sundown | a football player and a countess kissing in a tree

[ Francesca looks triumphant herself about being able to recognize at least one player. Up until she, with a smile cut short, catches the soured look on his face.

She takes a sip just then, filing away her curiosity about that reaction, because she misses that silly smile he wore just a minute ago for her, even if the pouted mouth looks very kissable right now. Maybe especially so. She wants to try to get to know him.

He’s drop dead gorgeous, really, frustratingly so, but she isn’t the type to jump into bed with someone. She hasn’t had sex in years, in fact. The thought makes her heart twinge, to even be considering it. To be wanting it so badly.

With that in mind, she puts some space between them when they sit, looking over her cup at him. ]

I don’t know anything about football, I’m afraid. I’m sorry, I know that is a British crime. Try not to call the police.

[Jamie can't help but notice the distance she puts between them, only because he's over-analysing everything. She's a proper lady, though, maybe it's not appropriate to sit thigh to thigh with a strange man.

Still, he craves closeness with her as soon as he doesn't have it. It feels like it would be perfectly natural to drape an arm around her shoulders, but he doesn't.

He smirks over his cup at her, then shrugs.]

I didn't know anything about piano playing until I saw you. I didn't even want to go, my friend brought me the first time.

[Might as well be honest.]

Maybe if you saw someone brilliant and beautiful playing footy you'd be more interested.

[Now for a well-timed sip.]

[ It does feel unnatural to sit so far from him, a niggling feeling of loss, especially when they spent upwards of an hour in traffic together. She just needs to try to reel back the desire to sit in his lap.

Or on his face.

She hums back at the observation-slash-suggestion, just stifling a laugh. He’s naturally funny. Instead, she dryly smarts back. ]

Your friend has good taste.

[ Roy Kent, man of sophistication. ]

Now that I think about it, it’s possible. Would you happen to know anyone who would fit the bill? [ Her eyes are big and innocent and very interested to hear his suggestions. ]

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The way I see it, we've got two options. I get you tickets to a match, you've got minimum 22 players to pick from. Myself included.

[He touches his chest to emphasise this. Jamie gesticulates in such an animated fashion that his coffee wavers around precariously.]

Or, you let me take you to a game together so you've got someone to tell you what's going on.

[Jamie leans in, a cheeky look on his face.]

Then you'll have 23 to pick from, myself included.

Edited 2025-03-24 09:44 (UTC)

[ He leans in all conspiratorial and Francesca would later say she was powerless but to do the same, enchanted, compelled to be closer to him. She can’t keep her eyes off him.

Her nose crinkles all cutely in reply. ] Well, I think I already know who I would choose. [ At this point, she gives him a look that could be called coquette. Are they flirting? She hopes she’s doing it right. ] But maybe I should keep my options open?

[Every time Jamie worries that he's overstepping or laying it on too thick, it seems like she matches his energy. Like they're already synchronising.

He leans in just that little bit more, his eyes bright from laughing and scanning over her lips to her eyes. He licks his own lips, shifting again. All these tiny movements happen in microseconds but his thoughts and his heart are racing.

She's a widow that he cornered and lured back home to get her alone. He can see she's interested, her body language is receptive and he's aching to close the distance, but he stills himself.]

Can I kiss you?

[As is thematic for the evening, he feels mad. He's so close he can smell the coffee on her lips and he desperately wants to taste it.]

[ She feels it, too. The heat, the buildup, the tension. It’s been a long time for her, years upon years, but her body and her heart recognize the signs, the feelings stirred within her, responding to his closeness, his scent.

Still, Francesca holds her breath when he asks, her chest constricting, fingers clasped tightly around the cooling mug of caffeine. She licks her own lips, then melts, wondering at the way he asks permission, how thoughtful it is.

Timidly, soberly, she nods, a half second before she sidles closer to bridge the distance, desperate for it. ]

[When Francesca nods, Jamie makes a noise between a huff and a giggle that he will find extremely embarrassing but probably sounds sweet. He sets his own mug of coffee aside, resting a hand lightly on her thigh as he closes in.

He slides his other hand over her cheek, cupping her face and kissing her softly, tasting her lips and easing into it. His eyes flick shut, but the hand on her thigh moves to rest over one of hers to help her support the mug.

