You're Coming With Me (Luke)

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo rolled her eyes at his joke, though the beginnings of a smile appeared on her lips before he reclaimed them with his own. He was doing far too well without the use of his hands as it was. Perhaps it was because she was so used to luring people who fell easily to her charms that this took her so by surprise. Though, those playmates had always bored her after a single night, while Luke... well, he was certainly was proving to be far more interesting that that to say the least. He was also the closest she had met to her equal. That he could truly keep up with her and all her challenges continued to surprise her, even when perhaps she should be coming to accept as much.

His chuckle as she pointed out he was entirely cheating only proved her right. If anything, that made her resolve to keep playing the game, and to perhaps play a little dirty. Indeed, it seemed her tactics were definitely having an effect on him to say the least.

Sure enough, he moved away for a moment, pulling the door closed. Next thing she knew, her back was against the door - the damn bastard still hadn't used his hands - and his was kissing her once more. His hands finally moved from his sides and for an instant, she thought she had finally won. But instead his hands pressed to the door above her head, leveraging his weight to lean into the kiss intensifying it all the more. It was hardly fair and she knew that if she didn't hurry and do something she would do something she hadn't in... well, practically forever. She would lose the game.

Still, she could feel that they were both close to caving. He was only winning on a technicality. That much had been clear from the moment he kissed her and every moment since only proved it further. He was fighting with everything he had stop from touching her. All it would take was a little nudge in the right direction and she could turn this around.

It was then that he made his fatal flaw. He broke the kiss, pulling back to offer a smug remark. A wicked grin came to her lips and in an instant, the shirt had lifted over her head and been tossed aside, leaving her in just the skirt and her bra. Her hands settled on her hips as she looked up at him for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the view for just a moment. Then she moved close, pressing her body to his, daring him to resist what was right in front of him. Her lips found his ear, whispering her challenge. "Told me what?" Her breath was hot on his ear as her teeth playfully nipped at his earlobe before pulling back just enough to look him in the eye, that smug confidence once more written on her features.

[Lucas Blacke]

Did he win yet? Did he win yet? It was the only thing going through his mind save for the fact he wasn't allowed to use his hands. He wanted to win so he could use his hands to his hearts delight, and hers he figured. Though what he didn't want was for her to lose, but neither did he himself, but in the end someone would have to win, and in the end he knew they both would.

When he broke the kiss and had stepped back, seeing Zo grow as wicked a smile as possible (And still looking sexy doing it) he wondered what her plan was as he said what he said. He figured she could wear a tent and she'd still look hot as he looked at her with what she was wearing. It was worthy of one of his many fantasies. This wouldn't be the last of them though, and the outfit she was wearing? Yeah, he'd buy it for her just to see her in it more often before taking it off. He'd have to label it accordingly later on to avoid mix ups.

Suddenly it became clear what she was up to as she shed the shirt and stood before him in nothing but the skirt and her bra. Why the bra?! Luke did manage to remain standing in place by thinking about completely other things as his eyes widened. Then she stepped closer and whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as their bodies were pressed together.

Nervously he laughed as he brought up his hand to his ear and was ready to push her away when he realized what he was doing and saved it by running his hand through his own hair. ''I- yo- oh- uh- ahh.. ehg- um- y- n- hah- th- m- he- is- f- ha..- uh- k- ahh...'' He was speechless to say the least as he forced distance between them by walking, almost jumping even, backwards to try and safe the challenge.

This wasn't fair! She turned into a cheater herself, but Luke didn't mind as he finally just caved and let his eyes feast on her from a distance. ''Told ya ye were fuckin' hot..'' He said back a small bit too loudly which caused him to slap his hands over his mouth and chuckle lightly before stepping over to her once more, this time using his hands and running them all over her body before they finally settled underneath the skirt as he kissed her and pressed her back against the door. So she'd won. Who cared?

''Public place?'' He breathed softly as he pushed her body against his, no longer waiting for a response. ''Public place.''

