[User] Lily gave him a bit of a look when he suggested that she could use her mouth directly instead if she would rather do that. She had heard of such an act but it'd always been implied to her that it was nothing that any woman with self respect would do. So Lily just kept going, glad that he did at least seem to be enjoying what she was doing. Derrick's groans and eager movements were making that pretty clear.

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Derrick couldn't help but chuckle throatily when she gave him that look, giving her one back that seemed to say she couldn't blame him for trying. The baker shivered as she continued what she was doing there, his eagerly stiff length twitching in her grasp until he turned quickly and caught her up in another deep sort of kiss. It was getting to be too much and he didn't want to be caught unable to perform... Derrick would much rather be a good time, something to be recalled fondly, not with a little chuckle.

"Heh... sorry, that was getting a little intense..." he was very flushed, but still that didn't keep the man from leaning in to kiss along her throat again, "You're just so... I mean..." the baker didn't really have words for it. Didn't know how to tell Lily that she ticked so many of his interests... being drunk didn't really help, but judging from the press of his cock against her leg just then as he moved atop her to settle himself in such a way as to not be too awkward. He wasn't shy about shifting her legs to rest over his, sitting on his knees and grinning lightly, "There... now then..."

He leaned over the blonde again, using a hand to slide along her thigh in a bit of a tease, eventually grazing his fingertips over her pussy again, a lusty look in his eyes. Derrick didn't seem keen to wait much longer.

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Lily was a little surprised by the sudden kiss, having been pretty focused on her task of making sure Derrick felt as good as he had made her feel. She returned it readily though, her free hand running up into his dark hair. She only let go when Derrick spoke up, informing her that her touch had become a bit much. Lily gave him a shy smile and let him go, biting at her lip and flushing when he complimented her in his own clumsy but very genuine way.

She had a very clear idea of how he felt about her though, between the press of his cock and the way he kept looking at her. She couldn't find the ability to look Derrick in the eye though as he moved on top of her, feeling excited and anxious at the same time. She knew what was coming next, and she wanted it, but it was nerve wracking at the same time.

Lily's face flushed when he settled between her thighs and sat back on his knees, his cock riding up between her legs and grinding lightly against her pussy. She gave him a smile though when Derrick leaned down over her, leaning up to kiss him, her arms around his neck. She was trying to seem calm, but her heart was jumping around in her chest and she felt nervous. Lily didn't know what to do or say really, caught between wanting him to just get down to things and the urge to give in to her anxiety and doubts and tell him to stop. So she just kissed him instead.

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Derrick responded well to Lily kissing him, his head spun with it and if he had to think past his blood pounding in his ears the man could do without thinking for a little while. It was definitely worth that. The baker panted softly after breaking the embrace, unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous young lady under him. Derrick smiled at her though and reached up to caress her cheek for a moment, swallowing hard to avoid saying something dumb just then. Didn't want to break the mood, especially not with the feel of her grinding against his tip.

He wasn't quite as anxious, although the man did have his concerns. He was needy and worked up and wanted to be a hell of a good lover for Lily's sake, if only to confirm for her that she'd want more from him. Of course Derrick hadn't mentioned how he felt, in the moment as he was. It was pretty clear from his physical reactions that he was at least in lust. Derrick voiced a small groan as his drive finally outweighed his concerns and he gave a little roll of his hips, gasping a bit at the feel of her flesh grinding against his. He ground his cock slowly over her clit a time or two before changing his angle a bit and pressing more firmly against her.

To his credit the man wasn't brash or uncaring and didn't just push ahead wildly without a thought for his partner. Instead Derrick was firm but yielding, taking his time pressing into Lily, his teeth getting from time to time while he mumbled the odd epithet. He closed his eyes for a moment, though they soon drifted open and while he did spend time looking at the rest of her in obvious appreciation, he couldn't keep his eyes off hers. Derrick kept one hand on the bed over her shoulder to support himself, the other on her hip, urging her to move along with him, her name slipping past his lips in a low moan.

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Lily was still having a hard time looking him directly when he broke their kiss and looked down at her, though she glanced at him when his thumb rubbing over her cheek gently. She bit at the inside of her cheek shyly, her face warming under his hand. She was a little surprised that he was drawing this out this much, she kept bracing herself for Derrick to finally make his move but he never did. And she couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved. Lily's pussy was slick and burning, lust building an inferno in her blood, but she still felt so nervous.

She gasped when Derrick rubbed his cock over her clit, making the girl squirm on his bed, her hips fidgeting in his lap. Then he angled his hips differently and the swollen tip of his cock was prodding more insistently against her entrance. Lily felt her heart jump up into her throat, going perfectly still for a moment as he started to push inside her. That was an almost overwhelming sensation. He'd had his tongue and his fingers inside her but this was entirely different, her pussy having to stretch to accommodate him.

Lily's hands gripped his shoulders tightly as his hips moved to try and meet hers, her chest alternating between being perfectly still as she held her breath and pumping frantically with desperate pants. Moans were frequent when she breathed, her eyes shut tight or looking anywhere but up at Derrick. Her face was bright red, and on top of everything else she couldn't help but still feel shy and even awkward, a little embarrassed. Her main feelings were still mostly lust and excitement though. She looked up at him though when she saw him staring at her face out of the corner of her eye. Lily swallowed and looked back, her hands running over his shoulders as her body relaxed and adjusted to having him inside her, her hips twitching a little closer to his.

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He wasn't waiting much anymore it seemed, every twitch of his hips finding more of him within the woman. Eventually he pulled back, rocking his hips to give a slow thrust back into Lily, trying not to go too far but warring with the urge to give into what he figured they both wanted. Derrick didn't want to hurt her though so he stuck to that method until his hips met hers and he ground deliciously against Lily, shuddering a bit at how she felt around him, smooth and slick, hot and snug. Derrick groaned softly, his rigid cock throbbing within her pussy from time to time.

Derrick set a slow pace then, letting his body rest against Lily's, his weight pushing her into the mattress a bit while the slow rock of his hips rubbed his skin over hers. He wasn't just giving her time to get acclimated... it had been awhile for him as well and certainly not quite with as much feeling as he had for the lovely blonde who'd come home with him. For Derrick anyway this was more than a youthful romp. Still, the mounting urgency with which he took her kept low moans dropping from his lips, which more often found hers in breathless little kisses, or buried against her neck to stifle his more enthusiastic sounds.

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Lily moaned sharply when he drew back, dragging his cock back along her passage, stimulating her sensitive walls. That was still an entirely new sensation to her, all the pressure and friction inside her. Her hands gripped the flexing musculature of his shoulders tightly, gasping when Derrick pushed back into her. She was a little surprised by how readily her body reacted, her hips rocking up to try and meet his. It only took a few more tries until their hips finally met, Derrick's cock buried in the young woman under him, Lily moaning and gasping for breath.

After that, it was smooth going for Derrick as he set a firm, slow pace, his bulk pressing Lily down into the bed under her each time he pressed down into her. She was certainly glad of the slower pace, her body learning how to move with his to take full advantage of their rhythm. Lily returned each kiss he gave her, loving the sounds he made, feeling his lips moving against her neck. She shifted under him a little, wrapping one of her legs around his waist, relaxing and able to enjoy herself. Her pale skin was flushed pink, strands of blonde hair sticking to her forehead and her expression one of utter pleasure.

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In retrospect he'd suppose that things went rather easy on someone who was more than ready... Lily hadn't seemed too apprehensive after all, not after the foreplay and easing her into it, so Derrick probably needn't have worried so much. Still, when she settled and curled her leg around him, her body moving with increasing familiarity to the way his was, Derrick felt a thrill rush through him. He kept right on nipping and kissing at the soft, pale flesh of her throat and lower, his mouth brushing against her breasts as their motions rocked them into his touch.

Derrick's fingers gripped her hip firmly and slid down, curling against the curve of Lily's ass as he lifted her a bit into his thrusts, the motions coming with an urgency that underscored every other sign he was giving. Derrick was clearly and unreservedly having a great time just then, after all. "O-oh God... Lily..." his voice was a bit hoarse, thick with lust and a bit ragged from the eager gasps and gulps of air. As it was though, that urgency was leading to a deeper sort of press, his hips meeting hers more quickly, barely finishing the stroke before Derrick pulled nearly free of Lily to repeat it.

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Lily felt his movements starting to gain an edge of purpose now as they both started to relax and settle into a rhythm. She knew that for him especially it was a matter of pacing, trying not to rush her but trying not to just let things become stagnant. Lily had no idea what she was doing, though her body seemed happy to respond to the latent instincts it apparently had stored away somewhere. But actual knowledge? No, that was Derrick's responsibility, steering the ship so to speak. She was happy to let him, enjoying the ride all the while.

She felt Derrick's mouth traveling from her neck down over her chest, brushing the tops of her breasts. Her legs wrapped around his waist firmly as he started digging in a little deeper, her hands gripping him tightly. The young woman gasped, her head pressing back into the bed at the intense sensations working through her body. The drag of his cock as he withdrew from her then the return of pressure and friction as he filled her pussy all over again.

Lily buried her face in his dark hair, her sweet face flushed with heat and lust and her lips parted as she panted for breath and moaned eagerly. She could feel the press of his hips growing more and more urgent, her own responses matched his energy. "Ah! Derrick!" she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his insistently, taking him in hungrily. Her sex grew all the hotter and wetter, before Lily let out a sharp cry and her body arched up against his, her pussy throbbing tightly around his girth. Her orgasm ripped through her, making the young woman writhe and squirm under Derrick, gasping and moaning loudly.

