Think maybe the hair is gonna hafta wait some more.

"Dunno." I say with a little shrug. "Don't really care either." I adjust my hands on his shoulders bringing them out from under his shirt and then push gently hoping to topple us back into the bed.

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She’s smirking back at me in a way that says yes, she definitely does want to play some more. Haircut’s probably not going to happen today, but I think I’m all right with that. “You don’t care?” I ask her, trying to look disappointed when I couldn’t really be happier.

She pushes my shirt off a little and then starts pushing me back onto the bed. If that’s where she wants to go, I’ll go. Don’t want to sound like I’m whining, just teasing when I make my voice a little desperate and tell her, “I’m doing my best here, sweetheart. My very, very best.” She’s still right on top of me, and I thrust up a little, rubbing against her with the friction of the thin layers of cloth between us.

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You don’t care? he asks, I think he's trying to look disappointed and a giggle bubbles up. He lets me push him back onto the bed, which is good. So is the mock desperation he's putting in his voice, I’m doing my best here, sweetheart. My very, very best.

My voice goes all breathy as he thrusts up a little, I am very aware of how little there is between us. "Not 'bout deserve-S'quality work!" I manage to get out before dissolving into more giggles an lean forwards so I can work some more at his shirt. Also I manage to nibble a bit at his ear.

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That’s not what I expected her to say. Expected her to tell me I needed to work a bit harder, but not to be too serious about it. Well, she’s certainly not being serious. About as far from serious as you can get, in fact. Moving against me and practically giggling. Not used to that at all, but it’s nice. When she says ‘quality work,’ though, I start laughing myself, and she is really giggling. She’s down with her teeth on my ear by then, and it feel like we’re one person laughing, not just two people together.

That makes me have to stop and put my arms around her tight for a minute. I’m still hard as a rock, and I still want where she’s going, but I just have to hold her a little before I get there. “Oh, sweetheart,” I tell her, still trying to catch my breath from the laughter and the attention she’s giving me. “Please, please take all your clothes off, and let me try to make you at least as happy as you’re making me.”

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He laughs at that last just like I hoped. And it feels so nice. His arms come up around me all nice n' tight. I don't mind that he's stopped moving just for a bit. I like being pressed up against him, tight in his arms. I'm still still breathless from the laughter and so's he form the way he sounds, Oh, sweetheart,Please, please take all your clothes off, and let me try to make you at least as happy as you’re making me.

I give one last nibble on his ear and then breathe an "Ok!" In his ear, before reaching back to undo my bra, I take my time letting it trail across his chest before dropping it to the floor. "But yours gotta come off too!" I don't really wanna move much to get the panties off but I manage to wriggle out of them somehow.

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Oh, God, she’s teasing me with her clothes. The girl could be teasing with an altar cloth, I’d imagine, in the middle of a funeral. She’s telling me to take my clothes off again, and I do my best. She had my shirt nearly off to begin with, and I get my arms the rest of the way out of it and push it away. Start working on my pants, but it’s a little hard, with her still mostly on top of me trying to get out of the little purple thing she’s wearing. Don’t know why she bothered putting it on, but its sure fun watching her trying to get it off.

Once we have everything off, I grab her hips and start running my thumbs down the insides of her thighs, pressing in. Guess she still wants to be on top, which is more than fine with me. The view is incredible. I have to make myself focus on what I’m doing instead of just lying back and watching her. “You all right with this time being harder, sweetheart?” Because I really do want to do my best, and right now best feels like hard. Don’t want to hurt her, do want to fuck her. Not going to say that, though.

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The shirt came off easy enough, the pants took longer but I guess that's kinda my fault for bein' in the way.

Soon's everything's outta the way, he puts his hands on my hips n' runs his thumbs down the insides of my thighs, the sensations make my breath catch. You all right with this time being harder, sweetheart?

For answer I give him a big smile. Harder sounds perfect. "Oh yes..." I manage as I shift one last time.

