Thread: Four Letters (Ariamella and Dane Stalling)

I'll bet you'll blow his mind and a lot more tonight, hon. Marisa watched Noir walk away, hips swinging as she pushed open the door to the evening air. A grin seemed to split the tattooed girl's face, and Marisa saw her lift the bottle to her lips and take a long swig before disappearing beyond the view of the window looking out on 6th street. I like her, Marisa finally said after a few moments, not bothering to hide the smile that came to her lips. She looked Cameron in the eyes, the warm hazel irises glinting with total amusement. I might just let her steal you from me. The echo of his own words was teasing but deliberate, a subtle reminder that he wasn't the only one who was good at playing fun little verbal games. One night stands weren't exactly her thing, but she liked challenges when they presented themselves, and Cameron was definitely on a level she had never experienced before. But if he thought he was winning their game, she would ensure that he took a good, long look at the situation. Maybe he thought he was good at winningher appropriately buzzed brain told her he would tonightbut she wanted to be the hardest win he'd ever had. And for the little stunt he pulled with Noir, she'd drag out the night just for him. Good things came to those who wait , she thought to herself. And he'd be waiting for as long as she could help it. She wiped her mouth one last time, then grabbed the small clutch bag she had brought with her. Excuse me, she said with the tiniest of grins creeping up on her lips, sliding out of the booth to stand. Her dress, appropriate for the office despite ending an inch above her thigh, was now hiked up to a smidgen higher than mid-thigh because of her seated position. Just a moment, she told Cameron as she turned to walk to the restroom, not bothering to tug the hem of her dress down. What difference did a little more skin service make? Probably not much. There wasn't really any reason for her to disappear into the women's room other than to wash her hands and kill time, and she did exactly both. Besides, she had to think of some ways to end the night that didn't result in sex. Not that she was opposed to it, but work would always come first for her, and she had actually planned to talk about casual sex in the first place. Otherwise this was a wasted opportunity, and while she had weeks before the mark-up of Alpha was due, the deadline for a first draft of her column was by Friday evening. She intended to get as much initial material as possible, and Cameron was just the start... not of a whole train of sexcapades, of course, but strictly for sources on one night stands. He seemed like he knew how to get down and dirty. Down and dirty for column material , she told herself as she inspected her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers through her auburn locks before swiping some clear gloss across her still red lips. A few minutes had passed before she came back out, still without the slightest clue as to where she wanted to go. But heysometimes it was fun to see where life took her. This was definitely interesting, she told Cameron as she sat at the edge of the booth and crossed one leg over the other, showing off some mean high heels. Simple but sleek in their design, they seemed to embody the very woman Marisa was. But we have some time left before everything is over. I got my drinks, I got my sandwich... Looks like the sparkling conversation is all we have left. The hint of a smirk turned up her lips, and she cocked her head slightly to the side and rested her hands in her lap. Her gaze held a promise it was a promise that said Cameron would get everything he wanted, and more, as long as she got everything she needed by the end of the night. And those kinds of transactions were the ones she liked best.