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dilettante) wrote2025-07-06 11:26 am
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REEVE & LAYLA
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dilettante) wrote2025-07-06 11:26 am
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finally though she looked up at the rearview mirror and found herself blushing heavily at his words. she felt she had been going fast, wanting him and debating on whether or not she should make the first move. it seemed he had [even if that wasn't his intention] and she wasn't going to let this slip from her. so she reached out towards the car door with her free hand, finger pressing on the control button for the window. as it rolled down, her long pink hair began to float behind her, her hand moving towards her forehead as she pushed back her hair. she closed her eyes gently, taking in the breeze— particularly cleaner than usual tonight as she mulled over his words.
finally she spoke up. )
I'll go anywhere you take me Reeve....as long as it's with you.
( as the wind blew past her, her blouse became a bit undone, exposing the curvature of her chest. she had been through an endless wave of emotions today but all that seemed to take hold of her now was an airy wave of seduction and confidence. he was hers and she didn't need to fight for him anymore.
the imaginary woman who had a purpose, who she was in competition with was now slain before her. she had won. )
This will be the first time you've brought me over, I finally get to see what you're truly like.
( she turned to face him, a soft smile on her lips as she hummed in amusement. there wasn't any deep meaning behind that but it was becoming clear the two would be doing anything but sleeping tonight. )
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[ It makes Reeve think about the cat-shaped secret he's still keeping from her. He’ll have to find the right time to tell Layla, maybe in the morning, or the next time Cait Sith crosses her path on his own. His thumb taps against the steering wheel, the motion light and almost absent-minded. ]
I'm curious what you think I'm like behind the scenes, Layla. Care to enlighten me on that? Do you mean you'll be scoping out my place? I hardly find time to live in it, lately.
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That's alright, I'll decorate for you if you want.
( she's joking of course but it was clear she was becoming far more intimate with him now as her hand drifted from the back of his hand and onto his thigh, her fingers curving just a bit inward. )
I just want to see what you'll do with me in your arms, holding you so tightly and kissing you...
( as they continued driving forth and the community he lived in came into view, she began to feel a wave of arousal and anxiety creeping within her. this entire day had been filled with a wave of different emotions and sensations, and while she was still feeling raw and vulnerable from her own problems in relation to singing and her talents, she was feeling something else within her.
desire.
—
when they eventually came to the front door of his apartment, she was wrapped tightly around his arm and pressed against him without restraint. previously on their dates and hangouts, she'd gently touch him, teasing and testing the waters but now she was showing him who she truly was. someone who craved constant affection and attention from their partner, even in these moments where they were simply walking in. )
Mmm....will you let me stay the night?
( as they walked inside, the question came forth with the softest voice she could muster, rubbing the side of her face into his arm as she waited for his answer. she was far too sweet like this, so affectionate and needy. how could he deny her anything in this moment? )
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He's aware of the subtle stiffness in his movements as he steps out of his shoes. Hosting someone over like this isn't second nature to him. Not for this kind of company. He's out of practice and he knows it, but Layla's question is still hanging in the air, soft and hopeful. Reeve glances toward her, then smiles, receptive and unhesitant. ]
Of course you can stay. I was hoping you'd want to.
[ He says it without pause, then clears his throat, subtly flustered by how naturally it came out. She's still holding onto him and he hasn't even made it to the living room or kitchen yet. He's not sure which to bring her to. ]
Can I get you something to drink first? Tea, water, wine, whatever you want. —Though I have a feeling we're not going to be worrying too much about hydration tonight.
[ Reeve casts Layla an affectionate side glance, before leading her further in. They aren't in a rush if she's staying the night, after all. ]
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Is that right?
( he might have not been implying anything more than the two indulging in tender affection such as kissing and cuddling, but to reira who saw love and romance in everything, it seemed he might have been implying something far more sorted. the idea of sleeping with him after finally being his was appealing after all, and she took no offense to such a thought. )
How about a glass of wine, to celebrate us....finally being a couple? I'm....I'm really happy about that you know?
( wherever he was leading them, soon she released him from her grip, opting to grab his hand instead as she followed along, a seductive sway to her walking. )
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You know, it’s a little embarrassing that I might not remember how to use half the appliances in here, but I can at least manage wine.
[ The kitchen is sleek, with marble and brushed steel. There's more than enough counter space for meal prep, though it's clear he rarely does. There are no signs of earlier mess, no dirty glasses or dishes. Just a pristine space waiting to be made properly lived in. Reeve reaches toward a recessed cabinet and pulls free a bottle of unopened red, letting his thumb run along the edge of the foil before reaching for the corkscrew nearby.
