AN: Giselle and Emmet are neighbors, living one floor apart. Emmet is 39, divorced but right now in a forever-bachelor phase. Giselle is 21, a foreign exchange student in Australia. Emmet was supposed to be her emergency contact, but little by little they made it far enough to actually go on a formal date.
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The lengthy date had gone better than expected - it had not been overly fancy. A walk, some food, lots of talking, hand-holding and kissing. But now - both of them were sensing some awkwardness in the air.
Wordlessly they made it to the elevator, and Giselle punched her floor number. While they'd cut their physical vicinity significantly, standing almost right next to each-other, as if craving the radiating heat from the other's body, neither really wanted to be the pushy one in this case. This could go either way from here, and both would've been fine - they weren't in a hurry, at least not technically.
"I have...," Emmet began just as Giselle was about to grab the reins and invite him in for a drink, and her body language showed it that she was about to say something which Emmet also noticed, making him chuckle. But since she'd realized he wasn't drinking right now, after yesterday's hangover, she wasn't sure if coffee was something that would've sounded smooth enough, she hadn't gotten the sentence out before he opened his mouth.
"Yeah?" Giselle said, brushing her own former thought aside, seeing the elevator approach her floor.
"I ordered a bunch of Chinese last night, I have plenty left over if you're still hungry," Emmet suggested. They'd eaten a lot, but now it had been a good three hours since their last bite, so technically the suggestion wasn't that random.
With allowing the doors to open on her floor, she replied with a push of a button, smiling modestly. The elevator doors closed again, assuring the two that at the very least they weren't parting ways yet.
Practically thinking Giselle knew that there was a good chance for the Chinese food not to be particularly vegan, it rarely was, but right now it didn't really seem very high on her list of priorities. She could eat, or... it could just as well remain the excuse they both needed to get them over this little bump.
Her stomach already fluttered from anticipation.
Emmet opened his apartment door for her, for a moment allowing both of them to feel that close proximity as she passed him by close to his chest, looking up to his eyes briefly. He switched on the lights, feeling like he too could breathe a little easier as he closed the door behind him.
"Do you mind...?" Giselle gestured towards the restroom.
Emmet naturally nodded, and she went ahead.
Emmet's actions were pretty similar, needing to head over to his own bathroom to relieve himself and also refresh himself a little. They'd had a number of mocktails and then the ride back had taken a while, hence it was only natural - but not something one really wanted to announce or complain about while out on a date.
What he hadn't expected though, was finding Giselle right there in his bedroom, looking out of his window. Her physical location in the room was definitely intentional, but she wasn't quite that desperate as to strip and lay down waiting for him on the bed like some cliche.
"I hope you don't mind, I've just never seen the view on this side before," Giselle said, having come up with a fairly logical, though see-through, excuse to be there. While her entire apartment faced the front and side of the house, Emmet's place went all around, his bedroom windows opening to the back yard and overlooked a row of smaller two-story houses and a slightly taller schoolhouse behind them. But it was dark now anyways, and from the distance she could see the spotlight illuminating the Cartlon Greens, the park she often passed when going to the campus.
The room was dark too, but the lights from the hallway and his master bathroom illuminated the room enough to make out her figure well.
"The view just got a lot better," Emmet commented, after swallowing hard, despite knowing it was probably not the most original line. He could definitely see what she was up to, and moved close, and slipped his arms around her waist. He noticed only now she was already barefoot.
Giselle's eyes fell shut on instinct, the touch having come a little unexpectedly, sending a surge of energy through her. She could feel his breath against the side of her head - it was sending chills down her body - the good kind. There really wasn't much to look at from that window - not the smoothest fib, but close enough.
Giselle traced his arm with her fingertips gently, making it yet again evident she craved to touch more of him. He kissed her neck, giving her another surge of electricity that went all the way between her legs, making her just want to lose herself.
She turned as her fingers reached the sleeve of his shirt, feeling how she just wanted to continue onwards to his neck, wanting to see more of him.
The look on Emmet's face was one that definitely spoke of excitement, but his look remained cool despite feeling giddy inside.
She rose up to her toes, undoing some of the height difference, her hands meeting behind his neck. She kissed him - at first gently, then letting the kiss intensify.
