Topic: A Gold Star Benefits Package (Booty Call by Carrier Pigeon?)

Fiora Shantalaine

Date: 2011-04-16 10:11 EST
The knock upon her door roused her and she lifted her head from the awkward angle it had fallen when she'd passed out in her desk chair. The undoubtedly goodlooking and dapper presence of Dr. Shilo drew a dimpled smile as she sleepily rubbed her eyes, "Hey ye."

"Can I come in?" His voice was always well modulated and caressed her awakening senses. She giggled despite herself, "Like ye have to ask."

"That looks amazingly uncomfortable." He interjected as he moved toward her, the clean lines of his crisp business suit accentuating a very male, very well-kept body.

"Eh, I'm good." She rolled her shoulder to relieve the tension and winced at the pull of the wound that was quite nearly healed.

"Did you take your medication?"

"Of course ...I..."

"Where is it Fiora?" She watched as his gaze descended to her desk top and searched amongst the stacks of papers for the pill bottles he prescribed.

"At home." She answered brightly as if this made perfect sense.

"That makes it difficult for you to take your mid-day dose, doesn't it?"

She grinned, all impish dimples as she sought a distraction.

He sighed. It was a sound she was growing quite accustomed to from him. A response she engendered without much effort. He seemed to recognize when it was easier to admit defeat and switched tactics, "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course!" Thrilled to have the subject changed she bounced up out of her seat to follow him to the soft leather couch that had recently held the small party in her office.

She watched as he centered himself. Minute adjustments to his person, the tap of a finger on his glasses, the double check of his collar, the situating of his legs. He certainly was a delight to look at.

"I wanted to discuss... Us."

"Us?" She beamed, "What a great topic!"

Fiora Shantalaine

Date: 2011-04-16 10:22 EST
"Right. Us." Again he delivered a look she was growing quite used to, "I'm beginning to realize that we have different ideas of where we're headed."

"Huh?"

"I mean, we're friends, but we're more than friends that--"

"Right we're like super friends!"

"Right, but we seem to be on different paths. And I want to discuss what direction this path--"

"We're on a path?!" Fiora blinked and looked about curiously.

"Right. A path. A twisted path that no one else seems to know about--"

"Wait! Like secret spies?! I've always--"

"Fiora." He held up a hand and shot her what she could only decipher to be an exasperated look, "Do you mind if I talk for a moment?"

"Oh. Right." She subsided and looked up at him with wide cerulean eyes full of interest. "OkayGo!"

He sighed. "Fiora, I like you. I like being with you. I just think that you're a very busy person and we wanted different things going into this."

"Into what?" She was growing more confused by the second but really liked watching his lips when he was this close.

"This friends thing. You seem to want to see other people and I--"

"Fuck Dusky."

He blinked. A momentary loss of words.

"I mean I get it. Dusky's hot and she's awesome and she loves you and if you two want to do what you do that's--"

"We're not talking about Dusky."

"We're not?" Fiora tried to rewind the conversation in her head to figure out who they were talking about and he seemed to see this as his opportunity to get more of his point across.

"No." Firmly. "We are discussing you and I. Yes, Dusky and I see each other but that is what I'm getting at. I was willing to end things with Dusky. I wanted to see you. You. Fiora. And be more than friends with--"

"You can't stop seeing Dusky she'd be miserable."

"We. Are. Not. Talking. About. Dusky."

"Oookay...so what you're saying is that you wanted to be better friends, friends who do what exactly?"

"No, what I'm saying is that I think we can't be those types of friends and that we should simply be Friends." There was an adorable look of confusion in his eyes as the usually well-spoken Euriya seemed to having some difficulties keeping track of this conversation.

"So wait, we can't date anymore?!" Fiora couldn't contain her look of horror, "No more theater showings, no more--"

"No. That's not what I'm saying at all." He placed a hand on her thigh to calm the rush of words, "We can still do all those things as friends."

