It weren't no night of Scotch like he had with Quinn where a few things were a blurr. Everything was pretty clear. He remembered texting Sammie tah see if she was there and awake and if he could come over. She told him yeah and put on tha light sah he knocked on tha door and she let him in.
Tha good thin' about Sammie was she knew exactly why he were there and so the didn't have tah make with many pretenses that it were otherwise. When he stepped intah her RV he was instantly kissing her and takin' of his jacket. She'd been sleeping, so there already weren't much tah fool with.
They had at each other till they was exhausted and sated. Sammie did well by helping him with the dessert he were wearing. When he woke up in dah morning he was naked and on his back, smelling pie and sex and feeling her full figure curled up against him. She was laying her head on his arm like a pillow, which kinda cut off the circulation and made it ache. He bent the arm, gently sliding it out from under her head and then leaned over tah kiss her cheek.
He said softly, "Oi, Sammie, you awake?"
Mark was always a welcomed visitor. He was kind, and just kinky enough to be fun, but not painful. Their trysts were something she looked forwards to every time she came to Rhy'din. Their relationship was simple: they enjoyed each other's company and the sex was an added bonus to their friendship.
Sleeping with Mark, waking up with his chest to her cheek, her head cradled on his arm, always a good, comforting thing. Her baby blues opened when he moved and she shifted to roll to her back and stretch her body to it's full length. "I'm awake, darlin'," she chuckled in a husky breath. "You wanting more sugar?" she teased lightly and rolled back to her side. She propped up her head with her hand, elbow to her pillows. "Or maybe a quick bite to eat instead to recharge them there batteries?"
"You think those tah things be different?" He smiled and lifted his head up tah kiss her, their lips connecting in that brief morning 'hello' before he laid his head back down. The arm that was tingling from having fallen asleep was stretched with circular wrist motions before it settled back around her, "I am feckin' hungry... fer some food, some cigarettes and," another kiss, but this time on her collar bone, "you. But I'm a smidge hungover and verra lazy."
Sammie's nose crinkled as she smiled and giggled. He was definitely fun to be around. She accepted the kiss and the invitation to snuggle some more. Her curled hair brushing against his cheek as she bent her neck and kissed the top of his head. "Well there's plenty o' both to be going round. Well, for you that is," she gave him a gentle squeeze, kissed him hello once again and then pulled away from him and to get out of bed. She moved with a dancer's grace, and why not? She'd been in the burlesque for nearly as long as she could remember. A silken robe was pulled on and tied off around her waist.
"So, we feed the stomach, then the libido. Besides my tantalizing body, what else are you hungry for darling?"
"Ah, don't go," he pawed at her weakly when she slipped out of the bed. Gah, had tah happen though, right? He rolled over on his stomach, arms folded and his chin propped atop dem as he watched her. His dark hair were a mess, jist it didn't look so haphazard now that Grace had cut it back tah kinda how it used tah be. He watched her figure move in the thin robe and smiled a bit tah himself. Yeah, were a far thin' from bad when Sammie swung by town tah claim benefits.
"Oh if I could have thin's my way I'd be hungry fer a swim but tha water out there being icy death and I dun think der be any other options." His head rolled a bit more tah one side with tha question, "How much longer is yer show goin' on fer?"
"I meant for breakfast," she chuckled and smacked him with a kitchen towel that she'd picked up. The towel barely landed. It was more of a drape on his shoulder before she snatched it away. "And since you've been no help whatsoever, You're getting a pancake and sausage on a stick." Her nod was for emphasis, an affirmation that she was going to make him just that and nothing more.
As she piddled about in the kitchen, she looked over at his cute ass, laying naked on her bed. "Hmm, about two more weeks. Two weeks and then we head south for a few months." There was no regret or pain about moving on. It's part of the lifestyle and they were both used to it. "You'll wait for me, of course? Going to bed with blue balls every night and taking ice cold showers." She laughed lightly and pulled the corn dog looking breakfast from the microwave oven. It was a short trip back to the bed where the three meat sticks were offered up to Mark. "I mean, you'd have to take cold showers. You see the women in this town?"
"Oi, dun be feisty cause you left tha question open ended," he picked up his head so he could lift up an arm tah protect himself from dah dangerous towel attack. It flopped over his shoulder and he grinned, thinkin' about reaching up and untying her robe while she stood there, lookin at him with that faux vexation like she was. "Ah, no m'lady. Pancake be the worst sorta punishment." The eyebrow waggle said it were far from it.
He rolled tah his side, his back against the RV wall tah make as much room fer her and the food as possible. The reserve sun tarot card tattoo over his right ribs a bit more present. "Yeah, sweetie, I'll wait fer you jist like yah wait fer me." Which had him jist grin a bit and reach over, opting to appear he were taking one of the bits of food by tha handle instead of catching the tie to her robe and giving it a tug. He quickly grabbed one of the bits by the stick and brought it tah his mouth and took a bite. Was hot as all hell on the inside! Steam rolling out from where he bit and he sucked in a breath real quick tah cool his mouth off before chewing. Seemed like the most graceful way tah handle the situation.
