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 <Layla> ::nods her head in synch with his hand gesture and finally smiles:: Layla. ::slides the pack over towards him and laughs:: Yes my mother was a Clapton fan. Do me a favor and don't sing? ::offers a hopeful look:: I *really* get tired of it.
 
<Chris> Layla, ::tilting his head and grinning:: Your people were Clapton fans * too? * ::smiles:: I’m She-don’t-lie Cocaine. ::shakes his head and laughs:: Kidding, I’m Chris Varick, a Pleasure. And my best line is getting someone to volunteer their name without me asking. ::lifts both brows and looks very amused then takes an offered smoke::  Thank you Layla. Buy you a drink?
 
<Layla> ::acts like she's debating for a moment and smiles:: Sure. Why not. ::leans a little closer to whisper to him:: And nice trick...me...I'm usually happy if I can get a guys name before he offers to buy me a drink. Makes it easier to remember if they tell me when I'm sober. ::leans back and crosses her legs, taking the last drag from her cigarette before crushing it out.::
 
<Chris> ::throws his head back and laughs:: I gotta watch you! ::teases playfully:: What are you having? ::motions to the bartender to call him over::
 
 <Layla> ::lifts her empty glass and arches a brow:: Cuervo. Straight up. Or does that scare you too? I can try and be more feminine...but it's really not me. ::giggles softly and blushes:: Sorry...still in my aggressive bitch mode from work. It's a man's world, after all.
 
<Chris> Cuervo, straight up, Ohhhhh, I am scared of you. ::draws out the words playfully looking up at the bartender:: Anything the lady wants on my tab ::dismissing him with a smile and a wink:: What line of work are you in Layla?
 
<Layla> ::laughs and sets the glass down so the bartender can refill it:: If I tell you...you can't run away screaming. Okay? ::grins playfully:: Most guys hear what I do for a living and disappear faster than a virgin on prom night.
 
<Chris> ::looks down at his feet:: Well, I am not wearing tennis shoes, and I run pigeon toed, so I will take my chances by staying after you tell me. ::looks up at her and smiles softly waiting::

<Layla> ::looks him up and down and nods:: Okay...but don't say I didn't warn you. ::pauses for a moment and then locks her eyes with his:: A lawyer. Criminal lawyer to be exact. And no I don't defend murderers. ::grins and toys with the rim of her glass, waiting for his reaction.::

<Chris> ::laughs:: Do you defend or prosecute?::shrugs as if it doesn’t matter:: You like your work?

<Layla> ::looks a bit shocked:: Like it? Eh..::shrugs::..the money's not bad. But I don't like the politics involved. Which is why I'll probably stay in the DA's office instead of being the DA myself. ::downs her drink and sighs, pulling out another cigarette and casting a long sideways glance at Chris:: What about you, Chris? That's a pretty expensive suit. What do you do to pay the rent?

<Chris> ::laughs and looks at her pleased:: I play the market. I am a broker. ::winks at her:: I don’t like the politics, but the moneys not bad.

<Layla> ::laughs and shakes her head:: A broker, huh? Maybe I should get you to invest some of my money...see if you can make me a millionaire so I don't have to put up with the bullshit anymore.

<Chris> ::lifts brow thoughtfully:: Maybe, ::hears 'Don't pitch the bitch' run through his mind:: But tonight I am drinking not working. :: leans into her close looking into her eyes, close enough to kiss her but gently pulls a hair that is stuck to her eyelash:: A hair, ::shows her:: I don't think it is mine. ::laughs and sits back up::
 
<Layla> ::widens her eyes and inhales, noting the smell of his cologne and after-shave. She smiles at his joke and licks her suddenly dry lips before laughing at the joke:: No...I don't guess it is, huh? thanks... ::softly, blushing and searching for the lighter while tucking her hair behind her ear:: So what's a broker doing in a hotel bar? Penthouse being redecorated?
 