Testing the bounds a little more, he flicks his tongue over her bottom lip as if to tease her into parting her mouth more for him. Ever vocal, he makes a soft, pleased sound and his thumb traces against her cheekbone.]

[ She thinks she might be rusty, it’s been so long since her last kiss, but she folds into the first press of his lips to hers, plump and soft against her own, grateful that he’s going gentle and slow.

He tastes like coffee, like vanilla bean and cinnamon. Nudging closer to him, seeking more, she makes her own sound, unmistakably of pleasure, of wanting, as her lips open for his tongue to dip into. The mug is unsteady in her hands, jostled by her, her fingers twitching to touch him in kind. ]

[Jamie slides his fingers under hers to procure the mug from her hands, he moves to set it aside but doesn't stop kissing her. He drops his hand from her face so he can clasp her hands while he deepens the kiss, humming softly as his tongue slides past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth.

He feels like he's tipsy but he hasn't had anything to drink, like he's just melting into her. It feels impossible to stop kissing her, but eventually he needs to breathe. His lips are still touching hers when he pulls back, peering at her from this funny angle.]

You're so beautiful.

[ Every noise, every movement, she dedicates to memory, carried away by his lips and his warm tongue inside her mouth. She’s breathing hard when it ends, and with idle surprise, realizes she’s wet already, the doing of the skill of his mouth and his proximity.

After a long pause, her hands squeezing his, she opens her eyes. And thinks. For a moment, maybe two, before she presses him back into the back cushions, with intention, so that she can seat herself in his lap, dress sliding up her thighs. From this vantage point, she slides his arms above his head, looking down at him with blatant desire. ]

Funny, I was going to say the same about you.

[She's wet, he's a little firm. It's part of why he breaks the kiss to breathe. He smiles admiringly at her when she opens her eyes, his gaze searching and not expecting her next moves.

He's pliant and easy enough to shift backward, though his brows shoot up and his eyes widen. It's not often a girl takes the lead and he certainly wasn't expecting it to happen tonight-- but he's thrilled.]

Woah-- [The surprise escapes him, but he shifts under her and brings his legs up to seat her better in his lap. If he wasn't visibly hard before, he's getting there now. His fingers twitch above his head and he pushes his chest up gently to try and lean up eagerly, searching for another kiss.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to have your way with me.

[ It helps that she’s been a married woman, knows enough of what she likes, though it’s true she let John lead much of the time. But she likes Jamie beneath her, all shocked and delighted, more of his chest exposed like this. She doesn’t try to hide it. ]

Oh? Did you have objections?

[ He leans up and she takes pity on him, leaning down to drop a kiss to his pretty mouth, smiling against it. Her tongue swipes out for a taste, shifting deliberately in his lap to test the waters - feeling his growing erection, her thigh balancing on his in order to shimmy just so against it.

Pulling back, she regards him with open admiration, his heavy lids and dark eyes. ] I can change tactics, if you prefer.

Uh, no? Nope. No objections. No way.

[It all bubbles out of Jamie until he's interrupted by the kiss. He melts again, sighing against her lips and kissing her harder and hungrier than before. If she's keen, he'll let himself show how keen he is too. He rolls his hips under her to get more friction.

When she pulls back, Jamie looks up with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. He looks dopey and utterly besotted with her, chest rising and falling slowly.]

I want what you want. [He says it softly, rolling his hips up slowly against her.]

If you let my hands go, there's a lot I'd like to do with 'em.. touch with 'em.

[ Francesca wishes she had a camera on hand to take a photo of him, trapped below her. She’s getting off on it.

Her smile edges into a pleased smirk, considering his offer, his arms and hands flexing beneath hers like he wants to be freed. Relenting, she untangles her fingers from his, freeing them and him. Resting hers on his clavicle, she eases more of her weight onto him, having been using the other position to balance herself, his powerful legs sturdy beneath her. ]

Like what? Care to share with the class? [ Teasing, she kisses him again, open-mouthed, heady with desire, and rocks in search for friction. Her panties are damp. ]

[Where a lot of people probably have a strong preference on position, where sex is involved there's almost nothing Jamie doesn't enjoy. Being under a woman is hot, especially a woman like Francesca who is so soft and sweet and quiet. He barely knows her, so he feels spoiled by the way she shows him facets of herself he suspects others don't see.