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The man did manage to do a good job at the helm, as it were. Derrick wasn't about to lose his cool just then, even if Lily was entirely too exciting and inviting for rational thinking. He wanted to convince Morning Lily that Evening Lily had made a good choice though so he'd spent a lot of time making sure be was doing well for the young lady. To say he was smitten would be an understatement after all. He gasped against her smooth, soft skin as she bucked her hips against him, groaning deeply when he felt her arching up against him. During that though he didn't relent, his insistent thrusts driving his eager length deeply into Lily while she came, until he cut loose himself and ground his hips roughly against hers as his own release uncoiled and tore through him.

Derrick just lay there panting softly into Lily's neck, buried inside her and closing his eyes for a long moment. He shuddered atop her and grinned to himself, eventually pushing himself up and pulling enough away from the girl to settle against her without crushing her into the mattress. He stretched a little bit and nuzzled her neck just below her ear, not really coming up with anything to say just then.

As the night wore on Derrick found he couldn't really keep to himself and the pair found a few more ways to pass some time, though eventually they did wind up falling asleep. Derrick wasn't going to be getting up as early as usual for sure, not as worn out as Lily had left him anyway.

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Lily was reduced to little more than a panting, moaning mess by the time the man on top of her was coming down from his own orgasm. She opened her eyes a little when he pushed himself up off her a little, looking up at Derrick with an exhausted but satisfied expression. She smiled tiredly when he leaned in and nuzzled below her ear, huffing a soft laugh and rolling her head to the side to make it a little easier for him. Lily was too tired to do much of anything, even think, right then so she had yet to form a hard opinion on what she'd just done and what she was doing other than having enjoyed it immensely. And just wanting to go to sleep now. She managed to rest for a little while, curled up with Derrick in his bed, before waking a little later and feeling rejuvenated enough to enjoy the baker's attention some more. Eventually though they both fell asleep. Lily slept soundly through the night, having been a little drunk and then Derrick wearing her out. When she woke in the morning, weak gray light was filtering in through the curtains over the bedroom window. She just lay there for a moment, blinking slowly, not realizing she wasn't in her bed at first.

Then she became aware of someone in bed beside her and Lily jumped a bit, sitting up and looking over, seeing Derrick, and then looking around. She realized where she was immediately and felt her heart plunge into her stomach heavily. The girl closed her eyes, fighting off the feeling of panic trying to wash over her. Lily ran a hand over her face slowly, thinking. For a wild moment, she considered simply staying here, never going home. She liked Derrick, he seemed to like her, people had known one another even less before getting married... Lily signed though as she pushed the thought aside, knowing that her family wouldn't just let her go. She was too valuable to them. If she just never went back, they'd search for her, and if they found her, Derrick would no doubt be made to suffer for it. She couldn't stand the thought of him being punished because of her.

No, she knew she had to go. So the girl got up carefully, wincing at the soreness between her legs, and pulled her clothes back on, trying to straighten her hair a bit. Lily stopped for a moment, looking at Derrick as he slept and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Before she could change her mind, Lily left the room, searching around in the main room of his flat to find some parchment and ink with a quill. She wrote him a letter, trying to be brief so as to try and be done before he woke, but trying to explain as much as she could. Lily told him how much she liked him and had enjoyed herself with him, but that she couldn't see him again. She explained what she really was, but didn't go into detail as to who so that he wouldn't feel tempted to seek her out. Lily apologized for any trouble or pain she caused, and left the letter on his table before she left quickly, knowing that she was going home to a horrible welcome.

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Derrick had slept in, which was very unlike him especially given that his business for as long as he could remember was baking. Usually he'd have been up before the sun, greeting the day with stoked ovens and proofing dough, but the night before he'd been out at the festival with a woman Derrick was very certain he loved. In a very fairy tale way, Lily had swept into his life and blown out the cobwebs, brightening everything with her presence and wit. He woke slowly and didn't quite notice that Lily was gone at first, nor that the sun was bright in the room. He pushed himself up on one arm and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. The next few moments were a bit of a flurry, when he didn't see Lily and didn't know where she'd gotten to. Derrick was up and out of bed in a heartbeat, pausing briefly to draw on small clothes before hurriedly, panickedly searching his home and shop. Eventually Derrick found her letter and read it once without really comprehending.

The second reading left him sitting in the small chair he liked to read in, his heart hammering in his chest. In a few seconds that felt like weeks Derrick's plans for approaching Lily for a deeper relationship were shattered, then revived again when he made a foolish decision to find her and make it work. Then reason took hold and he cursed himself softly for a fool, even allowed himself the brief conceit that perhaps she'd just been slumming it. Eventually Derrick realized he knew better and the pair of them were an impossibility beyond that fleeting time they'd had... unless they ripped themselves up and spent their lives running anyway. Could he ask that of her and claim to care about her?

Ultimately, Derrick folded Lily's letter and slipped it safely into his book of recipes, wiping his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He'd keep making the desserts she'd liked and maybe one day she'd be back, but how could he even think of tearing Lily away from her life for a life of... uncertainty? Derrick knew he cared more for her than that. He got dressed and got his bakery going again, soon opening the door to customers and trying not to be sullen with them. The going rumors were that some scions of the local nobility had had a wild sort of time at the festival and Derrick, having had a good time himself, didn't envy those people their new problems. Until he found Lily in his life again though, Derrick would have to resign himself to working and hoping that wherever she was she was happy and that she would remember him.


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Matthew fingered the two pieces of paper, eyes locked on the brunette across from him. The hour wasn't late, but the bar was starting to empty out. That's the thing with being in downtown. Folks will linger for only so long after work, before drifting off to other, more exotic locales. Especially Friday night before a three day weekend.

He didn't expect her to accept. He knew Shelby had done just as well as he did, if not better, when the startup they worked for went public last year. He suspected it wasn't enough for her to just outright stop working, but it was enough to make a thousand dollars an inadequate incentive.

"Alright," he leaned back and pushed the tickets back into the middle of the table. "Looks like I can't talk you into it, or buy you off outright." Matthew had one card left to play. There was one, possible, chink in his friend's armor. He smiled. "How about a wager? Winner takes all."

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Those shoulder-length dark caramel tresses of hers that always looked so artfully tasseled, like she had simply rolled out of her lover's bed and run her fingers through them before continuing on with her day, swayed along her collarbone when she answered Matthew's question with a slow shake of her head. His assessing eyes had never left hers, and she felt the slow tug of her lips turn into a smile as he leaned back. Her fingers tapped slowly on the short glass they encircled. It was filled with whiskey and slowly melting ice. A favorite drink of hers in the watering hole she and her former-co-worker-turned-friend now frequented. Money or alcohol wasn't going to help him buy her out of this situation, however.

This band's farewell tour was going to be legendary. Tickets had sold out worldwide within hours. A mutual friend just happened to get some through work, couldn't use them, and had offered the two front-row seats to Matthew and Shelby. And the fun-loving female adventurer portion of that equation was not about to miss the opportunity to go for a simple cool grand. Which from the way the conversation was going, might have to mean that she spend three hours at the venue next to Matthew. It wouldn't be particularly bad night, but he hadn't been her first round draft pick of who to take. His last word trailed off and Shelby used that opportunity to raise her glass to her lips.

But then Matthew offered up another solution. One that had the glass stilling on its way up to her pink lips and an eyebrow arching high over her pale blue eyes. His words perked something within her. That little ever-present devil on her shoulder that was constantly telling the woman who had been hell-on-wheels since the day she was born to rev the engine higher, take the turn tighter and press the pedal farther, was chirping up again. And while Matthew was probably maneuvering her into something that would be advantageous for him... she couldn't help but be intrigued.

Because it was all in good fun, right?  So Shelby lowered the glass without a drink and leaned forward, more of her peach-colored skin showing through the peak-a-boo cutouts on her shirt as she placed her forearms on the table's slick surface between her and Matthew. "What kind of wager?"

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Now it was Matthew's time to take a chance. Truth be told, he's always been attracted to Shelby. It was not just her looks---though the combination of her long chestnut hair and those steel blue eyes was devastating. But it was not that. Not just that. It was her... spirit. Her sass. That almost indescribable vibrant spark some women possess, and the vast majority do not. Shelby could hold her own. Against anyone. Against him. And that, Matthew found, very enticing. Almost irresistibly so.

But, they've known each other for years. Too many years. College. Then their first jobs together, at the same start up. They were even on the same project team those last six months. Pounding away 14 hour days, week after week, to make the final push, to get everything ready for the launch. And during all those years, one or the other---or both---of them always had a significant other. In his case, it was Amy and Jessica. With that much history, maybe they were destined to remain mired in the 'friends' zone.

Or not. Both of them had now reached a decision point in their lives. Matthew had been offered a job in Chicago. He could accept and be out of New York before the end of the month. From there, well, it was likely he'd eventually lose touch with Shelby, since he heard she'd been approached by a firm out in California somewhere. If he let things be, each will go their separate ways and they'd probably never cross paths again.

So what did he have to lose? The worst she could do is turn him down, right? Matthew smiled and raised his own drink. "What if I told you, if you gave me 90 minutes with you---alone---I could have you begging," he smiled, "me to take those tickets off your hands. For free. Hmm?"

