One Night Stand as Usual
Rated: R
Summary: Alfie had a one night stand with a woman and it brings along some unsuspected consequences. Short, but there will be more. Reviews welcomed.
Her red lips curved into a smile. He nipped at her chin and she moaned. This blonde British limo driver had an effect on her. Her taste in men was usually the dark, demon eyed, leather coat wearing Goths. They were just like her. There was something about this Alfie that she liked. Of course his reputation was legendary.
She invited him back to her place. He was intrigued by her taste for leather playthings. A smirk crossed his face.
"You don't mean to tell me that you've never done any of that stuff before?" she asked.
"Course I have," he replied.
"Liar," she muttered.
"I heard that," he said and teasingly threw her on the bed.
She giggled. She hadn't giggled in a long time. He kissed her fiercely and ripped off her shirt. She wore a black corset underneath. His fingers undid the red laces and freed her from the bonds. She let out a deep throaty moan as the fondled her breasts.
Her leather skirt was tossed aside. His blue shirt and black pants fell onto her floor. The two bodies were swallowed in a sea of black sheets and blankets. Her pale skin stood out against his golden tan. She moaned as he rocked back and forth on top of her. Blood red nails dug into his back. He hissed and fucked her harder.
She came with a loud scream. She licked her red lips as he filled her up.
"Now you can a Goth girl to your list," she said, as he began to dress.
He didn't know what to say. He gave her a kiss, then left. Kat wasn't hurt. It was just a one night stand. Just a meaningless one night stand, and there didn't need to be more. Except this would get more complicated than either one would imagine.