Liz stood with her beer in hand watching Jim and Lara. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched them play each other. The gentle touch of a rough hand sliding along her arm, and Brian's warm breath on her neck followed by a soft graze of lips pulled her from her thoughts of Lara and Jim together.
"Can we talk outside?" It was a simple question but she was rooted to the spot as a flush of heat rose to her face. She felt one of many waves of shame come over her for having thrown him out so coldly that morning. But she didn't want to admit to that guilt, that weakness. As she looked at him and the softness that his face took on as he leaned in her, his lips grazing her cheek, her will to stay were she was failed. She allowed Brian to lead her out,placing her beer on the polished surface of the bar in passing.
The light spilled from the bar onto the darkened sidewalk. Brains hand had moved to Eliza's lower back and his thumb lightly danced across the exposed flesh there. The chill that ran up her spine felt delicious in the warm night air. She stopped walking, only to be met with the pressure of Brian's hand ushering her farther away from the bar.
They turned the corner, settling a few feet inside a small alleyway. The sound of drunken laughter, and loud music muffled by they bars brick wall. He pushed her gently against the wall, his hands coming to rest on either side of her as she looked at him. The smell of his cologne enveloped her, all masculine and spice, reminding her of the way her bed still smelt of him. His eyes flicked over her plunging neck line and slowly up to her lips as he bit his own, lust and aggression filling his blue/green eyes. She placed her hands on his waist, moving closer to him ready to kiss him but his hands on her shoulders halted her.
"Why did you toss me out like that this morning?"
"My dad-" Confusion plagued her features.
"I knew Fuller was coming. You could have actually told me, done something more..." His voice trialed off, he wasn't even sure why he cared. He hated Fuller, and Liz being Fuller's step daughter did change things drastically. But he still liked her, she was quickly becoming a drug to him. One night with her and he couldn't stop thinking about her. His body craved for more, and it took every ounce of self-control to stop her from kissing him.
Her hands dropped from his waist, and she frustratingly ran one through the curly length of her hair. The smell of chocolate greeted Brian and without meaning to he drew closer kissing her neck and in hailing the rich scent of her body lotion. He never noticed before that she smelled of chocolate, more specifically cocoa powder. It was becoming harder for him to refrain from pulling her skirt up and finding out if she had underwear on or not. His hand had just started it's journey up the smooth inviting flesh of her thigh moving inward when she stopped him.
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, and her body was screaming for him to touch her. But she couldn't leave his question unanswered. If she did then she would never answer it honestly.
"This is just sex, right? I mean if it's more, if you want it to be, more then I do too. But if it's just sex then I think it should just stay at that. And the reason I kicked you out so hastily this morning was because I don't know what my dad would do if you of all people were there when he came in. Which reminds me, your wallet is in Lara's car. It must have fallen out of your pants." She looked down, seemingly staring at her hands, but looking past them at the bulge that graced the front of his cargo pants.
Brian sighed and leaned his forehead against the top of Liz's head," It didn't fall out of my pants. I dropped it on purpose."
"Why the hell would you do that?" The anger in her voice was matched by the sudden force she used to push Brian away.