[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the lack of a response unsettles her, as if she can't supply the answers she seeks because she doesn't believe them.

it fades with each kiss, each nip, and a purr until she forgets what she wanted.

"sure," she murmurs. he says one thing but she knows another. men always want one thing and naturally, she supplies. sometimes, she wonders what it'd be like to be wanted for something else. something pure or something more... well, herself. maybe she'll never know.

either way, who is she to deny?

CIAN MAHER

[attr="class","cian"]her murmur affirms and he pulls away, submitting not to her but to his own needs. a little lie doesn't hurt anyone, surely.

"let's get out of here."

[attr="class","noodles"]giada morgan

[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]he pulls away affection, lust, desire, and she almost feels cold. she calls for one more drink to warm herself again, as if the alcohol provides what others cannot. it doesn't, really... it simply clouds her mind from seeking what she craves.

"okay," she replies, not yet rising from her seat.

the drink comes, then, and she's staring at it for a moment. a hand moves, grasps the glass, and raises it. when it returns, it's empty and she's a little less.

"lead the way." she's not looking at him, not yet. only the door.

CIAN MAHER

[attr="class","cian"]"with pleasure."

he rises, stands, and reaches for her hand, no longer bothering to be gentle. with a tug, he leads her out the door and into the streets of mauville.

"your place or mine?"

[attr="class","noodles"]giada morgan

[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]he grabs her hand and her attention is momentarily snagged. his presence engulfs her and she allows her fingers to slowly entangle around his. he leads, she follows, and it's hard to watch their surroundings when her gaze keeps dropping to connected palms.

"um," she starts, considers, stops. her place is closer, sure, but there's an openness that comes with bringing a man back to her place. it's like showing a bare piece of her, a piece that she refuses to allow to see the light of day. quickly, she covers her tracks with a suggestion. "yours."

CIAN MAHER

[attr="class","cian"]"sure."

his place is a rental, nothing permanent — much like them — but it'll do for the night. he tugs her along, leading her through quiet streets before ending up at a quaint little apartment building.

the moment the elevator doors close, he moves to kiss her, hunger showing as he blindly reaches to press the button for the third floor.

[attr="class","noodles"]giada morgan

[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the tugging and leading is welcome, if only because she's sluggish. alcohol slows her movements, allowing heeled feet to stumble slightly every few steps. eventually they stop and she steadies when elevator doors close.

the steel wall behind her is cool, firm, comforting.

and then, it's all passion bleeding between kisses and a fumbling hand. she meets his aggression halfway, sinking further into the wall as hands tug him closer. if the elevator dings to signal their arrival, she doesn't pay it any mind.

CIAN MAHER

[attr="class","cian"]he barely hears the ding of the elevator either, but it's the sliding of the doors that draw him away, breathless as he tugs her out of the elevator.

a few steps down the hallway brings them to one of the many rooms on the floor. he fumbles into a pocket for a keycard but soon taps it against the door, unlocking it before he stumbles through.

the hotel room is modern, warm, and nice.

"make yourself comfortable."

[attr="class","noodles"]giada morgan