tampered | We used to ride, baby ride around in limousines [Closed]

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We used to ride, baby ride around in limousines [Closed]

When; September 20th
Rating; Let's call it TV-14 to be safe.
Characters; Lydia Martin

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Summary; To the victor goes the spoils; Roman and Lydia's date.
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Lydia actually has no idea where Roman is taking her, but she decides to risk dressing for the occasion anyway. A guy who drives the car he claims he does is a guy who deserves a little red dress. Add to that the fact that he'd come running to help her, and didn't make her feel like she was a mutant or yelled at her when she came out of the banshee closet. The truth was, even with his own brand of weirdness that he'd shared with her, he's just the sort of guy she'd have dated back in Beacon Hills, her current arrangement with Aiden aside. But Aiden isn't here, and Roman is, and at the end of the day Roman ain't hard on the eyes, either.

She doesn't like to give the impression that she's waiting for someone to show up when going out on a date, but at the same time she doesn't want Melissa to worry, nor does she want Scott to feel like he has to play the protective big ~~brother~~ alpha. So she does her best to time things so she doesn't have to answer a lot of questions and she and Roman can transition quickly from the apartment to getting out the door.

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[A shrug from his lean shoulders but he feels like he can scratch one point on the scoreboard for himself.]

No. There's no one at home for me. I lived with my mother and sister.

[Past tense because now he just lives with is mother.]

My cousin too. They were the only ones for me on average. But I mean [Roman rubs his nose and lightens up his tone considerably by saying] it's different in that way.

[Interesting that Lydia would think to be anything less than what she is. Because she's fucking rad.]

So I take it you're not with the guy who likes dumb girls anymore.

[She always knew she was rad, but it took her time to learn not to compromise herself for what she thought she wanted. It's complicated.

At the query, her expression turns a little wry.]

No. He broke up with me actually; decided to move to London. In retrospect, it wasn't the best thing for either of us. The relationship, I mean. [Dating homicidal lizards is hazardous to your health, Lydia.]

If you don't mind me saying, he sounds like a dick.

[Whether she minds or not there it is. He's digging into the dessert. It is sure not going to last by long.]

Sort of nice how it wrapped up like that.

[Lydia gives a shrug. She pretty much thinks the same, while at the same time harboring some pretty confused feelings about Jackson. She tries not to go to deep into that, or she'd start tearing out her hair.]

You think? The move to London was probably the best thing for him. But it was pretty clean. I'm surprised though, that you weren't seeing anybody. Or do you play the field? [Ain't nothing wrong with that. That's been Lydia's MO throughout the new school year.]

Yeah. I play the field. I'm sort of kryptonite too I guess.

[So many just girls. And so many easy girls. And so many fathers and mothers that would rather have their daughters be old maids then be with the Godfrey heir that put so many workers out of commission when the company changed from steel to technology and chemistry.]

Not many people like my family.

[Is that a safe way to put it he wonders. Roman licks the remaining bit of the cake from his fork before setting it down.]

[Is Lydia easy? Well, maybe. She likes her fun. But she's not cheap and she doesn't lack respect for herself. Fortunately, she enjoys technology and chemistry and there's an upside to being on a date with someone who's not from your home universe.]

I won't lie, I'd be curious as to why that is, but I think we're about to leave and go dancing soon, right? So why trap either of us in the muck of things we don't really want carry on our shoulders right now?

[Smart as a whip. And Roman feels like he's not entertaining her or visa versa. They're engaged as equals. Maybe it's something about being burdened with his own fiscal responsibility and that he has nothing to offer to impress that makes it more of a challenge.]

Exactly. But. Keep it in mind. I might tell you.

[To be a little shit. Roman stands and offers his hand to her.]

You'll tell me when you're ready. [And not a moment before. Lydia doesn't mind.

She accepts his hand, standing up. It's off to the Underground, now!]

[Off to a place called Electric (f)Eel---is it eel or feel? At any rate the f is off of the sign. The lights are flashing. Bodies are writhing. It is most certainly a club for dancing.]

[And Lydia is a girl who likes to dance. There are some people who just have a knack for controlling their personal bubble. When she wants to dance and make Roman her satellite, they have a nice bit of space around them. When they want to lose themselves in a bit of crowd, or even dance-flirt a bit with people around them? Somehow it just happens.

And let's just get this out of the way: her hips don't lie.]

[How can he not circle around and about. She can go where she pleases but Roman is not far. This sort of lighting makes everyone beautiful. He's no remarkable dancer but he can bust a move. Always coming on back to Lydia though. And attempting to violate her personal space to get to those hips.]