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She smiles when she gives me the go ahead and rubs herself against me one last time, I swear, just to make me groan. Get her back for that by sliding my hands underneath her ass to lift her up. Means I get to grab it almost as hard as I’d like and watch her arch up above me while she finds an angle she’d like to come down on me at. And God, I hope when she’s got me inside her that she can see her way to bending down a little so I can play with the bits in her nipples again. I’m starting to miss the feel of those in my mouth already.

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I am rewarded by his groan and then he grabs my ass firmly n' lifts me up so I c'n come down on him properly. A small sound escapes as I feel him slide into me, feels so good, like this is where he belongs. I lean forwards just a bit, want to brush my nipples over his mouth.

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She takes me into her in a long, slow slide, leaning down to just brush her breasts over my lips. I can’t breathe for a minute, it feels so good, being in her and being able to watch her on top of me. It’s easier this time than it was the first, feels like I know her a little better and that makes me want her even more. I keep my hold on her hips so I can lift her up a bit and start moving, trying to find a rhythm that she likes, snapping my hips up and driving into her. I know this time will last longer than the first one did, and I hope she can take it. Don’t know what I’ll do if she asks me to stop or starts sounding hurt. Try to stop, I guess. Right now it doesn’t feel like I could. All I can concentrate on is, well, there’s really no other word for it but fucking.

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He holds me nice and firm with his hands on my hips, driving up into me. It's good and hard, falling into a rhythm that I find easy to match. I use my hands on his shoulders to help keep balance, the fingers digging in just a bit.

Soon the world narrows down to just us and I stop being aware of the noises I'm making, of anything really but the man underneath and inside me.

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We move together for what seems like forever, hard and steady. I can feel her hands on my shoulders, a warm pressure, but my eyes are flickering so that I just get glimpses of her arched over me. All my attention is on us, coming together and moving back and coming together again. I can feel something building inside me slowly, and when I come it feels like thunder and the earth shaking together, and then everything goes very quiet and I can’t move again for a bit.

When I come back to myself again, she’s lying on top of me. With great effort, I put one hand up in her hair and leave one on her back. “Just stay here for a minute, sweetheart.” I want to hold her and have this for a little. “Know you have a business to run, and I need to go to work, but…this is good. Really good.”

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I didn't think it could be better than it was last time but it is. Oh god is he good! I'm lying on top of him, completely boneless and very very happy; I can feel his hands come up, one resting on my hair, the other on my back. Just stay here for a minute, sweetheart.

I make a noise of agreement. Not goin' nowhere. Couldn't move if I wanted to, an' I don't wanna. Wanna stay right here. He continues, Know you have a business to run, and I need to go to work, but…this is good. Really good.

Oh yeah. The Salon. It's supposed to be open right now. I muster up a sleepy satisfied smile. "Real good. Yeah..."

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Not sure how long we lie there molded together, drowsy and content. She lets me pet her hair and doesn’t expect me to talk or get out or apologize for anything. This is the kind of feeling and the kind of time that makes people use the word ‘love,’ I imagine, and mean it sometimes, too. Not going to say it, and I don’t think she wants me to. It was a good time, one I’d like to have again, but it was just a time, something to make right now a bit better. It did that, and both of us can go on lighter now.

As I’m thinking about going on, I’m looking up into the light coming from the big window she has set over her bed. The light which, come to think of it, has the brightness to it of a winter sunset. Don’t know what time it is, can’t see a clock, but I need to get back to the bar. I’m working with Peter, and he won’t give me too much grief about making him open by himself, I think. Being with Maya puts him in a good mood, and if I come in looking like I’ve just had a tumble myself he’ll shake my hand and call it good. I think. But I’d hate to have Mr. Laclos come in and find me not there. Do need this job quite badly.

Swearing and scrambling aren’t going to do any good, so I just keep petting Verite’s hair and say quietly, “Don’t want to leave, sweetheart, but I need to now. Would you mind letting me up?” Not sure if she’s asleep, am sure she won’t mind me kissing every bit of her I can reach with my mouth right now, which is what I feel like doing.

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We lay there for a bit with Jarmyn petting my hair and me just laying there feeling happy. I can't remember the last time I felt this good.