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo could see the way his eyes glazed over even as they widened. She could practically see him scrambling to think about anything other than what was directly in front of him. Poor thing, he was trying so hard to resist her, but she could feel it in her bones. He wouldn't be able to.

The nervous laugh that came when she closed the distance between them told her she was winning, as if she didn't already know. Sure enough, he almost failed right then, saving himself though by redirecting his hand to run through his hair instead. He stammered hopelessly, not even managing a single coherent word and she couldn't deny the smug smirk that came to her lips, even as he forced the distance between them. He was trying so hard, but he was fighting a losing battle and by now they both knew it.

When he finally managed to speak actual words, she giggled even as she shushed his too loud voice. "You're going to get us caught!" she whispered, not at all upset. The way he clapped his hands over his mouth, chuckling all the while was kind of endearing all in all. The way he was reacting to her didn't hurt either. He finally closed the distance between them, this time no hesitation as his hands touched her skin. She had won.

Of course, in the end, they'd both win.

She closed her eyes, soaking in the feel of his hands on her, melting into his touch and finding that the wait had made it all too rewarding. Her body was wedged tightly between his and the door as his hands explored her body. When he finally pulled back from the kiss enough to speak, she was near breathless and she had to admit, she liked what he had to say.

Then there was the annoying part of her that was practical.

"Woah, slow down," she said softly, her breath still ragged. "After all, we don't want to get kicked out of here before we can buy me these new clothes that you love oh so much, right?" she purred, her lips finding his neck, leaving small kisses there to pacify him. "Won't it be so much better when you can take your time instead of rushing through?" she asked between kisses.

"Besides, I have one more outfit to show you," she teased as she pulled back, her finger tracing a light pattern down the middle of his chest. "I promise, I'll make it worth the wait..." she teased, leaning forward to lightly suck on his lower lip.

[Lucas Blacke]

One more outfit? Couldn't she just reward him for the time he had spent without touching her? It was fun to watch her in something sexy but not nearly as fun as touching her without something sexy, and she probably knew that he would realize that a bit too late. Why was he such a darn pushover? He would pull back as she wanted and he knew he would, he wouldn't like it but he'd do just that. But not before letting his hands feel her some more, running his digits over her skin since, well, he had lost and the least he could get out of it right now was some more touching, even if just from himself.

His hand reached the back of her head as she leaned in to tell him the bad news covered in good news, he really was hesitant to let her go as she nibbled on his lower lip and got a hot breath out of him. He'd return the favor soon enough, if only he could manage to wait for it. Right now he felt the extreme urge to just lean in and have his way with her right there, public store or not, he wouldn't even mind having people around. It'd be just them, the moment, a guy and a girl dropping most expectations and just enjoying the moment.

He shivered lightly at the thought and yanked his hands away from her with a small sigh. ''Fine..'' He replied finally as he made for the door she had been pressed against. Pulling it open slowly to make sure no one was watching he shot back one last glance to the hotness behind him as he wiped down his forehead with the back of his hand. ''Can't wait.'' He said with a smile, knowing that Zo knew he was being litteral. He couldn't wait anymore. What she had awakened.. it would take a while to calm it down.

He stepped out of the stall wih a light cough as he closed the door, looking around and casually straightening out his shirt as he cleared his throat. He shook his head a bit and sat down on the stool he had been sitting on before and found that he didn't know what to do anymore. Should he wait for her? Play with his phone? How long would she take? And the million dollar question,

Why was she putting on more clothes?

[Zoelle Heroux]

She could see him fighting to accept her words, and in truth, she was fighting to follow through on them. His hands felt good on her skin and his lips... well, his lips had a little too much power over her truth be told. Her own hands slid over his chest before settling at his hips. For a moment, she grasped at the edges of the fabric before she caught herself. Tearing his own shirt off probably wouldn't do much to help slow things down, tempting as it was.

