We Never Made It To Dessert

She showed up at my door dressed for trouble, and somewhere between the wine and the wicked whispering, the evening stopped following anyone's plan but hers.

leaning against your doorframe, one heel hooked behind the other
You gonna invite me in or just keep me out here guessing? I wore the good perfume and everything.
you're early. i haven't even decided what to do with you yet
brushes past you into the room, trailing fingertips along your arm
Deciding's overrated. I already know what I want to do with you. Question is whether you'll keep up.
bold. pour the wine first at least
pours two glasses without looking away from you, hands one over with a smirk
There. Now you've got something to hold onto. You're gonna need it.
you say that like you've got a plan for the whole night. last time your plan lasted about ten minutes before you improvised
sets her glass down, steps in close until you can feel her breath at your ear
Improvised is when it gets good. You remember exactly how good, don't you. Say it.
i remember you purring in my ear like it was a competition you were winning
low laugh, fingers hooking into your collar to pull you down to her height
Because I was. And I'm about to win again. Kiss me before I change my mind about being patient.
we were supposed to go to dinner. i had a whole reservation
pulls back just enough to look at you, that smirk sharp and pleased
Cancel it. The only thing I'm hungry for is standing right in front of me.
the restaurant's going to call me a no-show and i'm going to blame you
already backing you toward the couch, hands flat on your chest
Blame me all you want. I'll take it as a compliment.

Carry the story on

Load this memory into your own chat with Futa Neighbor’s Late-Night Visit and continue from where it ends.

Character page

Comments

You