Date Night out take from Stay

What are you wearing?”

“It’s called a cropped sweater, bubble skirt, stockings and heels, Duke.”

“I see all… of… that. It’s a little um --”

“Sexy?” She finished for him. “I hope so, that’s the idea.”

“Short,” he corrected. “Everywhere.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like it?”

He sighed. He would love it for private viewing. The matching plum tone of the sweater and skirt looked great on her skin. But the sweater was too cropped on the bottom and too low cut on the top. And the shoulders looked like they could fall off either way or both. Was she even wearing a bra? The skirt was short and made of some kind of flimsy material that caused it to swirl and float up every time she moved. The ivory colored stockings seemed to have glitter in them that kept the eyes wondering back to and all over her legs. Then there were the sling back heels. The same plum color of the rest of the outfit crisscrossed her delicate feet in straps that alternated from apparent velvet to shiny leather.

“Damn, Jennifer, you look like the Sugar Plum Sex Fairy!”

She smiled at that.

“We are NOT going out with you dressed like that.” They’d decided on a date night together. The staff at the Gull had been wanting to meet her and she’d wanted to ‘let her hair down’ and have some fun. At one time he would love to have had a beautiful woman dressed like that, or in even less, on his arm when he walked into his own bar. That was a few years and women back. This was Jennifer and now.

She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. “Then, YOU can stay home,” she snapped and gathered her billfold from her purse and dropped it into the clutch she was carrying.

Duke started to count down from ten and got to five before he was following her out the door. “Like hell, I will.”

Three hours, a few too many margaritas, a little too much dancing and showing off by Jennifer resulting in way too many appreciative stares from men - including Jack Driscoll giving him the thumbs up and yelling ‘nice trim’ at him, along with envious stares from women and Duke couldn’t hustle Jennifer out of the Gull fast enough. But she’d had a good time. And though he didn’t want to admit it, he had too. There was a certain satisfaction in the way men stared at her and she didn’t even see them. Or she didn’t acknowledge them. But she had damn sure got and held everyone’s attention.

“That was quite a show you put on back there,” he murmured as they made their way back onto the Rouge.

“You think that was a show? Oh, Duke-Baby, you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet!” She called over her shoulder as she went downstairs.

He pulled a face. “Duke-Baby? There will be NO referring to me as Duke-Baby,” he grumbled as he followed her. When he got downstairs she had Jay-Z on the stereo and was already grooving to it. She dropped down low and leaned back on one arm before undulating to her knees and then working her way back up. On second thought; whatever she wants to call me is good. He came to stand in front of the breakfast nook.

Jennifer gave Duke a gentle push and he complied with a smile by sitting down and resting his arm on the table. She smiled mischievously as she pirouetted to let her bubble skirt float up with the air current and flash a pair of silk panties the same color as the rest of her outfit over her ivory colored stockings. As she completed the turn she pulled her midriff bearing sweater over her head and gave it a little fling at him, managing to hit him right in the face with it. He yanked it out of his way and dropped it onto the table to take in the sight of a strapless, plum colored lace demi bra that could only exist to drive him crazy. She tossed back her head and laughed while she kept on dancing, her nipples playing peek-a-boo over the lace edging of her bra and her hips swaying to the music as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of the skirt and pulled it down slowly.

“Maybe I should see about installing a pole in here,” Duke mused aloud, teasing her.

“Ha! Real dancers don’t need a pole.” She abandoned the skirt and instead did as near a perfect six o’clock penche as could be expected when she was wearing heels instead of toe shoes and feeling tipsy in order to push down the elastic ankle strap of that particular shoe and when she landed in fourth position she immediately moved her weight to lift her foot out of it and give it a little kick out of the way.

“Ah, now you’re just bragging, Bright Eyes.”

She smiled at him and moved into an arabesque and then used a gymnastics trick to coil the leg and then reach behind, grab that shoe and pull it off. She let herself twirl with the recoil, landing in his arms and lap. He laughed and kissed her.

“Is this the part where it becomes a lap dance?” He kissed her and they laughed together. She took a moment to gauge the amount of room she had to work with and deciding it wasn’t enough shook her head and wriggled out of his grasp.

“Not yet, Sailor. You know… I believe those cost extra. Getting a happy ending costs a LOT extra.”

“Happy endings are for body rubs, sweetheart.”

She stilled and gave him a speculative glare. He raised his hand defensively.

“At least, that’s what I’ve been led to believe.” She narrowed her eyes. He was lucky she liked his hands. And his eyes. His face. She dropped the skirt and watched his face begin to look appropriately appreciative.

“You know, I’m starting to notice something here with you, darling.”