Instead she focused on his breath on her face. She could feel him struggling to resist the urge to pull her closer, kiss her deeper as his hand lingered at the back of her head. Part of her wanted to just recant everything she had said and just jump him right there. She didn't think he'd exactly mind if she did. But she also knew she was right to press pause on this for a moment. It would be so much better when they could just take their time. He'd probably punish her for all her teasing, but it would be entirely worth it.

So when he finally pulled away, she let him go, leaning her side against the wall as he opened the door she had previously been leaning on. She turned towards the door, catching his eye as he spoke and giving a small nod and smile. She understood what he meant. She understood all too well.

As soon as the door closed, she started rushing, switching skirts and throwing on her shirt. She had saved the best outfit for last, though she wasn't sure that any reaction could top that last one. She got dressed quickly, though she took a moment to pause and look in the mirror, adjusting the garments so they were just right. She now wore a black studded tank top, which was cropped to reveal her midriff. She paired it with a black mini skirt that sat low on her hips, revealing the very top of her tattoo even. Her legs were bare this time, except for her boots which came nearly up to her knee. After a moment of primping and fixing her hair, she called out to him. "Ready?"

After only a moments pause, she stepped out, doing a little spin for him. "I know we can't wait to get outta here, but I thought you might want to approve this outfit first," she said with a small smirk, hoping he'd agree it was worth waiting a little longer for.

[Lucas Blacke]

Who the fuck turned the heat up? It was warmer than it had been a few minutes ago and it confused him due to lack of logical explanations. Not even once did he think of the effect Zoelle Heroux, his girlfriend had on him. That word had still been twirling about in his head as he couldn't think of anything else than her at the moment while both his feet tapped like mad without his knowledge. Why did she make him break the kiss? Hadn't he been teased enough yet?

Nooo.. Luke rolled his eyes, of course she had one more outfit to show him. Why didn't she just jump him? It'd be hot to do it in a public place, but also he was pretty sure she wanted it too. Wjhatever did she think even one more moment of waiting would do for them? Of course Luke had no problem waiting, his body had been trained to keep from any impulse due to the ability it possessed, but Zo was doing it all on her own. She either liked clothing a lot or had just that eensy bit more experience she required to not act on what she wanted.

Of course she didn't have a second head..

Crap, she was speaking to him wasn't she? From in the dressing room she had spoken right? Did he miss it? He did hear her voice but missed the word she had used. He knew it was a single word and in a questioning tone so he assumed it was 'ready?' or 'right?' or something else, he would assume it was his first choice because why in the hell would she.. Nevermind. ''Aye.'' He replied with a nod even though she couldn't see.

When she stepped out of the room though his jaw almost dropped. He was barely able to nod at her question if it was worth waiting for, obviously it was. He stuck up his thumb to let her see he approved as he felt his jaws tensing up just by looking at her. Not saying anything right now, not even making a sound would prove to be the most harmless yet.

..god he wanted to see the rest of her tattoo.

[Zoelle Heroux]

There was a long pause before he responded. She wondered if it was because he was too distracted to hear her or something else, but he agreed and so she hesitated a moment. A pause for dramatic affect. Then she stepped out the dressing room, her gaze fixed on him, not wanting to miss his reaction.

He didn't disappoint either. Physically there was minimal reaction, but she was growing accustomed to that. It was in the little details. In fact, she was starting to believe that the less he seemed to react, the greater she was getting to him. After all, he had proven time and time again that he could be entirely melodramatic - that seemed to be his default setting really. Besides, the tension in his jaw might as well be a flashing neon sign. He barely even managed a nod, though the thumbs up communicated his approval quite clearly.

Even though she was trying to play coy, she couldn't help but grin a little. Sure, she might know she was hot stuff, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy when someone else appreciated that fact. It was a little silly trying to pretend he didn't affect her when it was so obvious how they were around each other, and yet she still had to keep up the pretense. It was tricky at times, but it would be worth it. After all, the more the anticipation built, the better it would be when they finally gave into it. Considering what it was always like between them, well, it would certainly be damn good after all this build up.

