Sweeter & Sweeter... [RP Thread for Marky Mark]

[waverlywindsor]

This should be awkward, the end of the First Date. He was dropping her off at the hotel, just inside the lobby doors. She had her room key in her hand. They were both smiling. Maybe it was the wine they had with dinner but Waverly didn't think so: her smile, at least, was genuine.

First Date. Was she all ready hoping for another? Yes. The evening had been just that good. She enjoyed listening to him talk. There was a passion in his voice and a light in his eyes whenever he spoke about his work (the real career, the military not the police work he did now) or when he told her about Dean, the young man he'd reached out to and helped turn around. Waverly liked making him laugh too. There was a warmth and a richness to the sound and his lips curved into an inviting smile. Really, there wasn't much she didn't like about Mark Kosik.

Except that he was being such a gentleman that he had yet to kiss her good night.

Waverly tipped her head back to look up at him, held her key to the side, using it to gesture at the elevators behind them. "Do you...?"

Want to walk me to my room, come inside, stay a while, talk some more, spend the night...? Any and all of the above would suit her just fine, and some of that may be the wine talking, but not much.

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Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"The chair is fine." If the chair is occupied with coats, neither one could sit in it, now could they? Waverly dutifully stood before him, back turned, and shrugged off her coat. Free from the heavy outerwear, she moved away to let him do the same for himself, hands occupied with removing first earrings and then necklace. Those she deposited in a velvet-lined case that sat atop the room's dresser.

Comfortable. She was making herself comfortable here and with him. The only thing she refrained from doing was removing her heels. Barefoot would feel better but she wasn't willing to present him with her crippled-looking dancer's feet. They were ugly and unsexy.

"So, Mr. Officer, what's the verdict on French food?" Yes, she knew he was a detective, but it was more fun to keep changing up the way she addressed him.

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"The verdict?" Mark teased, pausing as he un-fastened first one cuff of his shirt and rolled it up his forearm a little, before doing the same thing to the second one. "It's, it's very. . .French." He chuckled and then met her gaze. "I liked it. And thank you again for not ordering cow brains and monkey scrotum." His gaze scanned the room more casually this time and then he approached her, standing a mere two feet away before stopping.

"Nice digs. You always go first class when in town? Damn. Then you're never going to want to see my house are you?"

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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She was indulging herself on this trip, not that she ever stayed anywhere you could classify as seedy. Waverly might not be rolling it it, but the dance teacher did alright for herself.

Waverly chose to close the small gap between them, under the mild pretense of evening out his rolled sleeves. Of course, there was no pretense when she let one hand rest on his bared forearm while looking up at him. "I'm insatiably curious. Of course I want to see where Mark the super cop lives. Besides, I think I want to meet this Dean of yours in person."

She smiled.

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"Do you now?" Mark arched an eyebrow at the touch of her fingers, his skin pulsing to life all the way up his arm to his shoulder. It was becoming increasingly hard to stay reserved and keep his hands off of her. He was starved for affection, not just sexual release, but the fact that he genuinely cared about Waverly made the anticipation swell to epic proportions. He allowed himself to place his hands upon her hips, taking care to keep his finger touch light. He felt like his palms were burning through the material of the dress, the fabric cool beneath his touch.

She was so beautiful he stared down at her and managed to string a few more words together. "He's twenty-four and maybe I'm afraid he'll try and run off with you. I think it would be safer if I struck my claim before you two meet." He was kidding, the gleam in his green eyes testifying to that. His smile inverted a little, gaining meaning as it did so. "But yeah, I'd really love for you two to meet."

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"Oooh, a younger man." Teasing, absolutely just teasing. And her hands continue to stay on his arms, fingers fanned and thumbs lightly caressing his skin. He really does feel nice and there's this heat radiating from him that makes her want to move closer still.

Tilting her head to the side, Waverly sighs and rolls her eyes. "You know what, I'll pass. I like mature men. Grown ups. Career guys. The ones who look good in uniform." Her smile has gone from playful to wicked and the petite dancer pulls herself away from him, lightly pirouetting there on the carpet. "Do you know any of them you could introduce me to?"

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"One or two." Mark smirked feeling the loss of her touch deeply. He ventured forward a few steps and motioned to her with his left hand. "You going to wear those shoes all night? They can't be all that comfortable."

He crossed his arms over his chest as his gaze drifted up her petite frame and to her eyes. "If you want to change I can go hang out in the hall for a few minutes. Or the bathroom, a corner...wherever. Not that your dress doesn't look fantastic but, most women at this point of the evening want to be a little more casual."

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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She ignored his question about the shoes, laughing instead at his suggestion. Not at him, mind you, but at the request that wasn't a request and the offer to go visit the hallway should she want to accommodate him. "Mark, I'm very comfortable, believe me."

And not just with her clothing. With him. This is why she crossed the distance between them again and turned around. "Unzip me?"

She could change into something else easily enough. A robe and socks, Capri-length sweats and a tank top, maybe something a little more risque...she'd decide in a moment.

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"My pleasure." He breathed, his voice a little husky from anticipation. The fingers of his left hand dug between fabric overlay and prized out the delicate head of the zipper. He pulled down slowly, the fingers of his right hand ghosting the skin of her spine as it was revealed to him, stroking, feeling the smooth texture of skin, the rise and fall of each vertebra and the heat coming off of her body.

Mark leaned in and burrowed his nose into her hair, his lips brushing the nape of her neck at the top of her spinal column.

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

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"Thank you." Waverly bent her head forward, giving him more room and better access to maneuver and she also arched up onto the points of her toes to prolong the touch of his fingers along her back. It was something of a feline move, the silent quest for attention.

And then she stepped away once more. She wasn't being a tease so much as she was trying to find balance. Too much or too little too soon...what would he think of her? And should she even care?

Re: Sweeter and Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

[mark-kosik.livejournal.com]

When she pulls away, the frame of her hair around his face, the taste of her skin, the heat of her body vanished in seconds leaving Mark feeling a bit bereft. His lips tightened and he cleared his throat, and then offered her a smile. He tried not to be frustrated, but a part of him felt like he had a big, red, stop sign shoot up before him. He could be patient, but his fingers itched for the chance to touch her again.

"You're most welcome. I'm glad that zipper technology hasn't surpassed what a military minded man, such as myself, can manage."