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Shelby watched Matthew raise his glass, preparing to take a drink as he enticed her further. No definitive words, no real wager laid just yet. Just the tease of one. Something she couldn't resist, and he knew it. Her eyes studied him, as if considering, but she already knew what the next words out of her mouth would be. Matthew was hot as hell, and tonight was almost the first time in years they had both been in the same room together... and been single. Besides, if the rumors his ex-girlfriend's had spilled about Matthew were true...

...then she was going to have a hard time winning this wager. But it would be a helluva ride.

Shelby was not one to back down. Even knowing that he was about to possibly be holding her over a barrel. Her hands clenched tighter around her beverage as she considered, for a moment, his words. And their potential. That soft pink tongue of hers wetted her equally soft lips as she drew in a breath to answer. "I'd say there was no way in hell that could be true." She gave him a smirk then, and tilted the glass to her lips, taking a sip. "But alright, I'll bite... ninety minutes, alone. Doing what, pray tell?"

[User] "Now, now," Matthew smiled back. "You can't expect me to divulge all my secrets." He took another swallow of his drink. "But I will make you the following promises," he counted off each with a finger. "It won't involve anything that dangerous. It won't involve anything illegal. It won't involve anything that will ever go beyond the two of us. And it will involve something that you, I suspect, have enjoyed at least once in your life. Something... pleasant," his eyes traced the way Shelby's hair fell along the left side of her neck. "Possibly something pleasant for both of us... so," Matthew emptied his glass. "Do we have a deal? Or do I need to do more to persuade you?"

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Shelby stayed quiet for a moment or two, letting the whiskey settle on her tongue and slide down her throat after Matthew smiled back at her, throwing a quip right back to her side of the table. He had always been able to do that with her---volley words like pro. Beer pong in college wasn't so much a competition of who could get the ball in the cup the quickest, but who had the best digs in on the other person or players.

Her eyes met his and she sucked in her bottom lip, listening to his promises. Every single word that flowed from his mouth to her ears conjured more and more images that tightened things lower and lower in her stomach. Her gaze moved to his fingers as they went up one by one. One of the rumors involved Matthew and his ex-girlfriends was just what he could do with those fingers. And make them do in return.

Shelby resisted the urge to shift in her seat as his eyes moved down over her form. Instead she stayed still for a heartbeat or two. Sure, she could agree right here and now to the wager. But where was the fun in that? She wasn't just about to set her drink down, put her hand in his and let him walk her out of this bar.

Instead, Shelby leaned back and finished her whiskey in one easy sip, setting the glass slowly back down on the table before pushing her chair back and standing up. She licked her lips, moving over to Matthew's side and leaning a hip against the edge of the table. Her hand extended to him as she asked. "I think you're going to have to push me around the dance floor once or twice to really seal the deal, darlin'. And tell me more about what these pleasantries you have planned could or could not involve."

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Dark brown eyes followed Shelby's every move. Followed her as she finished her drink, followed her as she took his measure, and followed her as she rose to her feet. Matthew's inchoate plan evolved. Oh, there was an opportunity for more here. A lot more. Perhaps. The music wasn't idea for dancing. A bit on the slow side. Probably due to the diminishing number of patrons. But that was fine. Slow was actually better for the waltz he had in mind. Matthew waited a fraction of a minute longer, then pulled himself off the table and took Shelby's hand.

Correction. He took her wrist. His finger closed around from below, as his thumb clamped down over top. The hold was solid---the kind you use when you want to make sure something, or someone, stayed close. His eyes never leaving hers, Matthew guided Shelby onto the dance floor. There, he turned her around once, before releasing her wrist and settling them into a classic couple's position. "So," his hand closed around her waist from behind, "what else would you like to know, before you accept my offer?"

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Matthew was at least a head taller than Shelby was. The moment he stood up, stepping into her body just enough to invade her personal bubble, she was aware of him. Not that she hadn't been before. But when the clearly alpha male moved so close that she could feel the heat radiate from his body, and have the hair on the back for her neck stand up, knowing she was in his cross hairs, Shelby became aware of her friend like she'd never been aware of him before. She began to notice things like his scent. The way his hand felt gripping her wrist. Her wrist, and not her palm. Like he was collecting her. Taking her. Keeping her closer than was absolutely necessary and taking the option of walking away from him off of the table.

Not that Shelby was looking to leave anytime soon. Oh, she could. She knew she had agreed to nothing yet, had no ties to Matthew and could turn and walk out the door at any moment if she so chose to. But that would also mean never getting a taste of the mysterious Matthew and playing it safe. Shelby had never been good at just staying safe. Protected? Sure. But safe? His eyes ensnared hers, never leaving, even staying steady as he loosened his hold on her arm and twirled her around once before bringing him flush up against his body in the classic dancing pose. Automatically, her hands went to 10 and 2 on his body, one around his shoulder, the other nestled easily in his palm. She had to tilt her head back slightly to keep the eye contact, but she wasn't about to break that. Not when he gave her free rein to ask more questions, clarifying the bet.

Shelby couldn't hold the smile at bay when he started moving them in time with the song playing. Even if she was barely paying attention to it or the other two couples on the floor. They knew each other well enough that the movement was natural, finding the beat easy. Dancing was just a pretense, after all. "Always so sure of yourself..." She mused lightly. "Probably why Amy used to tell me that you could bluff your way through a blazing inferno and never get singed."

She didn't let him counter, though. And the question off her tongue next was soft. Easy. The floor was open, negotiations had begun. "I'm assuming these 90 minutes alone together will take place at your house? Unless you'd prefer mine? And if we're alone, Matthew..." Her eyes did dip then. Just once. A heartbeat of a pause before she brought them back up to his. Licking her lips, then continuing. "How much of our clothing is staying on?"

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She flowed with him, easily. Naturally. Why did that surprise him? He and Shelby had known each other for a decade. They had worked together closely, for too many hours, under incredible stress. They had been there for each other for so many bad times. The shoulder to turn to, the place of safety and solace. The one person they could trust, to watch their back, no matter what. Why shouldn't this come naturally now? Why shouldn't they fit so well? Matthew suddenly noticed just how much lower his hand had drifted down her back... smiling, he move it a fraction of an inch higher. But just a fraction.

"Neither. I think either would give one of us too much of an advantage. No, I propose that we instead use my studio. It's a loft, just a half mile from here." He studied her expression closely. "It is where I do my private work. It is not a place I've shared with many. If you are willing, of course."

Matthew tilted his head at Shelby's second question. "My, my. Where is that mind of yours going, my dear? Just what kind of man do you take me for?" he laughed. And then allowed his eyes to wander down slowly, making a show of inspecting, admiring, Shelby's every curve. "Alright," he looked back, satisfied. More than satisfied. "I would say, for this wager---this challenge---you will get to keep two items of your choice. Any two. Does that sound fair?"

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Shelby had no idea Matthew had a studio anywhere near here. But then, they hadn't been in too close of contact in the past six months, so things may have changed. Her hand shifted in his. The palm at her back was starting to sear her skin through her clothing. She could feel him shifting it around slightly, his fingertips touching just low enough to almost cross the line of being indecent. Almost.

Quickly, she sifted through the memories she had of each conversation between herself and any of Matthew's ex-lovers. At no time, could she recall any of them talking about his loft. Then again, most were reticent to reveal more than a few details of what Matthew was like in bed. He joked at her second question and it pulled the smile fully onto Shelby's lips. A smile that turned slightly sultry as she felt his gaze caress down her body. As if tracing each curve not just with his eyes, but with other body parts that could make things clench and twist low in her stomach.

Their gazes connected again. His eyes bringing hers up like magnets. Bright. Almost eager. Filled with mischief and fun. And pleasure. "Two... yes... that sounds... fair..." She said, the words dripping slowly from her lips. As if she was chewing on each one before she let it slip out. "And how many do you get to keep?"

[User] "Oh, ho," Matthew laughed and his eyes narrowed, studying Shelby even more closely now. "Maybe this bet will not go as well as I imagined..." He looked down at himself, and then back to find her eyes again. "Alright. You decide. Any or all of this," he tilted his head down. "I'll remove whatever you choose. Before we begin. But then once we start," he held up a finger, "there will be no complaining if I utilize whatever you... reveal." His hand came around and held her once more. "Deal?"

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They swayed to the rhythm of the music for another few seconds as his hand came around her back and pressed her tight into his body. Taking a few steps to turn around, she kept her eyes on his face, studying. Almost calculating.

"Not go as well? When clothes are being removed?" She couldn't keep the incredulousness and surprise out of her voice. But the smile on her lips was ever-present as Matthew continued to move them around the space. "See now you have me wondering even more what you have in store..."

She chewed on her bottom lip then. Her teeth held the puffy pink petal in place as her smile threatened to pull it away from the confines. Her eyes dipped, the first time they had left his. And her black eyelashes were dark on her skin. It was another heartbeat and another turn before she brought her gaze back to his and answered. "Deal."

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Matthew's smile widened. "Deal," he repeated. Still, he didn't let Shelby go. Not just yet. With her hand, and her back, he guided her around the floor until the song came to a close. Matthew was not someone who left tasks unfinished. Nor was he someone who lacked patience.

"Win, lose or draw, Shelby, I promise that this will be a night you won't forget," he gave her a wink and lead the way back to their table. There, with one hand he left a couple Jacksons to cover their drinks and retrieved his jacket. With the other, he maintained his hold on Shelby's. "The studio is not far from here, shall we take my car, or yours?"