<Chris> ::looking at her like they are the only two people in the bar:: It is a celebration, for my firm. I am sorry to say, I am one of those clowns you had to wade through to get in here.::winks::
 
<Layla> ::smiles and looks down:: Oh I dunno, Chris. You don't seem much like them at all. At least you didn't hit me with "Baby are you tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day." ::laughs and motions for the lighter she spies on the other side of him:: Can I...ummm...have that back?
 
<Chris> ::picks up lighter and flicks it holding it up for her to light her smoke:: Oh, I am one of a kind alright.::keeping eye contact as he sets the lighter down in front of her:: But, you already know my best line Layla. ::smiles::

<Layla> ::gently touches his hand to light her cigarette and then exhales, letting her fingers slide off his hand and move back to fiddle with her glass:: Thanks. ::suddenly feels a bit nervous about her slightly forward gesture and struggles for conversation.:: So where's the girlfriend? Waiting by the phone while you have a night out with the boys?

<Chris> ::smiles sweetly and moves closer to whisper in her ear:: Don’t tell anyone, or it will ruin my reputation. But I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment. ::leans back and lifts a brow:: Where’s the boyfriend?
 
<Layla> ::blushes a bit and tilts her head, tucking her hair back behind her to unconsciously give him better access:: No boyfriend. I told you most men are intimidated by me. They don't care for a woman that knows what she wants and goes after it. ::turns to stare at him and smile, just slightly:: In fact, I think you're the first man I've met in a long time that stuck around after the first drink. Why is that, Chris?
 
<Chris> ::reaches out and brushes her hair back like she had just done watching her face for a reaction:: I guess I am not intimidated easily ::smiles and winks:: Was that a hint you need another drink? ::motions for the bar tender and pushes his neglected drink forward, so it will be replaced by a fresh one::

<Layla> ::peeks at him from the corner of her eye and shifting to cross her legs the other way. she leans into the touch slightly and shrugs:: I could stand another...if you don't mind. ::gives him a look and crushes out the forgotten cigarette::
 
<Chris> ::smiles at her:: I wouldn’t have offered if I minded. ::matter of factly:: You have beautiful hair. ::stroking her hair with the back of his hand like it was to precious to damage with his fingers, Dropping his hand to his lap he smiles at her:: I had nice hair once, before I messed up and used Nair instead of head and shoulders.

<Layla> ::bursts out laughing and reaches out to rub his bald head lightly:: Oh you poor baby! ::continues to laugh softly and pulls her hand away:: I'm sure it will grow back...but if I may say so, I kinda like it like this. ::chews on her lip thoughtfully:: Kinda reminds me of velvet...::blushes:: but that could be the alcohol talking. I tend to get even more blunt the more I drink...
 
<Chris> ::takes her hand in his like it completely natural interlacing their fingers and sitting both their hands on his knee:: Funny, ::laughs softly:: The more I drink the fuzzier I get.
 
<Layla> ::stares down at their entwined hands and reflexively squeezes just slightly:: Then maybe you shouldn't drink any more... ::quietly and in a serious tone. She downs her drink and gives him smile, letting her gaze roam from his eyes to their hands and back again::

 <Chris> ::laughs:: But I have only had ::pretends like he is thinking hard:: Two ::drawing small circles with the pad of his thumb across hers :: And I haven’t  drank the second, seems like this pretty lady came in and has charmed me into a conversation. ::sighs playfully:: When all I really wanted was to get drunk. ::winks::
 
<Layla> ::acts like she's going to move away, but smiles:: Well I could always leave you alone and let you finish what you started. I mean...who am I to interfere with a man's plans? ::arches a brow and tries to pull her hand away::
 
<Chris> ::laughs and pulls their hands up kissing the back of hers before releasing it:: Let’s see, conversation or booze? I will pick conversation any day. ::looks at her seriously but does not try to stop her from going::
 
<Layla> ::watches and smiles when he kisses her hand:: Well if you're sure I'm not keeping you from your...::looks out in the lobby and wrinkles her nose:: friends.
 