Before uncorking, he flips on a small, in-wall speaker, filling the quiet with a soft hum of classic rock— something mellow with guitars that drift like the industrial haze beyond his high-rise windows. He talks while he works, his tone easy and a little distracted by the thought of what'll be happening between them next. ]
I bought this on impulse a while ago. I was told it was good, but it felt like too much to enjoy on my own. Good thing you're here to help me with it.
[ He levers the cork free with a satisfying pop and pours two glasses, color blooming against crystal. Turning back to Layla, he hands one off carefully to her then gently clinks glasses. ]
To us, then.
[ His arm comes to sweep around her waist, drawing her in until their bodies nestle a little closer. He smells like faded cologne and fabric mist, tension coiled beneath the collar. ]
—And our happiness, as a couple.
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I want you to share all of these things with me Reeve....I'll always be here to help you with anything.
( maybe it was naive to say such things, to give her heart away so easily but she couldn't help it. she had been holding back for so long and to finally be accepted, to feel these feeling be reciprocated—
well it made her forget everything and everyone else. for now.
as she scooped up her own glass, she clinked alongside him before allowing herself to be embraced in such a manner, looking up at him with gentle eyes, inhaling the smell of the fresh wine and his natural scent. )
To us.
( she said before taking a sip of her own; when he finally took one, she placed her glass down and reached for his tie, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. her sadness was now truly faded, transformed into desire. )
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Then he leans in, tongue lightly brushing the seam of her mouth, soft and unhurried, stealing her breath into his own. His hand finds the back of her hair, fingers threading through the impossible length of it. Cascades of pink silk, as long as that of goddesses in oil paintings, of muses carved into marble by hands long since turned to dust. She fits perfectly against him. Layla herself is art.
He follows the fall of her hair with a touch that memorizes as it moves, already mapping the layout of his home behind his closed eyes as he steps her backward, guiding without pressure, until her hips meet the edge of the kitchen island.
Fine— for now. A place for her to sit.
Without a word and lost to the hush of want blooming inside him, Reeve eases her carefully onto the cool marble ledge. His mouth slips from hers to trail down the delicate line of her neck. When it finds the pearls settled at her collar, he draws them gently between his teeth, lips brushing her skin, before he unclasps the necklace and lets it fall into his waiting palm.
He sets the jewelry aside, face up, ever attentive. The rose-colored crystals catch the kitchen light and throw it back in faint reflective sparkles. Reeve’s hand travels up the slope of Layla’s thigh, pushing her skirt to mid-length until white nylon greets him; two thigh-high stockings, delicate and sheer. Something hidden, but selected.
He pauses there when he sees them, fingers curling softly against the curve of her leg, and he wonders— these, maybe, he’d like her to keep on. He plucks at the elastic gently, a flirtatious snap against her skin, and watches her for a reaction. His gaze lingers, not just in desire, but in admiration. ]
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once seated, she let out a shaky gasp against his lips as the sound of her own heart beating filled her ears. no one else was here, it was just the two of them in this moment of their making and she truly felt like she was walking on air. each kiss that he pressed against her neck, she flexed her neck in turn to guide him where she wanted him to kiss her. she wasn't quite expecting him to be this brazen, teeth brushing against her flesh as he played with her jewelry but in response she let out an airy little laugh followed by a soft moan. he always seemed so uptight, perhaps a bit too strung up but seeing and getting to be witness to this side of him was truly precious. )
Ah—
( is all she can truly bring herself to say as he went on, fingers touching her and leaving her skin a burning mess in its wake. as soon as those same fingers snapped at her stocking, she looked at him directly, her hazel eyes nearly swimming in his own dark ones as she leaned in to kiss his lips gently. that was her reaction— playful approval to his actions and spurring him further. truly anyway he wanted to take this she would, and while she could certainly be down right depraved at times, something about keeping this playful and romantic felt right.
the dirty talk would come later. )
We're all alone tonight aren't we? We can do.....anything we want....anywhere in this apartment can't we?
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[ And he means it, truly means it. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime, Reeve's mind isn't split down the center or tethered. There are no flickering fragments of Avalanche chatter tugging at the periphery of his awareness to distract him— his thoughts don't have to wander, or steer responses out of an electronic vessel. Cait Sith is offline. The puppetry is paused.
All of him is here with Layla now; in this room, in this moment, just with her.
Realizing it makes something melt inside him and his hand drifts instinctively, reverently, up the softness of her thigh. He traces the edge of her dress, just at the hem. ]
And we can do anything. Anywhere in the apartment.
[ He hasn't let himself fantasize. Not really. To know her heart before she'd chosen to speak it would've felt dishonest. Wrong. Reeve had made himself wait. Out of respect. Out of care. He hadn't wanted to be greedy with expectations, to steal ahead of the moment and take more than he'd been given. Now that it's here, she's here...
