He flushed, putting the glass in its rightful place, pointedly not looking where Max was perched on a bar stool across from him. “Hey babe.”
“What? No kiss hello?” Max asked, faking offense. “Now is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?” Freddie gave her a sheepish smile before coming around the counter and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. She watched with weary eyes as he slumped onto the stool next to her, propping his head up with a hand. “What's wrong love?” she asked, running a hand through the back of his thick, dark curls as best she could through the hairnet.
“Why are you still with me?” he blurted out.
Max resisted the urge to sigh loudly. So he's on this again. Guess that explains why he flinched when I called him 'love.' She was use to his moods by now, she understood his condition and accepted it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't taxing at times. Still she was in love with him, for better or worse, and that meant that she would reassure him a hundred times over if that's what it took, but that didn't meant that her methods of reassurance couldn't vary. Since telling him seemed to be getting her nowhere as of late, she'd have to show him.
“Freddie?” He looked over at her through big hazel eyes, that only got bigger as she pulled him into a searing kiss. When she finally pulled away he blinked dumbly for a second making her giggle. “I love you and I love being with you. You should know that by now.”
He furrowed his brows in confusion. “But why?”
“Because I do.” He started to protest, but she cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “Let me show you just how much I enjoy being with you.”
Max pulled him in again, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth with a contented sigh. In a display of strength that one might not expect the man to possess (he was a bit on the lanky side), Freddie lifted her into his lap, never breaking the kiss. She ground her hips down, pleased to find the evidence of his budding arousal.
Freddie let out a strangled groan as she worked her hips against his crotch, troubling thoughts unable to thrive with all of the blood seeping down from his brain to his dick. “My room. Now,” he growled as he stood up with Max still secured to his middle.
“No time!” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Huh? Why?”
“Because you're already half naked!” She slid down his body, taking his jumpsuit's zipper with her. Before he could fully process the action and become thoroughly embarrassed about being stripped in his (crappy) work place, her hand was slipping into the suit and gripping him through his boxers.
He let out a shuddering breath as she began to stroke him through the fabric. “Here?” was all he could managed, and given the things she was doing to him at the moment he felt it to be quite the accomplishment.
“Why not?” She smirked up at him, sealing his fate. Whenever Max got into a mood like this there was no stopping her.
He placed his hands over hers, halting her ministrations for a moment. “Well at least let me lock the doors first.” As soon as he locked the second door she was on him again, pushing him against the wall, lips locking back onto his. It was all tongue and groping hands until he was left in nothing but the hairnet.
“Leave it,” she purred as he reached to take it off, “It's kinda sexy.”
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Date: 2011-11-18 04:00 pm (UTC)“What? No kiss hello?” Max asked, faking offense. “Now is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?” Freddie gave her a sheepish smile before coming around the counter and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. She watched with weary eyes as he slumped onto the stool next to her, propping his head up with a hand. “What's wrong love?” she asked, running a hand through the back of his thick, dark curls as best she could through the hairnet.
“Why are you still with me?” he blurted out.
Max resisted the urge to sigh loudly. So he's on this again. Guess that explains why he flinched when I called him 'love.' She was use to his moods by now, she understood his condition and accepted it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't taxing at times. Still she was in love with him, for better or worse, and that meant that she would reassure him a hundred times over if that's what it took, but that didn't meant that her methods of reassurance couldn't vary. Since telling him seemed to be getting her nowhere as of late, she'd have to show him.
“Freddie?” He looked over at her through big hazel eyes, that only got bigger as she pulled him into a searing kiss. When she finally pulled away he blinked dumbly for a second making her giggle. “I love you and I love being with you. You should know that by now.”
He furrowed his brows in confusion. “But why?”
“Because I do.” He started to protest, but she cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “Let me show you just how much I enjoy being with you.”
Max pulled him in again, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth with a contented sigh. In a display of strength that one might not expect the man to possess (he was a bit on the lanky side), Freddie lifted her into his lap, never breaking the kiss. She ground her hips down, pleased to find the evidence of his budding arousal.
Freddie let out a strangled groan as she worked her hips against his crotch, troubling thoughts unable to thrive with all of the blood seeping down from his brain to his dick. “My room. Now,” he growled as he stood up with Max still secured to his middle.
“No time!” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Huh? Why?”
“Because you're already half naked!” She slid down his body, taking his jumpsuit's zipper with her. Before he could fully process the action and become thoroughly embarrassed about being stripped in his (crappy) work place, her hand was slipping into the suit and gripping him through his boxers.
He let out a shuddering breath as she began to stroke him through the fabric. “Here?” was all he could managed, and given the things she was doing to him at the moment he felt it to be quite the accomplishment.
“Why not?” She smirked up at him, sealing his fate. Whenever Max got into a mood like this there was no stopping her.
He placed his hands over hers, halting her ministrations for a moment. “Well at least let me lock the doors first.” As soon as he locked the second door she was on him again, pushing him against the wall, lips locking back onto his. It was all tongue and groping hands until he was left in nothing but the hairnet.
“Leave it,” she purred as he reached to take it off, “It's kinda sexy.”