[Violating her space implies he's not invited, and he most definitely is. So he can get in close, meld with a body that smells like strawberries and be tempted by a mouth that still tastes a little like chocolate, and on some occasions he's only an inch away when her arm's around his neck and they're matching rhythms that's little more than a sway from side to side to the beat.]

[Most adults would say that this isn't dancing. But what's dance but a representation of horizontal passions? Roman is close and acts as though it is possible to be closer. His eyes are fixated on her mouth and each time getting closer to pull away. There's enough body heat in here to break a sweat.]

Wanna get some air?

[Asked close to her ear. His lip grazes the top most curve of delicate cartilage and skin.]

[She turns toward his mouth but at the last moment her chin dips, and she gazes at him sidelong with her head tilted. There's a way to it that's very come-hither without being overtly so.]

Sure.

[Her hand finds his so she can guide him off the dance floor, but once at its edge, the lead will change and he gets to be the guide.]

[With a hand at the small of her back, nearly too low and it's not because of long arms, he takes them to one of the two mock balconies. It doesn't lead to a real outside just a look out to the street levels below within the underground. It's a weird topography. Behind them the music thuds.]

Having a good time?

[Make that two hands on her hips.]

I am, but don't be surprised. I'm keeping very good company.

[Her back is to the ledge, and there's no place to go save for where Roman lets her. Did she do that on purpose? Hard to say.]

[When she's so willing, he figures coming in closer to her face to brush her hair aside is an obvious action.]

I dunno. I think I can be boring sometimes.

[But he's not about to go into detail seriously. Roman tilts up her face to see if she tastes like strawberry, chocolate or the interesting scent that was coated like candy under his own blood over dinner.]

[A little bit of all of it, maybe? The blood scent may yet have faded since they've traveled and danced and sweat themselves, but there's no universe in which Lydia doesn't smell delicious to somebody. It's both a blessing and a bane.]

You're not being boring right now. Want me to let you know if we're taking the road to Dullsville?

[The delicate corners of her mouth are turned upward. His mouth is catching her attention, too.]

[It's a great flavor. Whatever it is. And while it has been sometime since he kissed someone, Roman tries not to pin down the memory. It was far away in time and distance. He was not the person he was before the coma. Why bother even thinking of it now?]

I drive. You be the GPS.

[Because he's going at it again. His hands give her hips and the fabric of her dress a mild wrenching of a squeeze before he leans in body to body like they had dancing.]

[She lets out a soft chuckle when he pulls her close and their noses touch and their breath tickles each other's lips.]

Well to start with, I'm sure your hands can find their way to some interesting rest stops along the map.

[The upward tilt of her chin invites him to kiss her. Neither of them will be able to fairly argue that one kissed the other; it's pretty 50/50.]

[Why leave it at lips? They both have tongues after all. Roman keeps it gradual. They might start making out but getting all over her is for other appendages.]

Hmmm?

[One hand has found the hem of her skirt the other is admiring the curve upward from her hip. She has a pretty great rack that he can even appreciate from the side.]

[Weren't they speaking in metaphor? It doesn't matter know. She curls fingers into his blazer.]

Well aren't you the trailblazer.

[Figure it out later, Roman. With a tug of his lapel, she's kissing him quite promptly.]

[He welcomes refusal, guidelines...whatever. Right now he's out to see what kind of panties she's wearing by touch alone. Her position against the railing is a good one. Roman's body obscures her. Anyone down below with eagle eyes though, well...

It's forward yes, but a lazy motion. They're still on a first date.]

You taste this good everywhere?

[At least that's what he asks when they part again. Whoops. There was a metaphor. He sort of tossed it. Blame it on how great of a kisser she is.]

[Satin. But straying further will have his hand gently but firmly guided away. Not off, but definitely away.]

Maybe one day soon you'll find out.

[She seems to be a fan of kissing, however. She might be guarding the southern gate so to speak, but she's all in when it comes to the kissing, nipping, teasing with her tongue.]

[Rerouted indeed. And he heeds the message loud and clear. He is clear headed, clear minded.]

I can guess.

[Or at least have a taste of what is at her neck. His own brand of nibbling and teasing. Already it seems like he's spent too much time with Peter. Lydia is softer, sweeter, better over all he tells himself. The world and gravity are acting like they should even in a place where he is another lost soul.

The more this goes on, the more he'll have to fight a stiff one.]

....wanna dance more?

[Even though he is really happy with touching her rump and hair and trying to kiss his way to a new route.]

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