 <Chris> I am sure. ::tilts his head and smiles at her searching her eyes for a minute:: Can I ask you for a favor? ::sounds serious::

<Layla> ::gives him a confused look but nods:: I guess...depends on the favor...but I'll do what I can... ::turns to face him and pushes her hair back behind her ear again::

<Chris> Can I get another one of these?::picks up her pack and waggles it at her along with his brows:: I’ll buy you a drink. ::slides her glass forward so it can be magically refilled by the bartender::

<Layla> ::lets her face light up with a smile:: By all means, help yourself. And I think after this next drink...I should probably go upstairs. ::laughs:: Wouldn't want to embarrass myself by saying something I shouldn't.

<Chris> ::shakes two out and lights them both Cagney style, placing his in the ashtray and holding the other up close to her lips watching her green eyes while smiling softly:: What could you say that would embarrass you?
 
 <Layla> ::leans forward and takes the cigarette in her mouth, inhaling and steadying his hand with hers again before using her free hand to hold it and smile:: Well if you keep on charming me...::grins wickedly:: I might invite you upstairs. Would that shock you?
 
<Chris> ::smiles at her keeping eye contact; slowly runs his tongue across his mouth to moisten his dry lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and pursing it back out thoughtfully::Shock? No not at all. ::leaning into her and whispering in her ear, his lips brushing her skin as he speaks:: Would it shock you if I said I am not that kind of guy? ::kissing the spot below her ear, before pulling away, smiling at her:: Or would you peg me for a liar?
 
<Layla> ::shivers slightly as his lips touch her skin in the soft kiss. Her eyes drift closed for a minute and she mimics his movement of wetting her lips:: Mmmmmm...I'd say after that I'd have to peg you as a liar. ::whispered as she turns to look at him.:: But I could be wrong. The question is...am I? ::feels a little bolder and lets her hand trail lightly over the closest one of his thighs.::
 
<Chris> ::motions for the bartender to bring the check:: Layla, ::placing his hand over hers, and interlacing their fingers again:: There is a beautiful fountain in the back, want to take a walk outside with me and toss a penny in? ::smiles at her and looks hopeful:: Or we could go back to your room. ::lifting her hand to his lips again:: What ever the lady desires.
 
<Layla> ::smiles and looks thoughtful:: Well it is a nice night...and a walk sounds nice, but...::looks out at the few lounge lizards from the firm still whooping and yelling at some horse race on a big screen tv:: how do we navigate the lobby? ::gives him a look and squeezes his hand::
 
<Chris> ::reluctantly pulls his hand away to pay the bartender doing so he rises to his feet and holds out his hand to help her up, leaning down to grab her briefcase:: "I think I can manage to get us there." ::smiles and pulls himself up to full height puffing up playfully:: "Let them try to stop us." ::winks at her:: What room are you in? We can drop this ::looks down at the case in his hand:: Off before our walk. ::placing one big protective hand in the small of her back he ushers he towards the door::

<Layla> ::stands and smiles up him, letting him usher her out of the bar:: Gonna be my body guard huh, Chris? And they say chivalry is dead. ::laughs and motions to the elevators to the left:: Let's go this way...it's right by room. 812.
 
<Chris> ::makes his way with his charge into the elevator, only having to stop a few cat calls and rude comments with a raised brown and menacing look, everyone just seemed to part for them to let them through. Pushing the 8th floor button and warning 3 guys attempting to shove in the elevator off with a glance, a small shake of his head and a growl:: That wasn’t so bad. ::turning to her leaving his hand resting at her back:: Was it?
 
<Layla> ::smiles at his alpha male behavior and the way his co-workers seem to respect it and back off. When they are safely inside the elevator alone, she sneaks another glance up at him and smiles:: Bad? That was down right impressive, Chris. Too bad I couldn't have found you before I crossed the lobby the first time. ::giggles softly and chews on her lip, running a hand through her hair to tuck it back yet again::
 
<Chris> You need to stop doing that to me Layla. :: he whispers as he pulls her closer leaning down until his lips are almost touching hers, using his free hand to slide under her hair tracing down the length of her neck with his thumb and slipping it just inside her collar so he can stroke the tender flesh where her shoulder meets her neck:: The way you chew your lip makes me want to kiss you. ::his words are breathed over her mouth like a soft caress::
 