He studies her, fingers brushing her cheek. His stance shifts slightly forward, knees nudging hers apart with the subtle encouragement of someone who still seeks permission. Both hands then come to brace against the edge of the marble island, hemming her in without caging her. The way he looks at her is steady and unshaken. There's heat there, yes, but not one that sees her just for the sex. ]
But I want you comfortable. This should be different, if it's us two.
[ He leans in to kiss her again. And then, with a slight shift of his weight, he steps between her knees, his hips meeting the inner cradle of her thighs, silently inviting her legs to wrap around him. Her necklace, still resting safely nearby, feels like a keepsake in the quiet. ]
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it felt right. it was happening now, the culmination of their feelings and desires. had she dreamt about this particular moment? not quite, but the kissing and him truly embracing her had been a warm feeling that carried her throughout the day and lonely nights when she truly felt loveless and lost. his kind words, their dates that ended in simple platonic affection was enough for a woman like her. these gestures and affections though opened up something more—
they made her want. they charged her every fiber with pure passionate desire and she couldn't help but look at him with her soft and hazel eyes, soft love and hunger lurking within them. )
You're truly so kind Reeve...
( she wanted to assure him she was more than comfortable, that this was okay but whatever words were lingering would remain there as he came in to kiss her. as his hips came forth, she wrapped her legs almost instinctively around him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. what began as an innocent little peck soon turned into something more voracious as her lips parted to take him in— his taste, the feeling of his mustache against her lips, and the sensation of his tongue gently swirling against her own. it was truly happening, she was finally his.
as they kissed on, her fingers drifted up to the back of his head, tenderly cradling and weaving into his hair. he was leaving her breathless and utterly sunken in her growing love for him. )
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She tells him he’s kind. His arms slip beneath her without hesitation— one at her lower back, the other beneath her thighs— and he lifts her from the island. She fits against his chest like a princess made to be carried. Reeve doesn’t break the kiss as he walks, doesn't dare let her go, guiding them with distracted steps through the soft golden hush of his apartment.
His bedroom door is nudged open to receive them, dimly lit, serene, linen and shadows. When he deposits Layla, it’s as though he's placed something sacred upon the altar of his sheets. She falls back with her hair splaying out beneath her, the hem of her dress riding high over her thighs, and the look she gives him, hazel eyes glassy with affection, pupils blown wide with want, make his mouth go dry.
She’s beautiful.
Her skin almost glows under the lamps, kissed by gold, and for a moment Reeve stands there, tongue running over the back of his teeth. Then, he kneels at the edge of the bed, both palms caressing up her legs. He leans in, kissing the inside of her thigh, first gently, then with lips that linger. A soft exhale follows, his breath brushing higher and near her panties. ]
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once they made it up to the bed, it took her a moment to realize she was being placed down onto the bed and that they had walked some ways to make it here. her mind was in a haze, eyes fixated on him and as he came to kneel down below her, she gently propped herself up on her elbows. she was now somewhat seated up, looking right down at him as he began to lean in and press gentle but ticklish kisses to her thighs. though she didn't laugh; instead she let out a soft blush as she realized where exactly he was going and what he was going to do.
truly he was leaving her stunned and full of excitement all at the same time. she had been dying for just a single touch from him, a sign he truly did want to be with her and now that he was pouring so much attention onto her, she was left with her heart racing. there was something innocent and romantic about all of this though, so she remained docile and coy, biting down on her lip as she turned to the head to the side. it felt wrong for her to be brazen right now, not when romance seemed to flood the atmosphere around them. )
You can....we can do anything tonight. As long as...mmm I'm with you, I'll want it all.
( her words are deliberately vague, akin to a blushing maiden whose never been touched. while that was far from the truth, there was nothing wrong with taking on a role; especially when it was actually the first time she had fallen in love with someone other than him. they could play around with such a notion, couldn't they? this one time.
gently her right hand reached down to the side of her hip, fingers curling into the waistband of her panties as she tugged down just a bit. )
Pull right here, and I'm all yours Reeve.
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Staying quiet, he runs his fingers up the front of her panties, the warmth that comes off them fogging his mind. He feels her outline. Where her thighs tuck together, the tips of his fingers slip into the fabric and lightly pull her underwear not off, but instead to the side. As it sags just slightly lower, caught in the crease of her leg, he drops his head to kiss her knee. White nylon under his lips. ]
Just tell me if I’m moving too quickly.
[ But he doesn’t think he is. Layla’s body drinks in his touch, and he feels her cunt go wet as he slides his fingers against the pink of it, lazily spreading. Drawing strokes from front to back, back to front with them, his brown eyes flicker up. ]
Or too slowly. You can also just ask for more.
[ His usual humor returns, though fond. ]