'Thanks again for walking me home.' Janet said, glancing up at her escort, 'That party got pretty intense, huh?' Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, 'It was intense for you maybe, Princess.'
Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, "Built like a Cadillac", to, "Phat assed." Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted "swing" dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.
The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy's jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
'What?' He sniffed. 'You looked cold.'
'You're being nice.' She said, her eyes narrow.
'So?'
'You're not nice.'
'Says who?'
'A lot of people.'
He fell silent, but a tension in his jaw spoke volumes. 'You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Princess.'
Around ten minutes later, they came to a stop outside the front door of Janet's apartment. In the light she could stop to take in Roddy's features; the strong jaw, handsome face, rough stubble, and the scar down one of his eyebrows. The Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt he wore was tight against a strong physique he probably spent a lot of time on, and the sleeves did little to conceal his sizeable biceps.
She drew her eyes up, as Roddy's hands moved to lift out the cigarette he kept tucked behind his ear, she went to protest, but then noticed the broken skin and blood on his knuckles. She gasped, and yanked the hand down before the cigarette could touch his lips, turning it over. 'When did this happen?' She looked up at him.
He shrugged. 'Earlier, before everything kicked off. He started it.'
She scowled and took his hand in her own, fiddling for her key into the apartment building. 'Come on. We need to get you cleaned up.'
'Princess I-'
Janet shot him a look that forced whatever he was about to say back into his mouth, and he raised his free hand in mock surrender.
Janet's tiny flat was pretty much exactly what he had expected it to be; soft, pretty, very clean, with stuffed animals on the bed and framed photos of her and her friends on every available surface. He sat on the bathroom counter as she tended to his hands, dabbing them with antiseptic. He didn't flinch at the burn, he had an image to maintain after all, and studied her face instead. She looked cute when she was focused, tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. He smirked, and she caught his eyes.
'What?'
'You're pretty when you're attentive Princess.'
She rolled her eyes and stood, 'It's just because you walked me home.'
'Is that so?'
'Yes.' She folded her arms across her chest.
'Then why are you still wearing my jacket?'
She paused. She was still wearing the jacket. She had meant to take it off, but, hadn't. She looked down at the leather, as if to see if she hadn't imagined it. She felt those dark, predatory eyes on her again, and her mouth went dry. She looked up to find him staring at her lips, and found herself doing the same. They moved in, drawing closer together.
'What are you doing?' she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.
'Do you want me to stop?' his voice was a low, husky whisper.
She couldn't muster a response, and instead, fell into him, wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders and pressed her lips to his own. His scent enveloped her, and he, hesitatingly, returned the motion, hugging his arms around her back.
The kiss left his lips tingling, his head a cloud of fog, feeling nothing except her and a desire to touch, and kiss, even more of her. He yanked her closer, moving to place his feet on the floor, and squeezed her hips with a low, throaty growl. She smiled into the kiss and relaxed in his arms, her hands moving to stroke his chest over the fabric of his shirt.
Eventually, they parted, resting their foreheads together as they caught their breath, the universe had shrunk around them, so it was just the pair, and their flushing faces. Roddy spoke first, grinning. 'Not bad Princess.'
She growled herself, and pushed him back against the sink, 'Ow! You bi-' He was cut off by another heated kiss, as her hands pulled down at the hem of his shirt. He replied in kind, grabbing her plump rear hard, eliciting a squeak from her, gasping as she drew back. He pushed her away and pressed her back against the cold bathroom wall, her hands flew up and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down. The kiss slowed then, the tension easing, mouths opened and tongues probed, exploring, gentle murmurs of pleasure as their bodies pressed closer together.
They drew back again, breathing slowed, eyes half lidded, and gazed for a moment. Janet spoke first, 'How long have you wanted to do that?'
'About as long as you I imagine.' He growled back, sliding a hand over her waist, pressing through the fabric.
His hands ran lower, underneath her skirt, lifting the hem to stroke her thighs. He gave them a testing squeeze, fingers sinking into her soft, pale skin. She hummed approvingly and pushed her hips forwards, hands moving around his shoulders. She leaned towards him and buried her face into his neck, her gasps of eager anticipation louder in his ear. She kissed his throat, and got a grunt of surprise and arousal as her reward. She couldn't help but giggle, which only made him squeeze her harder, punishing her for her insolence. Her laugh sprouted into a sharp gasp, and she nestled his shoulder. His hands stayed on her upper thighs, and she whined impatiently.