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Admittedly, Shelby was slightly surprised that Matthew didn't do what she half-expected. Which was to grab her hand and sweep her out of the establishment, disregarding everything else since she had effectively given him the green light on this night of theirs. Instead, he finished the dance like they had all the time in the world. She knew the man was patient---had seen how calculating he was---but this was an opportunity neither of them had had before. Most men would be foaming at the mouth for it.

Matthew wasn't most men, however. One glance at him and she knew that. How he held her even as he led them back to the table told her that. Anticipation and a slightly nervous twist was starting to take hold as they made their exit. Matthew never let go of her. Helped her on with her coat, picked up his and paid the tab. Walked them out into the cool night air. But never let go of her.

"Your car," she said as the soft breeze blew against her face, helping to cool it. It certainly wasn't the alcohol that had her cheeks pink and rosy. Her hair was tossed back over her shoulder, exposing her neck and shoulders as she looked up at him with a soft smile. "You know where this elusive loft of yours is..."

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Matthew came around and opened the door of the S550 for Shelby, holding her hand until she was settled in comfortably. "It's just a few blocks, really," he smiled and started the ignition. "Still plenty time for you you to back out and concede, if you wish." He placed his hand on her knee and began driving, certain he already knew her answer.

The loft was in one of the parts of town still undergoing gentrification. The buildings looked to be in serviceable condition, and mostly industrial in design. Matthew pulled his car into a two-story structure and pressed the control lowering the steel gate behind them.

From the looks of it, the ground floor was used for entirely parking and storage. Four spots were marked, and only one---theirs---was occupied. A set of stairs on the far wall let up to the second floor. "Last chance, Shelby," he met her gaze. "No turning back once I let you in."

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"And give you those tickets?" Shelby said, her eyebrows drawing inward and her eyes dancing with merriment. The look she gave him was the same as if he'd grown another head. Although her hand reached forward, fingers curling easily around his on her knee. "I think not..."

True to his word, they'd barely had time to get the engine of the Benz warm before Matthew was easing the beautiful piece of machinery into the empty parking spot. Shelby had barely moved the entire drive over. The seat formed to her body like a glove and she had always been comfortable in high-performance vehicles. Something about her namesake, maybe. That, and she trusted Matthew.

Which is why when her eyes met his once more as the steel gate to the parking garage clanged shut and the hum of the engine died, she grinned over at him. She knew he was baiting her. Giving her options to turn back. Because he knew her. Knew her stubbornness. The second Shelby was told she couldn't do something, that thing was exactly what she wanted to accomplish. To fly off the edge of the cliff and survive.

Still, there was trepidation, however, in her grip as she shook her head slowly. Disengaging the seatbelt, but not her hand from his, her answer was soft. "Absolutely not, Matthew. I'm a big girl. I'm sure I can handle whatever it is you think you can throw at me." With a squeeze to his fingers then, she reached for the door handle, pushing it open and stepping out of the vehicle without waiting for him to help her.

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Matthew watched as Shelby reasserted control. He smiled. That pleased him. Too many girls, too many times, would have just sat there and waited for him. Waited for him to cater to their needs. That's not Shelby. Shelby's making it clear she's neither his subordinate, nor his superior. She was his equal, even now. Especially now. Perfect. Just how long has Matthew waited for someone like her? He shook his head and dispelled those notions. Focus. Shelby could just be having fun. Dabbling, teasing, tempting. Despite the chemistry, the flow, the connection, it'd be just as easy for her to walk out after this night is over and disappear from his life. It's not like she doesn't have options and opportunities.

Matthew came around and met Shelby on the other side of the car, offering her his elbow. "Shall we?" Upstairs was a long hallway with five doors. Four into separate loft units and one to the front entrance. The entire building was quiet, except for the two of them. It didn't appear as if anyone occupied a space here other than Matthew.

"This way, my dear," he unlocked the door to the door marked "1." The difference between the interior and exterior was stunning. Technically the space could qualify as a loft: it was essentially one large room, with a wall of windows facing outwards, a small but opulently furnished kitchen, a door to what is likely the restroom, and a flight of stairs leading up to a king sized bed. The main living area was separated by a screen. One one side was conventional furniture---table, chairs, desk. What was on the other remained wholly obscured.

The decor matched Matthew. Modern, efficient, expensive, and precise. On the wall against the stairs were a series of photographs. Black and white photographs. Landscape, buildings, animals, and women. Matthew guided Shelby inside and took her coat, before sealing the door behind them. "Do you care for anything? A drink? Maybe a chance to freshen up, before we get started?"

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Meeting in the middle, Shelby accepted Matthew's offered arm easily, her fingertips resting gently on his coat as he led them up the stairs and into the building proper. The building was quiet. As if everyone was asleep. Or non-existent. She and Matthew were disappearing into their own little world tonight. And it felt perfect.

Her eyes took in everything the moment they stepped into the loft. Appraising the craftsmanship of how the designer had kept both the structural integrity of the obviously older building and incorporated its elements into the room. Exposed brick, perfectly polished original hardwood floors. Minimalistic but beautiful furniture. The night lights from the city blinked across the floors reflection from the wall of windows that let them in. It suited Matthew.

Ever curious, Shelby broke away from Matthew after he took her coat, her fingertips brushing over the back of the couch as she turned slowly in the space. She was careful to keep her steps light and silent. Matthew, ever the consummate host, offered her refreshments. And a bit more time. Something she found herself grateful for. She smiled at him, nodding. "I'd love a water... and I'm just going to make use of the facilities..." Or snoop through your medicine cabinet. Try and discover a few more of his secrets before the bet really began. Because Shelby had a feeling that Matthew was going to lay all of hers bare before they were done tonight.

Disappearing into the bathroom that perfectly complimented the loft, Shelby made sure to take a minute to draw in a breath, relieve herself, wash her hands and run her fingers through her hair. She was confident in her looks, in her body, but Matthew had a way that made her fidgety. Or maybe it was the possibilities of the night ahead that had her shifting against the sink, trailing her fingers over his toothbrush and shaving supplies. She didn't know what was on the horizon and that knowledge made her both anxious and excited at the same time. Satisfied and realizing she couldn't stay in there all night, Shelby emerged from the bathroom.


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Samantha chewed on that mental image for a few moments; standing on all fours with her bottom up. Her father pumping into her from behind while holding her hair, his muscles tightening. Or the second image he conjured; Samantha on her back with her legs spread or wrapped around his back. She had seen some others she would have liked to try as well.

She was aroused now. Samantha wished her father would have shifted that hand on her tummy lower, to feel her sex, but she knew it wouldn't happen right now. "That's... interesting." She smiled with mischief. "Do you have any 'kinks', you know. Special things you like? I'm kinda looking forward to... when it comes to that... using my mouth."

[Assistant] Frank's brows scrunched slightly as he registered what she'd said. It wasn't the fact she'd asked, how she'd said it at the end. "Well I'm not going to go in depth but I like to, uhh, cum on my partner? Hearing them say how much they want it, but having them ask for it." He shook his head at the thought of his daughter down on her knees, sucking his cock while begging for his cum. "Though you'll have to figure out what you like yourself. I'm sure you'll find some lucky guy that will make you as happy as he satisfies you."

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"Yeah, I hope so too." Samantha replied. She heard herself make a little gasp, having forgotten to breathe for a little while. "Cum, huh? I like that... what I've seen of it online, I mean. I bet it tastes really..." Good, was probably not the right word. "...erotic." She shrugged. "Yeah, I'm going to have to try everything before I decide what I like, even if I have some ideas already."

She continued shifting her bottom back against her dad, perhaps a little more firmly. Her hands rested on his arms, embracing her. "Well... I'm not cold any longer." Samantha concluded. Her arousal was making her as hot as the sun had before. Now, it was setting beyond the trees and the lake and the distant mountains. It was getting darker, but they still had the fire for light and warmth.

Turning her head again she gave him another kiss on the cheek, just a little closer to the corner of his mouth. "Thank you for being so honest with me. You really are the bestest."

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Frank cocked his head at her describing it as erotic. She'd been the first person to say that. "Well you'd be a strange gift to a man that loves that kinda thing if you really do learn that it tastes like that." It was then he realized that she'd gotten warmer. No, hotter. Even at the distance they were from the campfire it didn't make sense of why they were so warm.

He smiled at her peck, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. Though she was getting awfully close to his lips, he just blew it off as a bad angle. "Anything for you sweet pea. You know that I'd do anything for my little girl. Any other questions before I get up and make another hot dog?" He was hungry from all the activity and sweating he'd been doing all day.

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"Not right now, daddy." Samantha shifted forward to let her father get up to get some food; presenting her round bottom in the process. She sat back down and as soon as he turned away she put her hand on her pussy, feeling herself through the shorts. She was horny as hell, which was rather frustrating.

She watched him move about, eyeing him hungrily. Desiring him. "Yeah... one more thing?" Her voice was a little affected by her lust. "How often do you... masturbate? Won't we need to take care of... business while we're out here?"

[Assistant] As Frank sat up, his eyes passed over her bottom slightly before averting his eyes. Quickly he got a got hot dog from the fire, eating it as fast as he prepared it. He nearly choked on the last bit as he registered her question. "I-I didn't think it'd be a problem for me sweety. But if you need to I'll give you some time alone if you want. I'd rather you be happy then pent up and not enjoying yourself." Smiling as he sat back down, wrapping his arms around her again. "Honey, you are really burning up. Are you sure you're all right?" He asked as he uncovered them slightly.