His neck bent down a little, deepening the kiss even more, while his hands pulled her up close, squeezing out any air left between them. Her fingers intertwined into the back of his hair, gently massaging his scalp. And damn, did he smell good - possibly bergamot, sage and patchouli along with a healthy amount of his own masculinity. She inhaled deeply, allowing her nostrils to widen, while the kiss grew.
He explored the curve on the small of her back, tentatively moving downwards to her hips. Her weak little gasps of approval gave him courage to explore lower towards her ass.
"And don't you dare ask me if I'm sure," Giselle hummed by his ear, a little out of breath from their kiss. The hot air against his ear felt exhilarating.
Giselle kissed his neck next, not wanting that awkward, and no-doubt lame, moment between them if he did hesitate. Neither of them was drunk. They were two consenting adults - she didn't want there to be any hesitance from his side. She wanted to feel taken seriously tonight, not tiptoed around.
Emmet chuckled lightly, and simply enjoyed the way her hands were already exploring his chest, her hips pressing firmly against his, his growing arousal pressed between their hips, allowing him a lot of freedom to caress her with both of his hands.
Her blonde, wavy, hair tickled him slightly, but he found her touch utterly intoxicating, the scent of her sweet shampoo, or perfume - who knew what it was, adding to it.
Emmet demanded to kiss her lips again, and almost simultaneously brought one of his hands to the top of her hip, from where it was easy to continue upwards to cup her breast. He hadn't been sure - the dress' pattern being the kind that didn't reveal much - but now as he felt it he was sure she was wearing an unpadded bra, his palm definitely sensing a hard nipple through the fabric layers.
Giselle's hands were gaining courage too, finding the belt of his chinos and slipping from there upwards under his shirt, urging him to remove it. His naked skin felt hot on touch.
Emmet grabbed his shirt from his neck and pulled it over his head.
"Wow," Giselle exhaled, being definitely the kind of girl that believed not only women deserved compliments in moments like this, and let her hand explore his lean muscles. He wasn't overly beefy, not by a long shot, but just muscular enough. Definitely a surfer's body - she thought. He definitely had a few scars with stories to tell, but at this moment she really didn't care.
Instead, she let the anticipation build, lightly chuckling, as she watched him struggle with the tiny buttons on the front of her dress. She only really let him bother with them halfway, knowing she could then just let it fall off her shoulders. She really didn't give a damn if anyone saw them from that window that was right behind them.
"I do believe now it's my turn to say 'wow'," Emmet said, taking in the sight of her slim form in a pair of mustardy, almost golden yellow, lacy bralette and a matching thong. Somehow - the color and the texture of it - had not been quite what he'd expected, but then again this was all so new he hadn't really expected much of anything other than assuming her to look bloody incredible.
"Gorgeous," he repeated the same thought, huskily, and kissed her neck again.
He could already feel her hands being busy, taking a firm hold on his belt and while unbuckling it he let himself be guided towards his bed. He always did love when women took charge a little, and she was definitely doing that alright.
Her little moans were guiding him perfectly, making him realize that the spot on her neck he was kissing, along with the slight squeeze on her breast, was definitely a pleasurable combination for her. It was a learning moment and he was truly happy to be completely sober for this.
Her touch, as she slipped her hand along the front of his underwear, having already unzipped him with ease, felt incredible. And kind of forbidden too, despite all the former assurance. But with a brief reality check he was certain he wasn't forcing himself upon her nor had he otherwise convinced her to do this. Her every move - which were certainly more brave than his at this moment, made it abundantly clear to him that she really wanted this too. He was one lucky guy.
Emmet pushed his knee to her crotch, applying some welcome pressure, and at the same time suggesting she get on the bed, feeling like they'd delayed this already long enough. All he really wanted to do was taste her, wanting to savor his own release for a while, knowing it to be only so much better in the end if he did. In his age this was not about the quickies but getting as much enjoyment out of the process as one could.
Emmet shoved off his own pants as he was getting on the bed, leaving his boxers on for now. For a minute he could see her hesitate, unsure what position to take, as she laid there, on her elbows, biting her lip, knees half-closed, hesitantly
