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She'd regret this wouldn't she? But right now she was living in the moment. Living for the present, not the past and certainly not the future. If it cost her another few hours in jail, well, perhaps it'll be worth it. Perhaps it wouldn't. But she'd find out tomorrow.
She kisses him back as his lips land on hers. After a few minutes, he pulled back and she rests her head against his shoulder for a second. Then lifting her head back up as she helps shift off him and on the couch. He stands up and offers his hand to her and for a split second she hesitates, then she takes it. Standing up with him.
"Alright." She smiles at him again. Already she missed his lips on her. She wouldn't tell him that. But, she was definitely thinking about it. She didn't know where their night was leading, but she enjoyed the mystery. |
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At first Rylee had been not too friendly with him but now it was hard to view her as anything other than friendly. She took his hand and he smiled, pulling her a little closer into his side, leaning in to kiss her jawline. He couldn't help it, kissing her was like a drug, one that he wanted more of. He was already missing her lips on his but he wasn't going to tell her that. It would make him seem like the man he was trying not to portray. He lead her out of the bar, the bartender who was flirting with another young man saw them leaving and gave a thumbs up. She might have been the one to start this, but she definitely didn't help them get to this point in the night. Once they were outside, his hand slipped from hers and instead went to her shoulders to help her out. He was definitely too drunk to drive but yet could still walk straight and see straight. Thinking straight was a different question. "So where are you from?" He questioned as they walked, trying to distract himself from his desires to just pull her into an empty alley and kiss her right then and there. |
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She couldn't help the smile that blossomed across her face as he pulled her closer. The smile only got bigger when he leaned in to press a kiss to her jawline. Out of all the ways she saw tonight going, getting drunk and stumbling off. Or just leaving a bit tipsy. Leaving with a cop, the cop who'd arrested her, was nowhere in the ball park. Was it unwelcomed? Not in the slightest.
She follows as he leads the way, her gaze traveling the bar before flickering back to Silas as they exit. She raises an eyebrow as his hand went to her shoulders. Did he think she was drunk? She was nowhere near as drunk as he was. Though he seemed pretty good at walking normal.
"London." Came the answer. She had been born and grew up by herself in London. How had she survived? Well, foster home to foster home until she'd had enough at about the age of ten and she ran away. Living on the streets. |
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"Ah, so you're a local then?" He hadn't seen her around much despite being a local. Normally he knew just about anyone. That could be why her name sounded familiar though. Not that it mattered. "I'm originally from a small city in Ireland, I'm not too terribly sure. I was put into adoption and foster care systems as soon as I was born," He was adopted by a lesbian couple when he was 10. When he was 16, he was able to meet his biological mother and learn a bit more about him like his origin. That was a long time ago though,"But this city, it's my home." They made it to his house and he lead her inside through the basement. Less stairs this way. As soon as the door was closed, his hands found Kylee's waist and pinned her against the door, his lips finding hers even in the darkness. "Hi," He whispered against them before changing the kiss into a rough one. His body pressed against hers, trapping hers against the door. |
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"Yeah." You could say that. She didn't want to give too much away. No doubt Silas had dug up as much information on her as he could and there was some out there. And anything said could possibly trigger a memory and he'd remember that she was a criminal and he was suppose to be arresting her.
She nods, so he'd been through the foster system as well. Seemed he got a little better off though. At least he'd been adopted. She just went from family to family. "Yeah. I know a thing or two about the foster system." She glances at the sky,"Least you got adopted."
As they approach a house that Rylee assumed was Silas', her stomach began to twist, oh god. She hesitates for only a second before she follows him in. Why enter through the basement? She didn't question it.
She didn't really have a chance to because as soon as the door as close. Silas' hands were on her waist and she was pinned against the door. She gasps in surprise which was cut off when his lips were against hers.
"Hi." She whispers back before she kisses him back. Returning the roughness. Oh, she had no idea where this night was going. If they really would carry all the way through. But she wouldn't complain if they did. |
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Rylee also been through the foster system. It was a rough process, he wished there was ways to improve it and make it better. He did get adopted but it took forever and going through many different families hadn't been too fun. He remembered one foster family had an option to adopt him but didn't because his hair wasn't blond. It was brutal because he had felt extremely close to them before that. But that was something he didn't want to think about. Not with the warmth of Rylee's body against his own. One of his hands slipped from her waist, down to her lower back as they kissed. With every kiss, there was a new emotion that drove him crazy. He didn't know that kisses could feel this good. He pulled back and dropped his kisses down her to neck again, this time kissing rougher than before and letting his lips linger on her skin after every kiss. |
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She didn't give the foster system much more thought or any of the new information she'd learned about Silas. Or even her own past. She was too busy focusing on what was happening now. And how damn good it felt.
Rylee presses herself against Silas as his hand went to her lower back. She was about to protest when he pulled away, only for him to go for her neck. Her head leans back to rest on the door. Moans escaping her lips. God, he knew what he was doing and damn did it feel good.
Her hands were on his shoulders and they were gripping on tight. Her legs were wobbly, and the only reason she hadn't collapsed from pleasure, was because Silas had her pinned against the door. |
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God, this woman was amazing. Her hands were digging a bit too tightly on his shoulders but he didn't care. He was too focused on making her feel good which in return made him feel good. His hand dipped lower than her back, sliding toward her thigh. Once there, he carressed it before lightly taking it and placing it around his waist so he could lean more against her.
He did the same to the other leg, holding them to support her and so she wouldn't fall. Not that it was likely to happen with how she was pinned against door and him. He trailed his kisses up and captured her lips again. "Would you like to go upstairs?" He asked, pulling back to catch his breath and studying her facial expression. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the emotions on her face, knowing he was the one that caused them. |
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She was surprised when one of his hands went towards her thigh. She knew what happened when you made out with someone and they offered to bring you home. Or somewhere more private. But this was all a surprise for her.
As he pulls her off the ground, pulling her legs up and around him, almost by instinct, her legs wrapped a bit tighter around him. She had no idea what she was doing, she was just following his example and it seemed her body was doing the rest.
"Yes." She gasps out. She knew he was watching the expressions on her face. But she couldn't help it. It felt like she was on cloud nine. Was it lust? Sure. Probably. |
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He was double checking that her answer was still yes. Despite, how good her kisses felt or how he felt kissing her, he had to admit he was a little nervous. He didn't normally hook up with random people. But then again Rylee wasn't completely random. He knew her name. "Okay," He whispered in response to her yes, kissing her nose, chin, and corners of her mouth.He leaned his face in to rest his forehead against hers. Just for a moment in time. Just to try to think. That was difficult to do with how she clung into him. He smiled and kissed along her jawline. Was he sure about this? Was she sure about this? He didn't know. He decided to trust time and peel them off the door. He kept his arms under her, holding onto her so she wouldn't fall. She had a pretty good hold anyway. He flipped the stairs light on with his elbow and carried her upstairs effortlessly. Rylee didn't weigh much and he was experienced with carrying other people with his job. He carried her through his living room and to his bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed. He had left the lamp on his room. He smiled down at her but paused. He had a woman in his bed, someone he had met at the bar. What was he doing? Was he really going to- |
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