He happily remains under her but as soon as his hands spring free, they run up her front. He slips his fingers into her dress, cupping her breast and rolling his thumb over a nipple. He can feel the heat between her legs and it makes his blood pulse down, cock straining against his trousers.

Jamie sucks her bottom lip and parts his lips to kiss her. His other hand glides down between them to crawl his fingers under the fabric of her dress and run up and down the lips of her pussy.]

Feels nice down here, babygirl.

[ Her body is a live wire, electrified, pleasure throbbing through her veins. Her nipples tighten, reactive to the touch. She loves her nipples being played with.

Breathless, she chokes out a noise for him when his fingers find the center of her. She’s wet, soaked already, should maybe be embarrassed by the degree to which she’s ready for him, but she isn’t. She feels liberated by it, rocking against his hand.

Licking into his mouth, she presses her forehead to his. Decides to return the favor, skimming her hands down his chest, circling the buttons of his dress shirt, before she pulls away to deftly undo them. One by one, hands dusting up to his shoulders once open to push it off them. ]

Off. [ That’s an order. ]

[The only embarrassing thing for Jamie is how much he wants to drag her up his chest and put his face between her thighs.

If what he feels under his fingers isn't encouraging enough, the sounds urge him on. His fingers slide up and under the hem of her knickers. The first strokes are gentle and exploratory before he starts to circle his finger pads over her clit. Through this, he makes a series of soft, approving sounds and his kisses get hungrier.

He cups and squeezes her breast one last time, dropping his hand when she starts to open his buttons. Jamie arches a brow up at her when she orders him, but he looks more than impressed. He makes a meal out of sliding his shirt down his shoulders and arms until he's free.

There's a deliberate flex of his stomach muscles as he undulates his body under her. He returns his hand to squeeze her thigh and tease his thumb toward touching her again.

His lips part like he wants to say something along the lines of how badly he wants to fuck her right now, but he pauses. He rests his hands on her thighs, leaning up to kiss the corner of her mouth gently.]

Are you on the pill or anything, gorgeous?

[Never a sexy question, but a necessary one.]

Don't want to presume nothing, but if we go much further it's gonna be hard to stop and ask.

[Jamie smiles, shy but sly, brushing her hair off her face while he waits for her answer.]

[ She trembles in his arms when he explores and claims, body shuddering into the caress against her clit; she hasn’t been touched there in so very long, and a man’s touch — Jamie’s touch is a far different one from her own between her legs. She can’t know what he’ll do next, can only anticipate the next move, until he removes it, a sigh of loss following.

Her chest is heaving, intently watching him as he shrugs out of his shirt, studying the well-defined muscle beneath skin. Appreciatively, she runs her hands up and down his exposed arms, the tips of her nails scraping, titillating. She’s finding it hard to find speech.

The pill? A brief second of confusion, then - oh. Right. She shakes her head. ]

No. It’s been a while for me. [ Confession, but mostly admission. He’s ahead of her; protection hadn’t so much as occurred to her, because she hadn’t planned on things progressing this far, at least she had pretended it wouldn’t, but the game is up now.

Humming, she turns her face into his hand, sucking his thumb into her mouth, the barest taste of herself on it, and watches him through half-lidded eyes. ]

[It's not the prolonged courtship Jamie envisioned when he set his sights on her, but there's nothing disappointing about what's happening here. It just affirms to Jamie that he was right to feel attraction and that they have powerful chemistry.

It's difficult to be practically minded when he can feel the heat between her thighs and wants to bury himself inside of her. It's 90% a sexual need and 10% an insatiable desire to be as close to her as possible.

And he's not sure what kind of man she thinks he is, if her intention was always for a cheeky hook up or if she feels the way he does. He doesn't want her to think if he can't nut in her that he's not interested, but he doesn't want to pretend that's not something he's interested in.

His thoughtful expression is interrupted by her sucking his thumb and his cock twitches against her. He runs his hand up her back, rucking her dress up as she does and pressing her closer so they're nice and nestled together.]