Her thumb hooked the edge of the skirt, pulling it down to reveal just a bit more of the feather tattoo on her hip. "Well, glad to see it was a hit. I figured it would be, but you never know," she said with a small teasing shrug as she turned her back on him, the motion arching her back and as such drawing attention to her ass even as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Give me a moment to change again and then we can get out of her and to the real fun," she said with a wink before disappearing into the dressing room one final time.

Zo rushed to change back into her own clothes and gather up their selections. She didn't think he could handle waiting much longer, and honestly neither could she. A few minutes later she stepped out of the dressing room for the final time, clothing in hand. "Almost done. How about we take care of these and then we get out of here? How's that sound?"

[Lucas Blacke]

This was nothing if not uncharacteristic for him. Not having anything to say and all-round being speechless wasn't something he had been since.. that time. He was glad that moment could be replaced with this one now, out with the old and in with the new. Something he hoped he'd be doing himself soon enough.

He still didn't manage to say anything though aside from small words like a confirmation or simple sounds like a light sigh, and a big one when she had stepped out. Luke had been watching in silence without anything but his thumb to let her know it was worth waiting for, although she was kind of stretching his limits. He hadn't been around enough hot girls to be okay for this amount of time, not yet. Though maybe she could change that, Luke shrugged internally instantly and figured with a smile that there was no place for a maybe in that sentence. She didn't know it yet, but she was his and he was hers. They just didn't name it yet.

When she moved her skirt down a bit as if she knew what he was thinking his eyes instantly went for the tattoo once more. At other times he would have thought that it looked cool and he wanted one as he had done so often before, but on her.. it wasn't something he wanted anymore. It was hers and he didn't want to copy perfection even if it would make him look cool. She would be by his side to make sure he looked cool, though it did occur to him that he had only really seen her around him, and not around other people. He wondered how she'd be around others and him, would she deny them as what they were or would she do worse and don't even acknowledge him?

No matter. She was here now, posing for him, turning around and arching her back so that.. Lucas gulped as he looked at one of her two most compelling assets, in that skirt it looked even more amazing than it normally would. Maybe he'd even go as far as to ask her to keep the skirt on. He'd work around it. And she'd likely do it, too. That was what he liked -loved about her, she wasn't a prude like all the other people he knew, she seemed to have no limits that he crossed. That and she had a killer body.

When she got back out of the dressing room for what Luke assumed was the final time he broke out a smile at what she said. He nodded and swallowed, it wouldn't be long now before it turned into what he had wanted for a while now. Gripping the bag tightly he got up and walked over to her, stopping mere inches in front of her and placing his one free hand at the side of her neck, using his index finger to push her head closer to his as he leaned in and kissed her.

''That answer enough for ya?'' He breathed softly as he pulled back a slight bit, still close enough to make her feel his every breath.

[Zoelle Heroux]

For a moment, she wondered if perhaps she was pushing him a little too far. After all, games like she played weren't really normal, were they? Normal people might tease here and there, but the way she did it was closer to torture. Maybe she was testing him too much and yet... well, he had always managed to keep up with her before. If she had to hold back... well, it just wouldn't be the same. She wasn't a restrained person after all.

Besides, as his eyes shifted to her tattoo, she couldn't help but think that he was managing just fine. It's not like he was asking her to change after all. Until he did, she would just assume everything was fine. That way she could believe that maybe she wasn't making a foolish mistake assuming she could ever be capable of more.

She liked the way he looked at her though. She could practically see him coming up with new ideas of things he'd want to do later. That was the best part really. After all, there wasn't much she said no to as far as that went. That in mind, she couldn't help but pose a little, knowing that he was appreciating the display.

When she emerged from the dressing room again though, she was greeted with a smile. He nodded before getting up and closing the distance between them. His hand pressed to her neck, one finger lifting her chin as he leaned in and kissed her. She found herself leaning into the kiss, one hand lightly resting on his chest to help balance herself. When he finally pulled away, he left her struggling to catch her breath. She managed a small nod of her own. "Uh huh," she murmured in agreement.

"Well, let's go then."

After all, the best was still to come.

~END~