<Layla> ::looks deep into his soft brown eyes and blushes, inhaling sharply when she feels his fingers on the back of her neck. She can't seem to stop chewing on her lip and her heart rate is doing double time. A hand sneaks up to brush against his cheek as she tries to inventory all the sensations she's feeling. His warm breath, soft hands, the gentle pressure holding her close to him. It's so overwhelming that she can barely speak the next words:: Maybe I want you to kiss me....::whispered back to him::
 
<Chris> ::pressing his lips to hers, his tongue slipping out to work its way across her mouth and then slowly working it’s way between her lips asking for and being granted permission. He deepens the kiss, exploring, loving and worshiping her with his mouth. Pulling her closer so she is pressed against him tightly, his thumb moving in slow sensual circles in the small of her back, his other hand stroking lightly down her arm to rest on her waist. Only the pressing need for air and the elevators sudden stop makes him draw away::  This is our floor. ::he keeps his hand on her back and walks her out of the tiny box::
 
<Layla> ::sighs and follows him out of the elevator, forcing her legs to support her. She swallows and struggles to get her breathing under control as she leads him down the hall in the direction of her room. Her face feels like it's burning but whether it's the alcohol or his kiss, she's not sure. When they finally reach the door to her room, she produces the card key and hands it to him.:: Do you mind? I can never seem to get these things to work. ::looks up at him from beneath her lashes and smiles::

<Chris> ::taking the key and holding open the door for her to enter first. Dropping the briefcase beside the door he follows her into the room, stepping up behind her, his hands wrap around her waist while he moves her hair away with his chin so he can place a warm moist kiss on her neck:: Do you still want to go make a wish? ::mouthed into her neck as he draws her back into him gently:: Because it seems like mine is on the verge of coming true ::lifting one hand to move her shirt just enough that he can kiss and suckle at her neck where the shoulder meets::
 
<Layla> ::leans back against him and snakes a hand up to massage the back of his head. Her eyes drift closed and she sighs, a soft moan of appreciation for the things he doing to her:: Mmmmm...and what wish would that be, Chris? ::She presses her hips back against him and squirms slightly while her free hand grips at his thigh and her fingers dig into the firm muscle she finds there, desperately searching for something to hold on to before her legs give way beneath her.:
 
<Chris> ::sweeping her up in his arms and meeting her eyes seriously:: You, I was going to wish for you. ::lowering his mouth to hers he kisses her again, more demanding this time as he works his way to gently lay her on the bed, holding himself over her with his hands but never breaking the hungry kiss::
 
<Layla> ::opens her mouth to massage his tongue with hers as her hands busy themselves with roaming all over his body. From his muscled shoulders, to his firm chest, she can't get enough of touching him and carefully slips her hands under his jacket to pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against her. Gasping she breaks the kiss and smiles.:: Well you've got me, Chris. Now the question is...what are you going to do with me?
 
<Chris> ::moving away to stand at the edge of the bed. One leg between hers. He locks eyes, brown smoldering into green. Slowly he unbuttons his shirt, slipping it off to pool on the floor at his feet. He scans her reactions for any clue this may be too much or too fast. Toeing off his shoes, he presses his body back over hers, his hands moving to the jacket she is wearing easing it off her shoulders:: I want to see you. ::his voice gravely with desire::
 
<Layla> ::watches him remove his shirt and smiles. She sighs as he helps her remove her own jacket and then lets her hands drift to the buttons on the front of her shirt:: So do you want me to do this? ::flicking open one button and arching a brow, her tone soft but serious:: Or would you rather unwrap me yourself? ::flicking open another button, before letting her hands drift to her skirt and sliding it up ever so slightly to reveal the tops of her thigh highs. She starts to chew at her lower lip again and grins seductively::

<Chris> ::Grins down at her and rolls over to his back pulling her up to sit across his waist:: I like to unwrap my own gifts. ::his hands work the buttons free before slipping the blouse off. Fingering the lacy bra with admiration he glances back up at her and winks before removing it deftly. Cupping her face with one hand and wrapping the other hand around her waist he lets out an appraising whistle.