“Oh yeah?” She resumed dancing.

“Your underwear matches your clothes.” She stopped dancing and he continued; “our first time, you were wearing a lot of red, even under the pants and blouse. And then the next time I got to see you undress you were wearing a dark green blouse and light green bra and panties… And then the night Macha gave me my Trouble back, you were still wearing dark blue under the leggings and shirt you wore to train with Maeve, the ones that would match your suit you wore to work.” He was smiling as he put the memory pieces together. “You match all the way through.”

“Yeah. I, um, like matching.” She was pleased that he noticed but it was also a little embarrassing. It occurred to her that there were a myriad of tiny details they didn’t know about each other and he had never actually seen her shop and the lengths she went to in order to make sure her penchant for underwear matching her outfits was satisfied.

“It’s a…. very… pretty effect.”

“You like it?”

“Is it meant for me to like it?”

“That’s kind of a big bonus, yeah.”

He kept smiling even as his eyes narrowed. “Tell me who else noticed -- and liked it.”

“Umm… There was Rick, my freshman year in college…” He crooked his finger and she went to him; he stood and picked her up, carrying her to bed. “He made fun of me for it though. A lot. Said it was a waste of money and time…. It kind of is I guess.”

“No. Dick can shut the fuck up, he’s a dead man anyway.”

“It’s Rick --”

“Whatever.”

“And don’t say that.”

“Alright, but he doesn’t matter, and don’t tell me any more. At least not about some whiney douche bag who does not appreciate the art that is Jennifer Mason getting dressed and undressed.” He sat her on the bed and knelt on the floor before her, kissing the toes of one stocking clad foot and continuing to kiss his way along the arch of her foot, her ankle, and all the way up her leg before using his teeth to grip the garter and pull it off.

“Well, there was Ben, who worked at the Globe with me… He thought it was hot. He, um, actually bought me some.”

“You’ll be throwing those out and he is DEFINITELY a dead man.”

“Duke!”

“I’m kidding.” He started on her other leg. “At least about the killing him part. Not about getting rid of the Ben-wear.”

“It’s not ‘Ben-wear!’” She lowered her voice to mimic his even as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. “It’s MY under wear.”

He shrugged out of his shirt and yanked off the tank underneath. “Yeah, that another man bought you!” He kissed her argumentative mouth and gave her sharp tongue a soft nibble.

“Are we really going to argue about this?” She asked while yanking his pants down.

“No,” he gave her a push back onto the bed and climbed after her until he was straddling her. “I’ll just throw it all out and buy you all new.” He undid that wicked little bra from the front clasp and took one nipple in her mouth to give a sound suckling that had her arching for him.

“Don’t you dare!” She ordered around a gasp. “That stuff is expensive!”

“Now, I noticed early on my Princess had a fondness for the good stuff,” he acknowledged. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you… covered. So to speak.”

“Duke!” She was laughing and pushed him into an upright position as she sat up enough to shrug out of the bra before reaching to tug down her panties.

“Wait,” he ordered. “Did anyone else buy these for you?” His hands came to rest on each hip, fingers curling into the straps there, preparing to tear them off of her, depending on the answer.

Her own hands covered his to stay him. “Yes,” she confessed with a defiant tilt of her chin. When his eyes narrowed and his hands tensed she finished, “Maeve did! She let me use her credit card. THAT was seriously fun.”

He gazed at her appreciatively for a moment. “Well played, Jennifer.”

“I thought so.”

“You know, you’re getting to be a bad girl.”

“Ha. Must be the rub off effect of living with a pirate. And when do we get to talk about your other women?” She wriggled out of the panties and came up to kneeling in front of him.

“Hmmm. Touché. But none of the them bought me underwear.”

“You don’t wear it.”

“I do sometimes, if it’s particularly chilly.”

“Are you worried about shrinkage?” She wrapped a hand around him and gave him a long, lingering stroke.

His breath hissed through his teeth before he collected himself enough to sound indignant when he answered, “no!”

She giggled and coaxed him to turn and lay on his back, kissing his neck and chest and giving a little extra affection to the scar over his heart. He was more than willing to oblige her and when she was settled between his legs and her mouth had made its trail down over his torso and was finally sucking on him he twined his fingers gently into her hair and told her, “in all the world I have never seen anyone like you, Princess Bright Eyes.” He watched her for a few seconds, her beautiful mouth moving up and down his cock and felt the hot velvet of her tongue on the crown. She looked back up at him with smiling eyes and his heart melted a little more. “And you’re everything I could want.” She took him deep in her mouth and gave a swallow that almost made his eyes cross. “Oh, Buddha,” he sighed. “I think you’re all I can handle too.”