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"No... that's okay." Samantha smiled. "I want to be with you all the time." She snuggled back into his embrace and sat there for a while, enjoying the moment. "I'm okay, daddy. Don't worry." She gave him a mischievous look over her shoulder. "But I better cool down again..."

Samantha stood and walked a few paces away from the fire, where she was half in shadow. Hands shifted to her back, removing the bikini top. She dropped the shorts and stood there naked, with her back towards her father.

"Time for that skinny dipping..." She looked at her father again. Her body was sensational, even through the shadows; shapely, young, perfection. She stepped towards the water. "Wanna come?"

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"Well, if you insist." Smiling lovingly. Frank wasn't surprised when she got up and said she wanted to cook down again. She was still so hot, and swimming would do just the trick. What he didn't expect was when she stepped into the dancing shadow of the fire and started to strip. He was speechless as she asked if he wanted to join her, He'd thought she was just joking about it before. Her body was just like her mothers, something he had not expected to see during this trip. His eyes drank in her form as she looked back at him, his eyes going up and down her shapely form.

"W-well. I-I---m-maybe we shouldn't. I guess I'll come down with you though to make sure you're alright while you're swimming." Getting up and following her. He gently hooked her arm in his and started to make their way down to the lake. Doing his best to avoid looking down at her and ignoring the feeling of her skin against him. his mind raced between knowing that the could look if he wanted, since he was her father and there was nothing wrong with that, and knowing that if he did he would be doing so in a way that a father shouldn't.

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Samantha leaned into her father's arm. Then stepping into the water, she let go of him. The cool water was wonderful against her hot, glistening skin. She felt sensual and beautiful in the moonlight in the water as it washed over her legs. She turned to face him sideways, giving him a view of both the side of one breast and her round bottom. The nipple was hard and elongated.

She let the water engulf her as she walked out into it. "It feels great, daddy! Come on."

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Frank could only watch as his daughter went into the moonlit lake. His cheeks feeling hot suddenly as she turned back to him, Looking away from the sight of her breast and bottom as she turned back to him. He coughed slightly, thoughts racing through his head. _Why would she want to go skinny dipping? Why am I getting bothered by the sight of my daughter naked? I shouldn't be. This isn't right at all._

Nervously he crossed his arms as he looked back up. She was covered in the water now, waiting for him to join. Sighing he started to take off his shirt. "A-alright honey. give me a second. Don't want to get my clothes wet." He called to her, tossing shirt to the side. _Why am I so nervous now? It's not like she hasn't seen me naked before. Has she?_ Before reaching down and taking off his lower ware. Trying to be as subtle as possible, only managing to trip to the side as he lost his balance exposing his crotch for a few seconds.

Quickly he made his way into the water, the cool water a nice change again from the warm air. "You were right sweety this really isn't that bad." Swimming closer to her, but keeping his distance. "Really was a good idea to go swimming, but clothes would've been better. Don't want anything to come out of the blue and get at the bits." Laughing as he went under the water for a second and resurfacing.

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How could Samantha not try to look at her father as he undressed? She adored him and lusted after him. She bit into her lower lip and moaned quietly as he took off his clothes and sank underneath the surface. "Well, daddy, if you feel someone coming after your bits make sure it isn't me." She giggled and swam on her back; her nipples poking out of the water.

"This feels so good. Clothes would definitely not have been better." She turned again and swam towards him, clearly not allowing him to keep any sort of distance. Her hands stroked her wet hair out of her face and back to her neck. She smiled, flashing white teeth through full lips in the dim light. Samantha continued playing and splashing and swimming.

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Frank was shocked at his daughter, the words easily coming to him through the quiet of the night over the songs of insects. "I would think that we would have to stop swimming nude if that happened. Not to mention that we'd have a pretty big problem if you did." He watched out of the corner of his eye as she swam, Unable to stop looking at her if he could. Half his mind occupied with what could be in the water, and the other half idly wondering if her body was as wonderful feeling as it looked.

He couldn't tell if it was just his mind getting to him, or if her just felt at peace swimming around with her. Though she might be up to something, which was clear, he was sure that it was all in his head. She was all talk, she would never do anything like that with him or want to. He floated there for a second, staring at the moon as it watched over them. "Really did enjoy today, sweety. Hopefully the whole trip is like this."

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"Oh?" Samantha raised one eyebrow and glanced down as if she could see through the water. "How big a problem are we talking about?" She laughed, not expecting him to answer that. It was a wonderful experience. The water was nice after a long day of heating. The moon was up. The company was the best. Being nude felt... freeing. Samantha acted casual about it, not making a fuss if a boob was exposed nor her bare bottom, as they played, swam and talked.

In the end, after a long time in the lake, it was time to get dry again. Samantha walked out of the water. She was dripping wet and there was goosebumps all over her body. Her skin was glistening wet. She turned halfway back to him, slightly shivering "Back to the fire?"

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Frank smiled at her comment, not noticing that her gaze had shifted to look intimate the water. Even as fit as he was several swims in one day started taking a toll, the playing getting tired him faster then he ever remembered. He was grateful when she finally swam to the shore, his arms aching.

His tired mind just took in the sight of her, not caring anymore besides getting dried off and going to sleep. He quietly wished to himself that his wife was here, that the sight of her body reminded him of the hot summer nights they summer together. He nodded as asked to go to the fire. "The fire and some blankets sound great right now." Gathering his clothes and making his way back with her.

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Samantha walked naked up to their camp. Round hips swaying with every step. Her large breasts bouncing with every move. Her wet skin glistening in the dim light.

She was soon huddled close to the fire and her father, wrapped in some thin blankets. Her wet hair was drying. She looked up to see sparks from the fire shooting towards the sky like reversed falling stars. "I'm having such a wonderful time, daddy!" She whispered and pushed herself even closer. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. Once. Twice. A third time.

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His eyes kept wandering from the forests to her, more to make sure she didn't get hurt then anything. _At least she's enjoying herself._ He thought as they reached camp. Searching around he found some blankets and towels to wreak turnstiles up as they watched the fire slowly cool.

Sitting there with her made him forget her strange behavior, and relaxed finally. Sleep a slowly starting to overcome him as his eyes fluttered occasionally. He smiled as she scooted closer, and gave him a kiss. "I'm glad you're having a good time too." He said sleepily as she gave him another, then another. It was strange that she'd given him 3 kisses, maybe she was really enjoying herself more then he could tell? Slowly liking over at her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Love you sweetie."

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"Mmm... I love you too daddy." One hand touched his shoulder and a finger lightly stroked down across his chest. "You're tired. It's been a long day. We should get you to bed." Samantha's tone of voice was playful, but caring. As if she was the parent. She held the blanket in front of herself, as they got to her feet. While she had been naked in the dim light from the moon just before, the brighter light from the fire and the lantern in their camp wasn't quite the same.

Soon, the two of them were inside the one tent, having made sure to at least close it enough to keep any mosquitoes out. It was still hot and Samantha was as much on top of the unzipped sleeping back as inside it. The blanket barely covered her breasts and was draped over her hip. She was on her side, facing her father... love in her eyes.

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Frank felt himself relax to her touch. She was right. Her words seemed to find just the right tone to make the feeling of his soreness come and go. Smiling he nodded, letting her get up with the blanket, thankful she chose to cover herself.

After some time they finally managed to scoot into the tent. After some bumping they finally settled. He let out a deep sigh as he relaxed. He didn't mind sleeping so close to her, but was not expecting her to sleeping naked with him in the same tent. "I know it's a bit warm, but are you sure you want to sleep naked? Not even a bra or panties?" He was on his back, but angled slightly to face her. The black of the tent making a sharp contrast to her light skin, making it hard to not trail along her body.

"Never thought you'd be so comfortable sleeping naked though. Not that I thought of it at all." Quickly stammering out the last part as he averted his gaze to the ceiling of the tent.

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"I like sleeping naked." Samantha explained. Her voice was getting sleepier. She snuggled even closer. Her mouth touched her father's shoulder and she kissed it softly. One hand eased over his chest and down to his upper abdomen, where it remain in rest. One thigh eased forward until her knee touched him.

She kissed his shoulder lightly again before closing her eyes. Her breaths grew further apart, although she wasn't yet asleep. The blanket slid down a little, fully exposing the sensational curvature of her hip and bare bottom.

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"Well if that's what you like, I'm not going to press you." Frank said, shrugging slightly. A feeling of slight discomfort cane over him as she cuddled closer. Without much room to move away, he just accepted that she was a cuddler. Gently moving to dim the lantern as she barred more skin, not wanting to see more then he had to. Though for a moment his eyes strayed on her bottom, shaking his head slightly as he realized what he was doing.

As the sound of the insects starting to sing become louder as her slowed he carefully moved to lay on his back, sliding an arm around her head as he tried getting comfortable, coming to a rest on her shoulder. "Goodnight sweetheart. Sweet dreams." Drifting to sleep as he thought about the day, a smile on his face.

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As the temperature sank throughout the night, Samantha snuggled closer still and (in her sleep presumably) draped the blankets and her open sleeping bag over them both. Her thighs entwined with his legs and her big bare breasts pressed into his side. Her head rested on his shoulder and her arm remained over his abdomen.