A quiet voice in my ear interrupts my happy drowsy attempt at finding another such happy memory, Don’t want to leave, sweetheart, but I need to now. Would you mind letting me up? I raise my head up to give him a grin.

"Yeah I mind.But not going to let that get in the way of stuff you hafta do." I tease, sitting up reluctantly and moving to let him get up as he asked. I giggle some as he puts little kisses all over various bits of me as I move.

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I lever myself out of her nice, warm bed, groaning, and run a hand through my hair while I try to pull myself together. I have never in memory wanted to skip work this badly. Well, not when I was working a nice indoor job, anyway. But there’s no help for it, and no use longing. I start gathering up my clothes, moving slow as I get dressed again. Probably going to be sore tonight, especially if we’re as busy as we usually are on Fridays, but I’m not complaining.

Hope she won’t mind my using her bathroom to wash my hands and face, clean up a bit. Can’t get my hair into any kind of order, though, no matter how much I pull at it and glare in the mirror. I give up on it and step back out into the room before I remember how exactly this girl this girl makes her living. “Sweetheart, you think you could do something to my hair? Don’t have time to cut it, but could you get it out of my way and looking decent?” Feel kind of awkward asking her, not sure why.

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Jarmyn climbs slowly out of bed and takes his time. I curl up right where I am and watch. I like the sight even as I wish he could stay. Sometime we have to get together when neither of us has to rush off.

He ducks into the bathroom for a bit and comes out looking uncomfortable, Sweetheart, you think you could do something to my hair? Don’t have time to cut it, but could you get it out of my way and looking decent?

I give him an amused look and then come over, grabbing a comb from the dresser om the way. "'Course I can. The question you shoulda asked is will I? Answer to that is yes." I duck past him to grab my little bottle for water and get started. He's too tall for me to work while he's standing so I direct him to sit on the couch and pretty soon he's presentable again.

I drop a kiss on top of his hair and say. "All done."

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She’s back to being snappy again, still not wearing much of anything, and Christ, do I wish I could get out of working tonight. She makes me sit down on the couch and puts a bit of water on my hair and starts working at it with a comb. I try to get my head into a proper frame of mind for making drinks and conversation. And staying on my feet all night. Oh, God.

When she’s finished, I feel her brush the top of my head with her lips. All done. Not sure what I did to deserve this afternoon with this girl, but I’m feeling very lucky. I get up and go around to her, trying to think of how to say goodbye. Seems like a good idea to start by wrapping my arms around her tight and kissing the top of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart, so much.”

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “I’ll come back any time you’ll have me. Still need that haircut.” I kiss her gently, lips barely touching her, and start carding through her hair again. “Don’t know if you’re looking for a boyfriend….” I trail off. Damn. Should have thought out exactly how to say this, not just that it needed saying. I’d hate to spoil things just now. “If you are,” I finally finish, “probably shouldn’t be looking to me.” She’s in a great position to do me harm if she wants to, but I decide it’s worth it if I get to hold her a bit longer.

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He gets up and comes round to give me a hug, with a kiss on my hair. Thank you, sweetheart, so much.

Seems I never get to tell him he's welcome as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, telling me,I’ll come back any time you’ll have me. Still need that haircut. He kisses me gently a just a brush of lips. I smile against his mouth.

Don’t know if you’re looking for a boyfriend...If you are,probably shouldn’t be looking to me. He adds.

I look him in the eyes and shake my head gently, "Don't want a boyfriend. Just someone to have fun with sometimes."

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She doesn’t seem to want to hurt me or keep me, thank God. I smile and kiss her again, just as soft. “And did you have fun, Miss Verite?” I ask, back to the polite voice that got me into all this. Not looking to start something all over again, but I’d like to leave on a happy note, and she seems like she’s always in the mood to play.

Sure enough, she smiles at me and informs me that she did, giving me a firm kiss to go with it that information. Then I have to let go before I’m tempted to do anything more. Can’t help glancing over my shoulder before I head down the stairs, though. What a girl, and what an afternoon. And what a ribbing I’m going to take from Peter if I don’t get to work.