Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

RE Never Alone RA and Chanti Leah loved his smile almost as much as his eyes. Almost. His smile was a comforting thing, but his eyesthose eyes made her feel safe. And hopeful. As if this could actually happen. As if she wasnt going to go home and dream of him and never hear from him again. Because that was, in all likelihood, going to happen. She absent-mindedly turned the glass goblet of water around in tiny circles within her finger, tracing abstract patterns in the condensation. The sheer relief that flooded through her when he so easily accepted her worry was surprising. She knew she was worried about it, she didnt know she had been THAT worried about it. She wasnt sure she liked the clinical way he referred to their sessions, but she supposed in this setting it was better than using the term hook-up or fuck time. The idea of the serious looking man across the table using THAT term brought a flicker of amusement to her eyes, and she hid a smile by taking a quick sip of the water. Two or three sessions per week. As if he were a therapist. In a way he kind of was, she guessed. It would cut into her extra money quite a bit. She wouldnt be able to turn around furniture as quickly. But the money she made at the bank took care of her bills and basic needs, the small furniture hobby was just a bit of extra cash she usually ended up stashing in savings if she didnt splurge on things at the grocery store that she normally wouldnt buy because it was too expensive. Looking at him over the table though, with his safe blue eyes and easy, comforting smile.it would so be worth it. She doubted he would keep her for longbut it would hopefully be nice while it lasted. I am good with two or three nights, but if I have work the next day I will need to get up early. Butwould you mind doing it at my place? She flushed scarlet. Doing it. Like she was a sweaty-palmed high schooler to embarrassed to say the word sex. She hadnt meant it to come out that way, it was just she was too leery of going over to his own home, on his own territory, alone. Online people recommended when you meet someone online you give their info to a friend or family member so if you disappeared the police had somewhere to start. Leah didnt have anyone to do that with. It was far safer in her own little apartment where the walls were thin enough if she screamed someone would hear. And hopefully come. Not that she would hold her breath for that to happennot in her neighborhood. She would definitely have to straighten things up. The night stand in the middle of the floor reeking of varnish MIGHT be a killjoy when it came to kinky fun. She was familiar with the idea of a safe word, and even though in the previous people she had come across she would have been doubtful of them using it, she believed him. Perhaps it was stupid of her to believe him, but believe him she did. HE would stop. Questions. She had a list of them. There were actually lists online of things to ask a potential dom. But her nerves ensured she barely remember the list, and she certainly wasnt going to pull it out of her wallet and begin interrogating him. Her finger traced the rim of her glass in an unconsciously nervous gesture, but she forced herself to look at him for this next question. Have you had submissives before? What do you expect out of me? Likedo you have any rules I need to follow? And...with perfect timing the waitress was back with their drinks, inquiring about their order. Feeling far more comfortable and relaxed then when she had come in, despite her still stressed nerves, Leah only hesitated a moment before ordering the Citrus Chicken Sorrento. Even if she never heard from the man again, she would at least get a delicious meal out of it. God, wasn't that a mercenary way of thinking? Here he was being nice enough to take her out to a nice, expensive restaurant, and she was gloating about getting a free meal. Free for her, not for him. Irritated with herself, she set the water goblet aside and reached for the tea.