<Layla> ::stares down at him and laughs, wiggling her hips a little and splaying her fingers across his bare chest and toying with tight nipples:: Like what you see, Chris? ::She leans down to trail light kisses over his jaw, down his neck to the dip in his collarbone. A low moan escapes her when her breasts brush teasingly against him and she grinds her hips against a decidedly hard bulge she can feel in his pants.:: Hmmmmmmmm...cause I sure do ::huskily::

<Chris> ::dragging his fingertips over her arms and back, over her shoulders using the back of his fingers to stroke down her breast across her nipples slowly. Then cupping underneath and circling the hardening little buds with his thumbs, Looking up at her:: You are beautiful.::Rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger gently pinching and pulling:: Your skin feels like silk.

 <Layla> ::arches into his touch and endures the torment only a moment before slipping her hands down to tangle with his and pull them away, allowing her the freedom to work her way down his body. Her blunt teeth nip and the bumps and ridges of muscle in his stomach, before her tongue soothes the tiny love bite. When she reaches his belt, she pauses, looking up to catch his eyes before beginning to kiss and mouth his straining erection through it's cloth prison. Her hands grip his and hold them at his sides briefly before releasing them to see what he'll do:: Want me to stop, Chris?

 <Chris> ::moans softly and runs his hands through her hair tilting her head up so he can look deeply in her eyes:: If your going to stop at all, Now would be the time. I don’t think I can stop later without a few curse words and some hurt feelings. ::draws one finger across her lips and smiles at her::

<Layla> ::kisses the finger and sucks it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hands quickly undo his belt and the button on his pants. When she finally releases his finger it is only to flick at the zipper and grip it between her teeth, slowly pulling it down. She smiles and sits up to gently tug his pants down, sighing in appreciation:: My, my Chris...what a *big* boy you are. I'm impressed.
 
<Chris> ::sits up and helps her pull his slacks and socks off, then removes her skirt and heels, leaving the tiny panties and stockings on. Retrieving a condom from his wallet he kisses her deeply while slipping it in her hand:: You may need this. ::voice thick with desire his brown eyes aflame.  He maneuvers her up the bed so he can reach her, and still have her mouth where he wants it to be. Reaching down he strokes up her thighs, firmly but gently, he pauses a moment plays with the lace on her panties before slipping one finger in-between them and her skin to her moist folds to tease the little button there that causes her to roll her hips into his hand::
 
 <Layla> ::takes the condom and carefully opens it, tossing the wrapper to the floor and moaning when she feels his finger slip beneath her panties and touch that sensitive nub. On reflex, she bucks and trembles before trying to focus on the bounty in front of her. Very gently she positions the condom in place and then, using her mouth, she slowly rolls down his impressive length, massaging and suckling him the entire way down. She relaxes her throat as much as possible but she still can't take all of him and uses her hand to stimulate the areas that her mouth can't reach.::
 
<Chris> ::::moans and draws her up so he can get to her easier, placing her knees on each side of his chest so he can mouth her clitoris through her panties while slipping a finger into her deepest recesses, running his free hand over her back and cupping her heart shaped ass::::
 
<Layla> ::moans around him in her mouth when she feels his finger slip inside and pushes back against his mouth, desperate for more contact. She closes her eyes and suckles at him eagerly, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he's giving her and lets her hand slip down to gently massage the heavy sac beneath his throbbing erection.::
 
<Chris> Controlling the impulse to thrust into her mouth, he moves his finger in and out in time to her mouth, :: with his free hand he tears the tiny panties away using his chin to stimulate her pleasure nub while pushing another finger in , sucking on his thumb to lubricate it he uses it to tease the tight little rosebud of her ass::
 
<Layla> ::jerks her head up and gasps:: Oh, god! Chris! ::pants and continues to stroke him firmly, while pushing back against his hand:: Nnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh. God I want you. ::breathlessly:: Please....
 
