The New Neighbor
Meegan slid her fingers into her purse as he held open the back door for her. She pulled out her key card and started up the stairs. She'd surreptitiously checked and was happy that her dress had not even been smudged. When they reached her door she slid in the key and opened the door. She held it open with her foot and keyed in her alarm code. Dill came barking happily to the door until he spied the stranger that matched the new smell and began to growl.
"Dill! Hush! Go to bed in the sunroom. Go!"
The silky brown dog turned and retreated to the sunroom, his tail between his legs.
"That was wierd."As she spoke,Meegan moved into the kitchen and pulled a couple of glasses from her cabinet and then crouched by the island and pulled out a bottle of Balmenach Scotch. "He's usually very friendly. How do you take your scotch?"

Turning back to Meegan, he smiled. "Nice place. I think your kitchen's a little bigger than mine, though."

"Nice place. I think your kitchen's a little bigger than mine, though."
She dumped a few cubes into each glass, laughing. "It is, and your's is bigger than Mrs. C's. But your living room/den space is bigger than mine, and so is your master bathroom."
Meegan poured the rich amber liquid into the glasses and handed one to Drev.
"Hungry?"

After a short hesitation, he decided to play it cool. She obviously knew what she wanted, so he might as well let her go about it at her own pace.
"I admire your work," he said conversationally and truthfully. He leaned a hip against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, holding the glass up to his lips for another sip.

Meegan moved away from the kitchen island toward the archway, she inclided her head at him inviting him to follow. She walked into her bedroom and turned right. She picked up a small black remote and turned on the gas in the round fire place.

His eyes landed on her body again as they entered her bedroom, and he noticed the tantalizing sway of her hips again. He could feel a stirring deep down. Gooseflesh sent a chill down his spine when the fireplace lit up rather suddenly. He was certainly no friend to fire, being what he was, however over the years he's been able to gain control over the aversion. This flame was well contained anyway, and what kind of a host would thrust a burning brand into their guest's face.
"But I know I've heard Vanessa mention your label before, so I'm sure she's worked some of your pieces into my wardrobe over the years."

"I need to get out of this dress,before I stain it. I don't think my luck will hold out much longer. Make yourself at home."

"How long've you been in Nachton?" he asked as he continued to peruse her books. He recognized a good many of the titles, a little surprised at the wide variety. He sipped his drink as he browsed, conscious of the hint of movement at the very edge of his peripheral vision.

She debated a shower for a moment, but didn't want to keep her guest waiting. Her stomache rumbled as she pulled a black silk camisole with a small silver dragon just over her navel, as though trying to protect or steal the dangling diamond on the loop peircing her skin, over her head. She frowned down at her belly. 'I'll have to take care of that soon.'
She slipped into matching silk panties with a mirrored dragon, a hint of her tattoo showed just above the hip of her panties, abd between where her camisole fell and they began on her back. It made her feel sexy to have those bits of her secret showing. She put the kimono style robe that completed the set around her shoulders. It's dragon was a huge monster whose head peeked over her shoulder and tail wrapped around her legs. She knotted the sash and left the room.
"Find anything interesting?"

"Quite a bit, actually," Drev said before turning around to face his host.
He was able to keep the surprise from his face, but he wasn't able to keep his eyes from wandering up and down her body. Even though most of it was hidden under a gorgeous robe. It hadn't been what he'd expecting her to change into, but it didn't matter now. He felt that familiar stirring again, centering in his groin and spreading outward.
He had a sudden, strong urge to use his telekinesis to rip that sash away, but he crushed the temptation. Take it easy, he chided himself again.
"You look comfortable," he said with a slightly mischievous grin, wondering what - if anything - she had on underneath the kimono.

"Shall we sit and discuss my literary collection? Or did you have something else in mind?"

"Shall we sit and discuss my literary collection? Or did you have something else in mind?"
He heard the question, but chose to ignore it for now.
"Did you design this?" he asked, lightly touching the tips of his fingers to the smooth fabric over her abdomen. His eyes were moving between hers and the frilly top of a bra or camisole hiding underneath. Without realizing it, he had moved closer to her, their chests less than an inch from touching.

"Though not for Gothic-ah, for a friend's line. She only does lingerie."

A faint warning went off in his head. 'Are you sure you want to do this?' it asked in a nagging voice. 'You live right beneath her, and it might lead to some uncomfortable bumpings-into in the future...' But they were already past that point. They'd probably be even more uncomfortable if he didn't let the situation unfold on its own.
"I'm sure they're all very appealing," he added, still leaning forward with all the speed of the glaciers glowing in his eyes.

He moved closer to her again, and her resolve crumbled. She closed the tiny gap between them and pressed her lips to his. A soft moan escaping her throat, as her body melted against the hard muscles of his chest. Meegan's hand splayed across his pectoral and found the irregular shape of a piercing. 'A man after my heart.' She thought as the tug in her belly became a hum.

He kept the kiss slow and sensual, taking the time to feel her body against him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and he could feel those hard nipples again. She must be pierced, he said to himself as his tongue peeked out from between his lips to taste her lower lip with a feather touch.
An interesting girl you are...

Her lips parted slightly when his tongue brushed her lip. Her strength of will was being slowly over taken by lust and if she didn't get control soon, she'd have to take him right here next to her most favorite of her books.
With a small whimper, she hoped he didn't hear, she pulled back and looked up into his eyes.


With a short fluttery breath, she pressed her lips to his once more.

He became incredibly curious about her chest then; wanting to find out for sure if she had metal through her nipples. Reaching out with his mind, as though it were a third arm, he tugged gently on the end of her sash with his telekinesis. He didn't pull hard; he kept it slow and gentle so it seemed like the sash was working itself loose by the slight motions of their bodies. To aid this, he began moving the hand on her back in small circles, working his way slowly down the curve toward her buttocks.

She felt her robe loosen, and began to grow impatient to feel his flesh on her's. She moved her fingers again, pulling the hem of his t-shirt from his pants. Slipping her hand under it, she sighed softly as she felt his warm skin against her hand.