She woke fairly early, but kept her eyes closed. Maybe she'd go back to sleep for an hour or two more.

After a few more minutes her hand shifted downwards a little. She wondered if she'd found her father erect in his sleep. She had heard guys usually woke up with a 'boner'. She hadn't planned on molesting him in his sleep or anything, it was just too tempting. Maybe she could just brush against it and he'd never know.

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As his mind rested, Frank's body still was awake, reacting in small ways to her movement. Occasionally stirring to get more comfortable as she crept closer, arms moving on their own accord as he seemingly pulled her closer as they got warmer. The feeling of her against him making his body come to life. Though as close as they were, he'd still been careful to keep his crotch away from her.

He stirred slightly as her hand traveled farther down, shifting his arm that wasn't around her to over his head covering his eyes.

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Samantha sensed her father stirring and her heart skipped a beat. He had pulled her closer, which felt amazing, but she was afraid of angering him if she touched him where she wanted to. After a few seconds she continued nonetheless; fueled by her love and desire. She let her hand shift further down towards his crotch, while her own bare thigh slid over his. One of her nipples were hard against his side, the other was exposed to the air.

She could feel warmth and smooth skin and let a finger slide over his shaft... eyes shifting up to judge his reaction.

[Assistant] A mumble of sleep words escaped Frank as his hips raised slightly into her hand. A hand rubbing his eye as he scooted closer. Going to her leg and lightly pulling it towards him then resting it on her calf. "Shouldn't... might hear us." He mumbled, dreaming of being at home in bed. "Do... uhhh... quietly." His cock giving a hard throb again as he waited for the pattie that would've come.

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Samantha was so nervous and aroused at the same time that she could hardly control herself. She let her fingers tighten a little around her father's thick shaft. It was warm and hard and wonderful to touch. Slowly she shifted her hand up and down like she imagined a man would stroke himself.

She could feel it throbbing and more than anything she wanted to feel it inside herself. But it was too soon. Difficult as it was, Samantha let go of him and let hand shift up to his chest again. She leaned in closer and kissed her father's cheek. Very close to his lips.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead..." the shapely teen whispered. She was nude and barely covered and held tight against his body.

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Frank moaned as her hand shifted around his cock, the feeling of her soft skin waking him slowly, his hips bucking into her hand. His arm pulled her closer as he stirred, still half asleep as he groggly kissed her on the nose. "Mmm, seems I'm awake." Smiling as he rubbed his eyes. He missed having such a sexy woman at his side, his mind thought.

Then it hit him as he finally realized where he was and this was his daughter he was talking to. Eyes shooting open, he quickly tried to get a few inches between them. "Uhh, sweetheart. You're barely clothed at all, aren't you cold?" Starting to panic as he realized that the last few moments weren't a dream, and thinking of what was and wasn't. "Up early aren't you?"

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"Yeah, couldn't sleep." Samantha looked over at her father with a loving smile. One of her breasts were entirely bared now that he had moved a little back and the breast wasn't pressed against his chest. She made a show of pulling the cover slowly up to barely cover the erect nipple. "I slept so good, snuggling tight to you daddy."

"Anyway, I'm not cold. The sun is already up. I think it's going to be a really hot day." She rested her head on her hand and elbow. "We taking that hike today, after breakfast?" They had talked about walking a bit from their camp.

Samantha's breast was already bared again. She sat up, exposing both. "I need to go pee and get dressed." Grabbing some clothes from her pack, she shifted over on all four, showing off her round bare bottom, before heading out of the tent.

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A short bust of rubbing his eyes to wake himself up and his new view was her slowly covering up. Frank was suddenly very aware of himself, rising up to try avoiding showing his erect state. "Uhh. Of course sweetie. Hopefully your not too tired for it." He groaned. as he stretched, her shapely rear just out of his view as she went out.

Plopping original his back, he sighed closing his eyes. Still unsure if what had happened did or not. Sighing he had no choice but to chalk it up to a dream as he got dressed in the tent, his shirt over his shoulder as he exited. Soon he'd started a small fire, cooking some eggs, ham, and bacon. Gathering his bag as he let it cool a bit. "Samantha. Breakfast is ready. Hope you've got everything you need for the day." Pilling two plates full of eggs, ham ,and bacon.

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Samantha ate heartily, a mysterious smile sometimes playing over her full lips. She licked her fingers clean and helped tidy up and get ready for the day. She was wearing the same shorts as the day before, but her top was just a t-shirt without a bra underneath.

She was ready and obviously letting him lead the way with his authority and experience. Sometimes though, she was walking ahead and when the trail was wide enough, side by side. At a steep portion she took his hand and kept holding it for a while. It felt... romantic.

Soon, the two had climbed up to a high vantage point with a stunning view, where they were taking a breath. Samantha had worked up a bit of a sweat. Her skin was glistening, her cheeks were flushed and her shirt was clinging to her chest.

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Quickly they set off, making onto a path nearby. Though Frank had noticed her choice of shirt and lack of... under shirt. He decided it was fine as long as she was comfortable. The forest brimming with life in the morning air as they trekked on. He felt better then he had in a long time. He kept the pace slow for Samantha, not wanting her to get too tired or hurt herself on the terrain as the path was over grown in some spots.

After a time they came to an overlook. "Would you look at that, it's amazing!" Setting his bag down. Looking over to Samantha his eyes lingering on her chest for a few seconds, before he starting to look through his bag. "Sweetie, do wanna take some pictures here? Would make some great shots! Then we could go farther up if you want, shouldn't be too far from the peak and we could make it back before nightfall."

Finding his camera and taking some pictures of the view, making sure to get lots of action shots of her looking out over it, he added "You look great sweetie! Have you ever thought about modeling?"


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Amelie scoffed as Fareeha gave her hand a squeeze, looking all smug and proud of herself. She knew what the woman was trying to suggest. If she wanted to think that, she was free to---the scoff was as much for Amelie to discredit that notion as it was to try and ignore the shiver that traveled up her arm and down her spine from the gesture. She was well aware of the physical advantage that Fareeha had. It was part of what made it hard to keep her eyes from lingering on the woman's body. That armored flight suit she wore really did her no favors. But, for tonight, and the rest of that vacation, she could remedy that. A woman had more means of armor than actual metal plating. And the right dress, with the right jewels, could be much more effective than simply flying in with a rocket launcher.

But it was obvious that they were out of the world Fareeha understood as she watched the almost nervous look cross the woman's face as they entered the boutique. A smug smile crossed Amelie's lips, her eyes scanning over everything on display. The price tags meant little to her. Between her savings from her ballet career, the money left from Gerard's estate, her own holdings with Talon, and very well placed investments (something she would never give Sombra credit for aloud), money was immaterial to her. It wasn't a life she lived where such things were important, not as they had once been. Nights like this one, brief moments of indulgence were nice, but... if she lingered too long, she would start to remember. And not all of those memories were worth letting out of her subconscious. "No, no, petit fille, this is not for me. I have my outfit already waiting in my room. This is for you," he teased, when Fareeha tried to brush her off. But the hand trailing down her back before giving her ass a squeeze, and the kiss to her cheek, froze the smug smile, her eyes widening slightly. That was bold---very bold. Anyone else would have had that wrist broken. Instead, cool, slender fingers caught it when Fareeha tried to pull away, to loiter like some disinterested companion, before being tugged towards the dresses.

"Now, which first, which first..." she sighed. An attendant was with them with a gentle snap of her fingers, and the French beauty started to pick things out. A flowing purple gown, a slim and sexy red dress, and of course, a tight and borderline immodest little black dress... those would be good to start with. Matching shoes for each, of course. "We may have to stop somewhere for your... delicates, depending on which you settle on. I do not think camouflage will work with any of these. I have seen what Helix issues their soldiers..." she said with a dismissive, disgusted sniff. With a tug and gentle push, she nudged Fareeha towards the changing rooms. "Let me know if you need help..." she toned with a suggested, arching a slender brow, crossing her arms over her chest as she just grinned at the poor soldier she was dragging into a world she would be lost in.

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Fareeha found herself tugged into the boutique, a bit alarmed at this turn of events. "Wait you were serious about that?" She stammered. First she hadn't expected Widowmaker to actually be generous enough to buy someone else a dress, let alone a daughter of an Overwatch agent, and second... her in a little dress? Still, the way it came off as a challenge Fareeha went along with it, determined not to be scared off in front of her... rival? Were they rivals anymore? She put that thought aside. She didn't have anything except her swimsuit so she wore it underneath the purple flowing gown. She took three steps in the thing before she almost tripped over the flowing skirts, loudly declared "Hell no" and returned to the dressing room.

She then came out in the little red dress. A few inches taller than the woman it was designed with in mind, on the tall Egyptian girl it looked positively scandalous. "Well I can see why the color of my underwear would matter." She commented dryly. "But absolutely not." She quickly ducked back inside. Finally she emerged in the black dress. She looked surprised, like she kept wanting to find a reason to hate it but one wasn't coming. She turned about, watching the high waisted, but fairly short, circle skirt twirl out a little. The body of the dress was sleeveless with a high scoop neck. It was less glamorous than the first, less girly than the second, but still fun and a bit flirty. She opened her mouth to think of a reason to object, but couldn't find one.

"Huh." She said, perplexed at the reflection of herself in a little black dress and actually finding it somewhat okay. "What uh, what do you---?" She trailed off, almost afraid that Amelie would say something horrible about the way her muscular body looked in the little feminine garment.