Sammie put her knee to the bed and sat upon her foot when Mark took the breakfast she prepared. Her hand landed in his hair and she gently eased the dark planes away from his face as he ate. "Hot," she giggled and then leaned to curl her body against his. It was a fun fantasy to have, holing up with Mark and pretending to play house. They both knew that the moment either of them went out of the door that the game was over until the next time. And that was ok.
"Well, just one thing to be done," she looked down at him, eating that pancake/sausage concoction. "We're just going to have to go at it, non stop, until I leave again. Keep the memory alive, and with pleasurable ache." She crinkled her nose again before taking a bite of the corn dog. "Hmmm"
"You got men like me all around tha world, Sammie?" Mark asked before finishing what were on the stick and tossing the piece of wood on the plate. Sammie never talked about other men, but he assumed any woman who were okay with how things was between them kept a boyfriend or two until someone managed tah convince her tah be a wife. Her body were curled up tah his, sah his hand went down to catch her leg, jist under the knee and bring it up tah rest on his hip which weren't pressed tah her bed.
"Is tha the thing needing tah be done? You think you can? Have at me in deh mornings and then gah dance all night? I dunno if yer body can keep up," a kiss were put tah her cheek, his right arm cradling her in closer tah him as his body eased into a closer spot between her legs, "especially iffin I keep comin' round at hours like dis morning."
"Nobody like you, Mark," she dimpled her cheeks and allowed her body to be manipulated into a comfortable position for them both. Sure, she had special friends in just about every stop, but none of them were the same. She slept with lawyers, doctors and politicians, drug addicts and preachers. The key ingredient, the one all of the shared was that they knew nothing was permanent with her. Sammie's truest love was being on the stage, making the crowd roar with laughter and crotches getting tight.
"Oh Mark," she sighed softly and gently pat his cheek. She rolled her hips to push herself against his slowly emerging erection. "I've got enough spunk left in me to do this a hundred times, sugah," she laughed and pulled his head closer to her bosom. She had curves and knew enough of her body in just how to use them to incite a sexual response. "But You," she reached behind him to drag the tips of her fingers up his back. "You like to go and talk, go and talk. It's very nice and keeps me wanting more without wearing me down."
"I won't if you keep teasin'," he said it through his teeth when she rolled her hips up intah his. Tha hand behind her knee tugged a bit more tah keep her pressed in close tah him. Fer him, the situation were simple. Hadn't been with anyone since Molly and the connection was good and feck if he didn't thank god fer the release. Before he'd felt a near hunger for it. Yeah, it was bein' lustful but it were also that other thing, that wantin' tah feel like someone were close but knowin' anyone wanting of his attention sought more than jist his bed.
There was the water-trickle feeling of her fingertips down his back which gave him cause to smile. He weren't ready tah roll atop of her or give intah her wiles. Last night he'd just been hungry, and torn intah her like a meal he needed tah have. Right now he were doing jist a piss-poor job of playing not-so-easy tah get. Were a bit more difficult fer a man tah do, especially curled up together like they was. She'd literally feel and know his temperature on tha situation, "I dun ever talk about much that's all that great. Surprised yah don't shut me up more often."
"Sometimes," she arched her back to press her chest upwards, more accessible to his mouth, hands, tongue. "Y'just need t'talk, yeah? And sometimes," her hand landed upon his ass with a soft pat and a squeeze to give leverage for her hips to grind into his. "Y'need to fuck. I'm here t'give ya best o' both worlds, m'pet."
She wasn't good at playing hard to get when the object of her lust was resting between her legs. Sammie wasn't fake, she wouldn't pretend that she had no interest when she definitely was. "And y'give me th'same thing. Talk, sex, win for the both o' us," she laughed and lowered her head to trace her tongue along the angle of his jaw.
Were it from workin' the stage, or jist being who she was? Feck if he knew. She said the right thing and had an undeniable appeal tha her he wanted tah bury himself in. Her whole body jist rolled against him in a palatable offer fer what he was wanting. There was stress and tension, and then there was flirtation come tah him in a way he weren't certain of. Was Grace wantin' him, or were she flirting with the boss? And Saila? Or... well, what of anyone? Mark often wondered whut tha motives fer most would be if he was jist a grunt like Dave.
"Well, I give yah more sex din talk these days," his head bowed tah kiss her at tha top of her chest and then lead down slowly tah her nipple. The weight of his body shifted tah claim a place atop of her, one hand now tangled in her hair. "Unless you got somethin' yah need tah talk about?"
She could see his wheels spinning and knew that the play date was nearly over. It was always fun while it lasted and there were no hurt feelings when he went to play in another sandbox. Rolling onto her back to accommodate him, her feet landed upon his pale ass. "Mmmm" she moaned softly as he entered her at the same time those kisses were applied to her breast. "Talk later," she laughed softly and arched her back sinfully to press against him. "There's business to be had just now."
The night before had been a rush of passionate, rough, needy sex. But now that they had sated that urgency their coupling was more slow and nearly loving as they touched, tangled and finally rose to those heights that only lovers could go to together. It was a brief high that they were both happy with as they set upon their day, Mark with his leading of the camp and Sammie with her leading of the burlesque troupe.