Plenty of ways around that. Probably got a condom somewhere. [He glances idly around the room but brings his attention back to her.]

Or I've got ten fingers and a tongue and I can show you what I can do with them. [The smile he offers her is so warm and innocent in contrast to his words.]

Didn't bring you here to fuck you, but I'd be lying if I said I ain't been thinking about it. Nightly.

[ It feels deliciously right, their bodies pressed flushed together, her fingers settling on his stomach. Her heart cinches.

She’s fairly sure higher thinking is quickly going beyond her faculties. A whimpering noise dislodges from her throat, elicited by the picture he paints of what he can do to her, her belly clenching with ripe need.

His confessed fantasies sends her over the edge. Being eaten out isn’t all she’s in the mood for, burning to see his cock, to be filled by him. She catches one of his hands to kiss his fingertips, achingly gentle. ]

I want you, Jamie.

[ If it’s not apparent enough, she puts it plainly with words. Her cheeks tint, but she presses forward anyways, emboldened by the fact he wants her as badly as she wants him. She can feel it against her, and she wiggles, situating herself perfectly, seated right so that her cunt is touching the proof of his own desire, only layers between them. She drags herself over the outline of his erection, sighing aloud with wanting. ]

I want you inside me.

Edited 2025-03-26 05:37 (UTC)

[Momentarily, Jamie needs to set aside the fact that he'll need to hunt for a condom and focus on what is right in front of him. In his lap. It's a very dangerous game he plays, because it feels like it would be all too easy to forget the stupid thing and feel her skin to skin.

Jamie squeezes the curve of her backside as she drags herself over him, sighing along with her. His hips rock up again, desperate to be out of his pants and even closer to her. He loses himself in it, tracing his other hand up her spine and gathering her hair in his hand as he teases her scalp with his fingertips. He moans long and low against her lips, so perfectly aroused by her that it all feels dreamlike.

There's a vague niggle and a worry in his mind that if she rocks against him anymore, they won't have to worry about the condom at all. He slides his arms around her, quite easily manoeuvring her off his cock and onto her back on the pillows behind her. He leans down and kisses her forehead before hopping off the couch.

He takes a moment to unzip and shimmy his trousers down so he can step out of them, leaving his briefs on for now.]

Won't take a moment.

[ Francesca feels vaguely like an eager virgin, but she doesn’t begrudge herself it. It would be impossible with the way he’s looking at her, how synchronized their movements already are.

She expects it when he deposits her on her back, her dress hiked up even further about her person, black lace underwear peeking out from under crimson satin, a very evident wet splotch from her arousal at its center. She sighs, both a little pitifully and in understanding, and makes herself comfortable.

Before he can skirt away too far, she extends a leg to prod his ass with her foot, nudging him away with a scrunch of her nose. ] Cute arse. Now go, before I make you ravish me.

[Jamie has his back to her as he inspects his wallet, but he can't resist a slow half-turn toward her. He arches a brow at her like he's scandalised, but the smile says he's eating it up.

He proceeds to search his wallet, his gym bag, his drawers and scratches his head before he leaves. The soft sounds of rummaging and muttering follow him room to room and he returns with his tail between his legs.

Jamie scratches the side of his face a little apprehensively before he puts his hands on his hips. He presses his mouth together as he watches her on the couch, eyes running up her legs and that view of wet lace.

And he says something he never says:]

I could pull out.

Edited 2025-03-26 08:23 (UTC)

[ More than a little antsy does she wait on his return, stretching, the throb of her clit and the cooling wetness of her cunt distracting and uncomfortable. She rubs her thighs together, growing more concerned the longer it takes him, paranoia mounting that he’s somehow lost interest, or there isn’t a condom in sight.

His return is met with an arch of her back, her dusky eyes, her hands on her knees.

She blinks at the suggestion, an exhale through her noise of blunt surprise, and raises herself to her elbows. Thinking. Or trying to. What he said just made her clench on nothing, and her eyes keep drifting to his boner.

Oh God. She’s cockbrained.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it, and nods, her mouth run dry. ]

You’re clean? [ Possibly the least sexy thing she’s said in her life but yolo ]

Edited 2025-03-26 08:37 (UTC)

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