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"Mmm, I was... unless you were not, about accompanying me tonight?" Amelie hummed with a teasing, taunting tone. She was quickly catching on that the woman wasn't one to bow away from a challenge, and that was a fact she was all to happy to continue exploiting. Especially if it meant continued chances to embarrass and mess with the wanna-be Overwatch agent, the daughter of her mentor, and an annoying do-gooder in her own right. At least she wasn't as peppy and optimistic and annoying at that little, British gnat. Someday there was going to be a reckoning there. And that cute redhead she waltzed around with at home wasn't as secret or safe as the gnat might think... but that was a muse for another day, and as Fareeha started to walk out in the first selection of dressed, Amelie turned her full attention to the Egyptian soldier.

The purple gown went as she had expected---when Fareeha tripped and quickly swore the gown off, the blue-skinned sniper snickered and grinned. Such a gown took practice to master and pull off, so even if it had been quite fetching with the woman's skin tone and body, it had really been chosen more for her amusement of watching her trip. The red dress had a lot of promise... but the soldier was apparently too conservative. A pity, that. So that left the best friend of any woman, the little black dress. When Fareeha stepped out in it, Amelie blinked, face softening briefly, as she looked over the woman in front of her. Any other woman would have felt a rush at the sight. All Amelie could do was sigh softly and take in the view, her slowed heart beating perhaps a bit faster...

"I think..." she hummed, walking up to Fareeha, sensing her nerves and pouncing on them. Letting her answer be delayed, she walked around the woman, as if a hunter examining its prey before the assault, before sliding up behind her. Chilled hands ran over Fareeha's shoulders, down her toned arms, as her breath played against the soldier's ear. "You will look exquisite on my arm, tonight... with the right accessories, you might even almost have a hope of rivaling me. Almost." she teased. Hands ran back up the soldier's arms, and she leaned a bit more into Fareeha's back. "Relax, mon petit fille... you are a soldier, no? This is just another weapon in your arsenal... one far more useful, and refined, than your missiles. But do not worry... even if you have spent so long in the world of baboons, I will show you your true power as a woman..." Teeth nipped at Fareeha's earlobe, and like that... Amelie was gone, stepping away as if nothing had happened, snapping her fingers for an attendant to show themselves again.

"We will take it. Get her measurements, it will need fitted properly." she spoke, the seductress gone, that tone only for Fareeha's ears, as the cold, superior, almost disinterested heiress returned. From somewhere, a credit card appeared, a deep black with little in the way of printing or numbers on it. "Come, come, we have not all day. You will need something proper to wear under that. And... hmm... you do not need heels for height, but to show off those legs. Mmm... your hair is fine. Exotic. But I will require a stop in the salon." she listed off their tasks for the afternoon, to ensure they were ready for the night, and started to walk off again, hardly giving Fareeha time to change back into her swimsuit. "Are you coming?" she called back over her shoulder.

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She stood still as Widowmaker circled her, starting at her reflection like it was the unknown sky in front of her. She nodded slowly, sucking her lips in as she heard the words in that beguiling French accent. Just another took in her toolkit. The ability to walk into a room and draw every eye, to charm and seduce and dazzle. She had always been a bit jealous of how Amelie could be terrifying in combat but have such poise outside of it. Did she really have the potential to be that sort of woman too? Well... what did she have to lose finding out?

"Alright..." she said softly, turning to face the woman with a smile as she nipped her ear and vanished. She laughed, putting a hand up to her earlobe and swatted at her as she danced away. The attendant was very quick with her measuring tape and questions and where to send the completed product too. Fareeha ducked into the dressing room and emerged with her canvas bag over one shoulder, hurrying to catch up to the sniper.

*WHACK* Her long fingers smacked into the exposed backside of the woman, loud enough to draw a few glances from about, and when people saw the couple their gazes lingered, as did Fareeha's hand on that cold posterior, squeezing it possessively as she came around her other side so that the arm draped about her. "Let us get one thing straight." She said with a smile, tipping up Amelie's chin with her free hand so they were gazing into each other's eyes. "YOU will be on MY arm tonight." She grinned, a playful, but predatory grin. "Now, let us go and get you pretty for me." She squeezed firmly and pressed her hand forward, guiding the woman towards the salon. She actually had no idea where it was just assumed it was in the direction the French woman was already headed.

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Amelie's reaction when the hand met her bottom with a loud smack, and lingering touch, was not the best she could have had. Nor would the moment be her proudest. Because Amelie Lacroix, the world famous ballet dancer, and the infamous assassin Widowmaker... squeaked. With a slight jump, the epitome of a femme fatale made a sound more fitting of a blushing school girl. Her eyes widened as faces in the store turned to look at the two of them, and Fareeha's hand lingered for a decidedly possessive show for curious eyes. If her heart would have been up to the task, some color might have graced her blue cheeks. The sting of pain had her wondering if the Egyptian had struck her hard enough to leave a mark, however, and if she had to walk around in her bikini with the woman's hand print on her ass...

...Fine. If she wanted to play that game, Amelie would oblige her. "Oh, yes..." she scoffed out, trying to brush aside the fact that she had squeaked, as Fareeha tried to settle in as the dominant partner in this little dance they had going. "Because the beautiful ballet star, famous on stages around the globe, can only go out as a... La Coupe des Mousquetaires, no?" Referencing the old trophy given to the winners of the French Open, simply because she liked the reference of the old Musketeers to Fareeha's own profession as a soldier, she turned her nose up at the woman as with a well-practiced shrug slipped out from under Fareeha's arm. It was hardly her first time shrugging off someone who was getting too far ahead of themselves. "Be careful, you are using up my good will awfully quick. It would be a shame if it had to be reported you were harassing a poor, helpless widow..." she hummed teasingly. After all, under any other circumstance would a star as famous as her grace the arm of a soldier like Fareeha? Turning, she gave Fareeha a poke to the nose, stealing a move from that annoying Latina pest, before continuing on her way.

"We need to get you some nice things to wear with that first... as I don't trust you to find something fitting of being on my arm if I let you roam free while I get my hair done..." she hummed, leading the way towards another pricey looking lingerie store. "Mmm... and then jewelry... though I may have some spares I can lend you. You will have to turn heads for me, so I can handle a few tasks without being noticed..." she whispered, conspiratorially, as if she were turning Fareeha into an accomplice. Which, in a way, she was. But the soldier was likely never to guess just what she would be an accomplice for.

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"You are neither poor nor helpless, and only a widow by your own design." Fareeha pointed out as the nimble assassin wiggled out of her arms. It was impressive the way she'd done it, looking for all the world like she'd just slipped away but in reality executed several very quick and complicated maneuvers to escape Fareeha's tight grasp.

She allowed herself to be led to the lingerie store, not bothering at all to help with picking out what might go with the little black dress, and then dragging Amelie with her into the changing room this time. The room was rather small, just a few feet along on each side with a large mirror and a small bench on which Fareeha placed their potential purchases.

"Now." She said in a low voice as she lifted up a lacy black bra. "Two questions, and you had better tell me the truth. First, what exactly are you planning this evening?" She said obviously suspicious. "And second," her tone switched to more wonder and exasperation as she held up the bra, "How did you know my exact size?"

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"Ah, but none of them know that?" Amelie chuckled out softly. And who would the public at large believe? That their beloved ballet star was secretly a top assassin with an international terrorist organization, or that she was being picked on by a possessive soldier-type? It wasn't a question that even needed to be asked. But certain that things would not come to that, she continued on her way. The lingerie store was calling, and truth be told, she was looking forward to seeing Fareeha trying on various sets. While the logical choice would be a nice set in black lace, there was no reason to let the woman know it would be so easy. So why not enjoy the show, for a bit? Not that her bikini didn't already give everything away. But they were hardly intimate, and it was amazing what just a bit of lace and silk could do for the image a woman could strike.

It was a bit suspicious, however, that Fareeha contributed nothing to the hunt for a set. Not even a word of protest as some more risqué items were pulled from their places in the store. But she wasn't expecting to be pulled into the changing room, and as the door closer behind them, she laughed softly, clicking her tongue at the Egyptian woman. "Mmm... so improper. Just what would your dear mother think?" she taunted Fareeha. The grin on her blue lips only widened at the obvious suspicion that Fareeha held for her. It was amusing---as she had yet to truly lie to the soldier. But the switch from suspicion to wonder only made her laugh, a soft, seductive, dangerous sound as she sighed, her hands coming up to push Fareeha's hand holding the bra down, and brush up those toned arms, to rest on her shoulder. "I plan... exactly what I have told you. Dinner and a show, with a pretty little soldier to show off..." she hummed.

Fingers would start to pluck at the strings of Fareeha's bikini, as her smirk took a mischievous tint. "And nothing escape's my sight... I have a very good eye. You know my work, you should know this, Fareeha..." she teased. Admittedly, a small part of her was jealous. Fareeha was a bit more gifted than she was. Just was a ballet dancer's curse, but, it didn't stop the jealous pangs. "Now... do I need to teach you how to put these on, since I am in here? Or do you think you can manage?"

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"Mmm hmmm." Fareeha said, her tone expressionless as she eyed Widowmaker skeptically. "Well, whatever you truly have planned, I want you to know that I will enjoy foiling it." She said, with a tone that could mean either disrupting a terrorist scheme or any other number of much more suggestive and sexual things.

