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Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday
Xanthippe was having a panic attack.
Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --
Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.
But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.
[ooc: NFB and for the one mentioned!]
Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --
Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.
But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.
[ooc: NFB and for the one mentioned!]
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His original plan had just been to dip his fingers between her folds, but now nothing could induce him not to slide them a little further back, pressing one up inside of her.
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She hummed against his mouth and almost involuntarily ground her hips against his hand. Just the once.
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But the public thing was a rush she couldn't deny.
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And gave her another finger.
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"Me too."
It was as inane as it was true! The contrast between the warmth around his fingers and the cool air she could feel against her knees was amazing, and that was to say nothing of the thrill of knowing there was a chance of being spotted, of getting caught. (Just not huge enough of a chance to actually freak her out instead of turn her on. The distinction was important.)
"You're gonna make me come, right?" she murmured, fishing for more words by offering some of her own. "Like, right here? Right around your fingers, somewhere I can't even make too much noise. Maybe you'll have to help me stay quiet. I mean... good practice for screwing on my balcony 'cause you're, like, definitely gonna have to cover my mouth for that one."
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The gasp kind of undermined her effort to sound commanding. Oh well.
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That was just so not going to happen.
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"Liar."
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No, she was and she knew it was a very, very implausible lie, at that.
"How dare you."
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And pressed his thumb against her pearl while fucking her with his hand, grip tight.
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Because hnng, and because her breath hitched, and one of her hands ended up against the wall by her hip, like she needed some extra support.
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That was one of those embarrassing keening noises, but she could live with it because at least it was quiet enough. Not that she was paying all that that much mind, because, bit busy just about unraveling, here!
"God, Hya --"
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"Just fuck me," Xanthippe gasped, with another desperate grind against his hand because she could feel how close she was and she wanted to get there, goddammit.
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He was going to a special hell.
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Which probably didn't deter him any, actually.
"Yes."
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"We could be seen!" he protested. "You could be heard."
Which seemed like the perfect cue for a much harder thrust inside her.
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"Hya, please."
The words were pleading, but the rough tone sounded more like an attempt at an order.
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And then he was on his knees, mouth replacing his thumb with a good, hard suck.
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A street where he was now kneeling in front of her with his face between her legs, making the hem of her dress ride up.
Her eyes widened. Two warring, completely jumbled thoughts bucked up against each other in her brain, both oh my god we should not be doing this as well as oh my god this is the hottest thing that has ever happened or will ever happen to me. Though neither quite that clear.
And then her brain was just white noise for a second, because as soon as his lips were around her clit, her body sided with the latter thought, and the hand that wasn't still trying to find purchase against the wall ended up in his hair, grabbing and holding on like he wasn't allowed to move even half an inch while she came around his fingers, against his lips.
The noise she made was strangled, and whimpery.
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"Well," he said, his voice just the slightest bit unsteady. "Quite the taste we both got, then."
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