When Limbo came back, Teuta took her bag out of his hand with a bashful smile, his height making it look tiny.
"Thank you." She said, letting him lock the door and bring her to his own apartment.
"It's a bit of a mess right now, so…"
"Don't worry, Limbo." She dismissed his concerns. "You just saved me from a disgusting cockroach, you have no need to be embarrassed by the state of your home."
Another warm chuckle spread heat through her veins. He opened the door, and she could not hold back her excitement at seeing a new piece of him. She wasted no time in walking in, taking in everything there was. If this was his definition of dirty, she did not want to think of what he thought of her room.
There were a few books out, a jumper hanging over the arm of the couch, but everything else was spotless. Modern, clean, spacious. She could not help herself as she ambled through it, watching with wide eyes as he moved to the sofa, picking up the sweater.
"Will this be fine?" He asked, tracking her as she observed the large living room and connecting kitchen.
Teuta smiled at the man with gratitude. "It's perfect. Thank you."
He smiled back, and she thought that he ought to be painted. A work of art. Everything was perfect.
Limbo moved to the kitchen, pulling out an old kettle, telling her: "Bathroom's through there. Go ahead and change, I'm exhausted."
She nodded, walking in the direction he indicated, entering an even nicer bathroom, but her heart stopped as she opened her bag.
"Bastard!" She yelled, feeling that resulting chuckle float through the air.
He did not get anything she asked for. Not her pyjamas, not her toiletry, not even a decent set of knickers. All she was left with are lace items, all lingerie she had not worn in months. She swallowed her pride, or maybe embraced it, as she slipped it on.
He had meant to humiliate her, a small bit of payback for sending him after the roach. She would take it in stride.
He left she a pair of shorts, thin and comfortable, and she placed those over the full-body outfit. It was a corset, not truly exposing her, but a small tease. She did not bother with a shirt, and there did not seem to be one anyway.
Then, chin in the air, Teuta walked out, shaking her head at the absolute nerve of him. She fumbled a bit with her nails, forcing confidence to grow, but kept her attention downward.
A cup clattered. Her eyes flashed up. His Adam's Apple was bobbing up and down, telling on him. She smiled.
"I did not think you'd actually wear them." He laughed, covering his eyes and reaching for the jumper, throwing it in her vague direction.
The woman caught it, still grinning at her victory. She slid fabric on, letting it swallow she entirely. It smelled like him; warm and clean and comfortable. Then, she kept walking, meeting him opposite between the counter and the island, a foot of space between them.
"It's all your fault for doubting me." She responded.
He looked at her, and a bit of that hunger lingered. She bit her lip, and more than a bit made his pupils blow.
Letting that confidence push her forward, Teuta took a few steps, brushing against Limbo as she walked to the couch, letting her hips sway more than necessary. She curled up against the arm, watching him curiously.
He looked like he was about to move, gulping audibly as he traced her body. He showered her in unabashed glances, down her legs and curves and to the sweater that was completely drowning her. His sweater.
"Where's the piano?" The girl asked, looking around.
"I keep it in the guest bedroom, which is our shared wall." He nodded down a small hallway, but seemed to have no inclination to show her what was hidden over there.
She smiled one more time, stretching out to watch him. Another gulp, hands tightening on the countertop, legs getting ready to move…
A whistle went off, loud and high-pitched. He groaned, and she laughed, letting him be teased. He knew what she wanted. And she knew what he wanted.
Limbo turned to the kettle. His actions were so nimble that she thought he might accidentally burn himself. He lifted it off the hot burner, filling two mugs with tea bags and sugar. He seemed to have forgotten to ask how she takes it, and Teuta did not think to tell him.
When he was done, he finally walked towards the woman on the couch, placing the steaming cups on the coffee table and taking a seat at the other end. He turned to her, not bothering with handing her the tea, as his focus was on other things.
"What kind of tea is it?" She asked innocently, like he was not staring at her as if he would rather that she wears nothing at all.
"Earl Grey." He grunted, hand moving to run up her calf. Goosebumps erupted, making him smirk.
"That's nice." She hummed. "But I prefer coffee."
"Cheeky." He muttered. "We can get some later."
Limbo wasted no time, creeping forward so he was straddling her body. He pressed a kiss to her neck, and she gasped.
"You don't know how long I've waited." He said against her collarbone, enjoying himself with the smell and the quickening heartbeat. "How long I've wanted."
Teuta grinned, fingers threading through his hair and lifting his head up. She smiled at his almost-black eyes, all pupils. "Enlighten me."
As if under command, he was kissing her. Hard and rough and gentle and soft. He chuckled as a small sound left her lips, opening for his tongue to take a swipe at the bottom. He retreated, however, choosing to savour the moment. His lips were perfect, they were fit to hers exactly. They spoke a million messages and a million notes slid underneath doors and tapped passive-aggressively under the peephole, hiding away from reality afterward.
They spoke of the game. The game of waiting. The game of wanting.
If there was one thing she had ever appreciated, it was an evening to herself. Well, herself and one other person. She registered a sound in another room. A cat pawing, a recognizable meow.
Max probably noticed that his usual haunt was empty and came to see what was going on over here, but she could not comment on it, because Limbo was moving down her jaw, sucking and kissing and brushing lightly with his tongue as he found every sweet spot.
She arched against him, and his hands slid up under the jumper on her body, feeling what laid underneath. Teuta focused on how perfect the evening became.
Tea, cat, silence.
One more neighbour, just so she would not be too lonely. Just so she had the chance of doing things one could only do in polite company.
A thought flitted through her head, and she brought his lips back to hers.
"You finally got your cup of tea. The Earl Grey's getting cold." The woman whispered.
"Fuck the Earl Grey."