She pointedly ignored the reference to her mother. If there was one person she didn't want to think about on her vacation it was her. Ana Amari would blow a gasket if she could see what her daughter was up to, for several different reasons, none of them anything Fareeha wanted on her mind at the moment. No, she had much better things to be distracted by. Her eyes wandered along the cold arm on her shoulder, as it trailed up her muscled arms and rested there. "Mmmm." She said, now with much more interest and arousal implied by her grunt.

She did not make a move at all to stop those nimble fingers playing at her strings. She knew that Amelie could have her unwrapped in a moment if she wanted, and that she was either teasing or looking for permission. Either way, it was fun. "Well." Fareeha said, lowering the lacy bra and giving the woman full access to her skimpy bikini. "Go on." She smirked. "Not getting cold feet are you?" She stepped closer to the woman, forcing her to have her back up against the wall as Fareeha towered over her from mere inches away. Despite only being a few inches taller, the fact that she managed this in flats while Widow was in her pretty heels, and the fact that her shoulders were broader and muscles much larger made the Egyptian woman seem rather dominant in comparison.

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Amelie could only laugh, and give the woman a sly smile, as she insisted that whatever her plans were they would be foiled. Fareeha truly had no idea, did she? Was it really so hard to grasp that she could be on vacation? It was almost insulting, if she were honest with herself. The Egyptian's only saving grace was the possible sexual undertone in the soldier's voice. That, coupled with the way the woman's eyes followed her hands as they trailed up her muscled arms, gave the assassin all the strings she needed to tug and pull on, to continue playing their little game. She was intent on not being the one to break first---regardless of whether or not Fareeha was aware of the game they were playing.

The aroused grunt as her fingers tugged on Fareeha's strings had Amelie grin. It was still a surprise that the soldier swung this way, but who was she to complain? But she hadn't been asking for permission to undo the bikini, she was merely teasing the woman. And Amelie had every intention of ending it at the tease and leaving the woman high and dry again, when she was called out for having cold feet. It merely pulled a laugh from the assassin's lips, however, even as she was backed up to the wall.

"Mon petit... my feet are always cold..." she teased, voice a low, soft whisper. Even as Fareeha took a dominant position, trying to make use of her height and built to... what? Intimidate her? Force her into submission? It might work on some women, and a few men, but the assassin was not one to be so easily subdued. With a defiant grin, she tugged on the strings of Fareeha's bikini top, letting the material fall. But her eyes stayed on the woman's own, not looking at the breasts she had uncovered, as fingers plucked the lacy bra from Fareeha's grasp. "I can't put this on you with you so close..." she teased, "Or isn't that why you have a poor... defenseless widow... isn't that why you have me pinned here?"

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Fareeha let out a pained sigh. "Yes, that was the joke." She stared at Amelie's eyes, shaking her head and flicked her finger into the woman's temple. "Is this slowed down too?" She chuckled, her superior smug smile getting more and more predatory as she moved in. "I'll show you why I have you pinned here..."

Slowly she had cornered the Frenchwoman up against the wall of the changing room. There was nowhere to run. Well, if she wanted to start a fight maybe. But as the strong Egyptian woman wrapped her arms around the dark blue woman's waist and pulled her close she knew there would be no escape. That her own breasts were now fully revealed didn't seem to bother her at all. Of course as they pressed against Widowmaker's cold skin the predictable result occurred.

That made Fareeha wince and glance down at her now hard nipples. "Okay, didn't see that coming..." she muttered, then shrugged and moved in even closer. One hand moved up Amelie's back, fingers spreading and bracing against her shoulderblades, supporting her and pressing her into Fareeha at the same time. The other slid quickly down her back and took a firm hold of her ass at the bottom of it, squeezing and lifting greedily. At the same time she pressed her lips hard against the French woman's, seemingly very focused on warming her up.

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Amelie miscalculated. She realized her error as Fareeha's grin merely widened, and shifted from being smug to predatory. It wasn't often that she made such a mistake---that she judged a situation so poorly. Having assumed that the woman was merely trying to intimidate her, she had made her joke and tease, figuring a show of not being bothered by her attempted power play would make the woman back off. But that was when a strong, warm arm wrapped around her waist, as Fareeha taunted her about her brain being slow as well. It was enough to make her frown, and open her mouth to make a snappy remark, when the Egyptian pushed in closer, and their bodies pressed together.

The warmth of Fareeha's body made her gasp. Her own cooled body, likely feeling as ice to Fareeha, made the woman's body feel like a fire brushing against her. But there was nothing the sniper could do, as strong hands roamed over her, grabbing her ass and bracing between her shoulders, as her lips were seized in a rough kiss. It took Amelie a moment to recover from the surprise. But when she did, the black lacy bra was dropped, and cold hands moved up Fareeha's arms, over her shoulders... before dropping and groping at the large, firm breasts she had uncovered.

She would kiss back, pressing into Fareeha, fighting for control of the kiss. A long, slender leg would left, brushing along Fareeha's own, before curling against it. In such a way that she could squeeze, and try and buckle the woman's leg, Amelie tried to pull the soldier down to her level, and further her fight for control of the kiss, refusing to let the soldier take control of her.

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Fareeha wasn't interested in breaking off the kiss anytime soon. She had a world famous assassin in her arms, one that many, many, would dream of so much as getting a smile from. And she was squirming oh how she was squirming. The ice cold body was warming up, slowly, but it was. Fareeha wondered if she could get her up to room temperature. The kiss was only paused for a sharp inhale of breath as ice cold fingers found her breasts and squeezed. They felt like icicles, and the dark nipples set a new record with the combination of the cold and the stimulation. They were so sensitive and hard now that even the air was teasing them, causing the woman behind those little diamonds to moan with real, vibrant passion into their kiss.

She felt one of those gorgeous purple legs lifting up around her, curling around it. It squeezed. Fareeha was too strong, her leg didn't buckle even though the assassin's technique was perfect. She grinned at that. Oh my this woman was fun. The hand on her ass moved down, sliding gently around the curve of her ass and over her thigh, gently stroking, caressing, and gently coaxing it to relax it's anaconda-grip until Fareeha hooked her hand under that thigh and lifted it up hard, pulling it into her control now, squeezing it as she hiked it up higher and kissed with a furious passion.

Eventually she had to stop for air. When she did she looked like the cat that had caught the canary, very pleased with herself at what had just happened. Before either herself or Widowmaker could say anything, she dove in again, kissing with a renewed fiery passion that threatened to cave in the wall of the changing room with how hard she was forcing herself against the woman into the wall behind her.

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A flare of annoyance rushed through Amelie when her attempt to pull Fareeha down to her level failed. And yet as annoying as it was, it sent a matching thrill through her at being unable to stop her. Rarely was she trapped in such a way---rarely was there nothing she could do to get out of a situation. That the woman was strong enough to resist a strong force against a joint, that she could keep her grabbed, a hand on her ass and thigh, before seizing control of her leg... the assassin moaned softly into the kiss, resisting briefly, before letting that strong hand pull her leg up higher to hook against the curve of the soldier's hip. Control was steadily slipping away from her---and she hated it.

And Amelie loved it. The kiss broke and the woman gasped softly, cheeks a light purple as she blushed, eyes wide and mouth open. Her heart was almost beating a normal pace in her chest, as her body trembled. Conflicting feelings and needs rushed through her, but before she could think of what to do, Fareeha was on her again. Slender, chilled arms wrapped around the woman's neck as she pulled, trying to bed the woman down as much as lift herself up so that both her legs could wrap around Fareeha. If she were only male, it would have been the perfect position for some true fun. Such was one of the few downsides enjoying a woman's body. It was almost a pity, for Fareeha put most men to shame even without that extra little piece.

With another soft gasp, she broke the kiss, her lips moving, teeth grazing Fareeha's jaw, then her ear, catching the earlobe between them, tugging, before a smug, arrogant whisper played with cool breath against her ear. "Are you sure you know what you are doing, chérie?" she taunted, trying to goad the woman further, "Mm, soldiers... was this all you wanted me for? You should have asked sooner..."

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Fareeha enjoyed the physical struggle as much as she did the kiss. The way the woman's cold, soft body wiggled against her rock hard muscles warm from the sun was such a fun contrast. Of course the Egyptian girl had the upper hand when it came to the physical struggle, but Amelie certainly had secrets when it came to the sensual embrace. She left her one leg curved around her hip, then reached down with her opposite hand to pull up the woman's other thigh so it could join it's mate wrapped around Fareeha's waist. She was more than strong enough to keep the light woman anchored there, it was hardly even an exertion for her to hold up the Frenchwoman's marvelous body in her arms.

"Well it's what you're best suited for after all." Fareeha said with a grin so playful it betrayed instantly that she didn't really think this, and was just looking to get on the woman's nerves again. She couldn't help herself, she typically didn't enjoy playing word games but Amelie wriggled so adorably, and pouted so beautifully. It was wonderful trying to push her buttons.

"And no, I really don't." She admitted with a laugh. "But I'm not a perfect little princess, I don't mind screwing up. I'm not afraid of the unknown." She said, her grin becoming a bit more sincere in its taunting now. "And I'm willing to learn through trial and error." She said smugly as she pulled the infamous assassin closer and kissed her again. This time her arms roamed up and down the woman's back, finally finding her top and slowly nudging it up, coaxing Amelie into lifting her arms so that Fareeha could pull it off of her.