<Chris> ::reluctantly he stops what he is doing and pushes her off gently so he can crawl between her thighs, holding his throbbing erection with one hand he lifts her with another huge hand across the small of her back, stroking her womanly lips with his arousal:: Please what My Love? ::his dark eyes stormy with passion as he looks at her::
 
<Layla> ::rubs the back of his head and looks deep into his nearly fully dilated eyes:: I want to feel you...inside me...now. ::rocks her hips to help accentuate her point and pulls him down for a quick searing kiss before whispering in his ear.:: Please, Chris...::she nips at the nearest bit of skin and sighs:: make love to me.
 
<Chris> :: holding the condom down with his thumb and forefinger he pushes into her tightness until his thumb comes to rest on her clit, rubbing it once before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in circling the spot with his thumb before retreating to do it over again, and again, each time his plunging becoming harder and faster:: You feel so good ::growled as he swoops in for another kiss, his tongue dancing with hers::
 
 <Layla> ::throws her head back against the bed, her hair spread out around her and her neck straining as he fills her completely. Each thrust seems to reach deeper and deeper inside her and soon she's raising her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She feels him stroking her clit and arches her back at the tiny shocks that travel up her spine, pressing her breasts into his chest as he kisses her even as her hands grip his shoulders trying to pull him closer, deeper into her.::
 
<Chris> ::pounding into her hungrily until he feels the impending orgasm:: Can’t hold out much longer Love. ::running the free hand over her body, pinching and teasing sensitive spots, dropping his head to suckle a nipple::

<Layla> ::moans and bucks up against him, using her hands to hold his mouth against her breast. Her eyes flutter closed and she starts to toss her head from side to side as her body starts to tense up, building to that sweet explosion. And almost instantly it's there, pooling deep inside her and making her clamp down on him as she trembles through a powerful orgasm:: Oh Chris! CHRIS!

<Chris>::hearing her call his name and having her clamp around him with that velvet vice grip his thrust turn erratic and jerky as his climax rolls over him. Pulling up to look at her face, clenching his teeth as the surge of his essence is being forced from his body at a dizzying speed. Spilling, still moving in her wet heaven, he stills and wraps her in one arm her until his muscles and heart quits quivering, holding the condom tightly around him with free hand, murmuring love words in her ear.:: So good, love the way you feel, so perfect. ::crushing her to him as he dives into her mouth for another kiss::
 
<Layla> ::moans and breaks the kiss, panting and collapsing back on the bed. Her body is totally limp from exhaustion and spent passion and she smiles a sleepy, dazed smile at him:: God, that was amazing, Chris...jeezus. ::reaches up to caress his cheek with the back of her hand:: You are amazing. ::whispered::
 
<Chris> Your amazing, Perfect .:: smiles at her adoringly before he gently withdraws from her slipping off the condom tying the end and dropping it in the waste basket beside the bed before curling up beside her and drawing her into the warm embrace of his arms.::  Nuzzling her neck playfully he whispers:: Woman, you wore me out.
 
<Layla> ::snuggles up to him and giggles softly:: You? I'm almost too tired to move. ::closes her eyes and sighs:: But I probably should have gone to the fountain and made that wish, Chris. I just thought of something I want more than anything in the world... ::shifts slightly so she can look at him and smile::
 
<Chris> ::cuddles her closer to him:: And what is that?
 
<Layla> ::gives him a hopeful look:: You to be here when I wake up. So that maybe we could do that again? ::She chews at her bottom lip nervously and hopes that she hasn't gone too far.::
 
<Chris> ::laughs and kisses her softly:: I think it would take a team of wild horses to drag me away Love.
 
<Layla> ::smiles and leans up to kiss him tenderly:: Promise?
 
<Chris> ::tilts her head back to look deeply into her eyes:: I promise to be here for as long as you want me.

<Layla> ::smiles and blinks sleepily:: I hope you don't have any plans then...cause I don't see me letting go of you for quite awhile.
 
<Chris> ::laughs softly and reaches down to fold the blanket across them.:: Good, because I would have had a hard time leaving if you wanted me too. ::lays on his back and pulls her to the crook of his arm so he can stroke her back as she dozes::