Fiora Shantalaine

Date: 2011-04-16 10:31 EST
"Oh. Good!" She beamed, flashing dimples as she slid closer to him on the couch, "I love the things we do as friends!" The movement slid his hand higher on her thigh and he clenched the soft flesh found there in a reflexive motion before attempting to withdraw the touch.

"Right. But I don't think we'll be the type of friends with benefits."

"Wait. I'm losing benefits?" She frowned at that. She'd gotten pretty good at understanding benefit packages. Hell she was in realty, you always sold property with all kinds of benefits.

"Not losing. I mean. Wait." He took a moment. He seemed to need one. There was always these pauses with Euriya and Fiora always seemed to think that they were the moments in which she was supposed to throw more at him. He'd once told her she never responded the way he thought she was going to and she had giggled and told him that's what made her special. He couldn't seem to Shrink her.

"Okay." She'd wait. And while she waited she'd do some of the stuff she found the most enjoyable when she was with him. She slid into his lap and nibbled her way along the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

His hands found her sides and he held her with surprising force, "Fi. That's what I'm talking about." He sighed with a deeper whisper of sound to it. "We can't. We shouldn't do these kinds of things anymore. We should just be friends."

"Wait." She froze. Her head whipped up sending russet curls flying, "You wanna take away -these- benefits?!" She narrowed her eyes before they widened dramatically, realization dawning, "So that's what friends with beneifts means?!" She bounced up in his lap.

His own eyes were locked upon her and he only offered a strained nod.

"I had no idea! That is awesome! I mean I totally get it now! When people say Friends with Benefits they mean MAKING OUT!"

It was a groaned laugh that echoed in her ears before he managed, "Do you get many offers to be a friend with benefits then?"

"Oh no no. Not really. But the girls talk about them all the time and I was always trying to figure out what that meant." She grinned, clasping his face between her hands as she exclaimed, "I want a friend with benefits! You'll be my friend with benefits! We'll have like the Gold Star Package of benefits!"

There was nothing but thunderous silence from him as she bounced all over his lap in her increasing excitement.

Fiora Shantalaine

Date: 2011-04-16 10:40 EST
As his hands tangled in her hair and drew her into an extremely heated kiss, she could've sworn she heard him swear but she wasn't sure. Besides his kisses were dynamite and she was distracted within a moment's time.

The kiss went on and on. Their bodies tangling and twining, his hands increasingly more daring. Breaking to gasp, she practically purred, "I love this benefits package." Nibbling down his neck as she pulled his shirt apart, finding a path that she blazed slickly with her tongue. His gasp was reward enough but then she heard his agreement, "Yes. Yes, friends with benefits." If it sounded like he was capitulating or going back on his original stance against his better judgment she seemed to not notice or care. Dipping her tongue in his navel she whispered a hot little giggle over his sensitive flesh.

"Alright. Yes. We'll do this." He shuddered, "We can meet secretly. I can send you a text." His belt buckle was undone, the zipper drawn down, "Wait, you're really bad with phones. I'll--" His moan ate up his words.

She popped up her head, russet curls spilling about his lap, "Secret rendezvous! Really?! So we are like spies! On a tangled twisted path! This is so cool! We'll need a way to communicate!"

He was just staring at her.

"I know!" She exclaimed in excitement, "Carrier pigeons! I've always wanted to do missives by birds!"

The phone rang at that precise moment and she jumped to her feet, "I'll get that! It could be about that warehouse I put in a bid for! Oh, hey! Don't forget the pigeons!"

She missed his look. She missed the steady rise of his lengthy body from her couch. The slow deliberate refastening of his pants or the speculative look in his eyes as he watched her bend over her desk and answer her phone.

But she watched him hungrily as he sauntered out her door, his head shaking back and forth in bemused denial of what had just happened, she didn't quite make out his words, however, something about, "Booty call by pigeon....only Fiora."

((Thank you Euriya! I hope I did it justice! :) ))