EDITORS NOTE: Ah, this would have fallen into the category of unfinished works were it not for the fact that N finished it for me. I mentioned this to N a little while back and sent her my portion of this brief tale and she, after declaring how I never showed my playful side in my writing, took on the task of completing it. I checked my email and my response to the portion of the piece was:

And somehow I expected it to end with fucking. Emotional slut that
you are made it girly and sweet.

You charm me.

Love you,
D

I never posted the piece, for which she put forth the effort to complete, and, even though she is currently angry with me (Over something whose fault is at both of our feet) I decided to post it. It is, after all, sweet.
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He could smell her before she even came into his line of sight. He was standing on the same wall next to the entrance and so when he turned his head, she still hadn’t found him in the crowd. He could see her brow knit just before her eyes lit on him and a smile replaced the worried look.

‘That’s why I should have picked you up at work.’ He said just before leaning down to take the kiss she offered. He felt her hands curl around his neck and met her gaze.

‘That takes away all my chances to pick up other men.’ She jabbed, but wrinkled her nose to soften the tone. He slid his hands across the curve of her ass and pulled her up against him. The kiss he gave her was territoral and would have normally been reserved for a moment of privacy.

She pulled back first, her cheeks stained pink, and he felt her arms melt away from his shoulders. His, however, remained in place a moment longer before finally releasing. He felt the material of her skirt hang on his ring before quickly being pulled free by her hands.

‘D, stop it. I don’t have a whole lot of room to spare in this outfit.’ She stepped back and turned around for him. It was an understatement, she had nothing to spare. The denim skirt she wore was barely able to cover her ass and seemed to even sit low on her hips. His fingers splayed wide would be about the same length, thumb to tip. Her top, backless, was held on only by three, thin strands of material. He could see the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

‘Jesus. Let’s skip the concert.’ He responded, feeling a familiar weight settle into his crotch. The pleased smile she gave him then was worth the 30 minutes he had waited there for her.

She laughed at the remark, but he could see her silently assess his face to determine just how serious he was. People were swarming around them when he took her hand and headed into the arena. He pulled her into the haven of his shoulder as they pushed through the crowd to find the general area of their seats. It was crowded and the opening act was just finishing.

He pulled her in front of him so that he could shelter her from the increasing crush of people around them. A few minutes later a familiar beat started and conversation became useless. The roar of the crowd was deafening. The beat of the music vibrated the cement under their feet. A fight started a few rows in front of them and he kept an eye on the participants before they were removed by security. It was a typical concert.

He could feel the tshirt he wore sticking to his skin. It was almost hypnotic, the way the crowd rolled in waves to the beat. She was no different, her body pressing back against him in tune with the beat. He doubted she was aware the havoc she was creating in him. His hands went around her waist and pulled her back against him as his hips rolled forward. If she were unclear, the movement defined the extent of his lust. She looked back over her shoulder and offered him a kiss. As he bent his head forward, he felt her fingers milking him through his jeans. He stopped just before he kissed her in surprise and then kissed her that much harder.

His hands slipped down over her flat belly and the brief expanse of her skirt before finding her mound. Her sound of surprise was drowned in his mouth and under the roar of the crowd, which seemed to dim in contrast to the pulse which sounded in his head. He ground his palm against the silk covered sex and pushed himself against her hand. He broke the kiss and stared at her before releasing his touch on her. He moved to the left and grabbed her hand firmly, pulling her through the crowd that pushed towards the stage.

‘The concert.’ He heard her yell from behind him, but remained at a steady pace, pushing aside bodies in an effort to get to a door. ‘D, the concert!’ She said a little louder this time, tugging on his grip slightly.

He looked back and shook his head. ‘Fuck the concert.’

The air was suffocating around them, stale. It only increased his desire to be away. He pulled her close to his side as they cleared the long hallway leading from the arena and reached down to adjust himself with a little discression. She caught the movement.

‘There’s no hiding that.’ She said with a smirk.

———— N takes over here.

She lifted her gaze from his adjusting hand to his steely eyes, and unable
to tamp down the soft laughter, it erupted in singsong peals and filled the
corridor around them.. somehow shifting the mood a bit. Her eyes full of
mischief, she circled him once, twice and then she playfully hopped onto his back,
her forearm slashing across his throat that some would find it a quite
menacing movement and her long legs instinctively twined around his waist.

With a cant to his head to one side, a look she was familiar with, one that
spoke volumes and said something along the lines of ” Slut, What are you
doing?”

By this time she didn’t care about her skirt, and the draft that seemed to
be caressing and teasing her in a most delicious way. All she knew and could
think about was him. The man that held her .. held her physically and
emotionally on so many levels he couldn’t possibly know the full extent of it.

She buried her face against the hollow of his neck, her arms tightening
around him and she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at her wayward
thoughts. Her lips brushed against the delicate shell of his ear and she
whispered to him, and to him alone as if no one other than they existed. ” I love
you, D. I love you with all that I am.”

Her lips curled into a huge, beaming smile as his reply resonated through
her - an answer so like him. ” I know.”