She wasn't surprised when she pulled into her own driveway and found that he'd crossed his bike at the head of her drive, up close to the house in a way that seemed to stake some sort of claim on the property itself. The area was far newer to her and she had no doubt that every alley he could cheat through was an ingrained memory map in his head. He was all pale white and stark dark in the headlights of her car and she dropped into park, watching him shy his head from the lights for a moment before he lifted a gloved hand in annoyance. She left them on though, intentionally breathing pleasure into the relaxed line of his body straddling the bike. Leather and chrome looked too good to her in cold light. It was a weakness she wasn't about to give up. There was something too appetizing about the way he was a black and white starkness in a void of gray areas.
The sudden turn of his head toward her windshield, eyes thin as he squinted past the lights, made the passes of his face and shoulders a sudden warning. As though the dark angles of him were telling her that this was the single most spectacular mistake she could ever make. But then, really… she'd always been a sucker for mistakes when they looked as lanky and scruffed up as he did.
"Damn." She exhaled and clipped the lights off quickly, letting her eyes adjust as she shut the engine off and watched his body stretch off the bike.
She let him take his time toward the car, watching the movement of him as he stepped up to her closed window and broke both forearms up onto the hood line. His head was dropped so that he could press a glance through the window as she studied him in a suddenly thunderous silence. The slow up angle of his eyebrow matched the smile that curved on his lips as he studied her, his dark eyes following the linesof her face. One of his hands dropped so that he could crook his finger at her, waving her from the car before he swung back from the door, the other hand jerking at the handle to draw it open.
"You're stalking, Cu Sith." He leaned his weight into the door frame, a brazen cockiness suddenly so sure on his body that she couldn't help but smile into the way he was looking at her.
"I don't know why you look so good to me, but you do." The words came out dryly and quietly, and she wasn't even sure where they had come from. It was an admittance she wasn't quite sure she'd been ready to share.
She forgave herself the weakness when his smile went wide.
"You don't have to get outta the cage for me to take you on another round, Ally." he was sliding his thumb along his bottom lip as his elbow rode the top of the door, eyes dropping down the length of the way she was still seatbelted into the driver's seat. "May be a bit crampy. But it'll do in a pinch."
"You are ten times as cocky as you have any right to be, you know that?" she teased at him as she unhooked the seat belt.
"Aye." He grinned into a chuckle and reached across her body, drawing the belt away as he ducked into her space. "And you like that."
"Unfortunately," she exhaled slowly, glancing over his face as he got closer, "I do."
"Anything in the back that can't hold for awhile?" his mouth was too close and his body too warm for her to give a shit about groceries.
"I don't care." She admitted quickly, her left hand rising so that her fingers could run against dusted leather.
"You will when you don't have your cream in your coffee." He caught against her fingers and pressed them down. "And you'll blame me in the morning."
"Who says I use cream in my coffee?"
He cocked her a derisive glance as he pulled away, the sudden vacancy of his body leaving too much space and too little heat. "I know y'do."
"Right now," she caught against the bottom hem of his cut, tugging him back into the open doorway of the car. "I don't care."
"Right now?" he quirked over her with a smile, gently unhooking her fingers from his clothes. "You need to learn some patience, Lieutenant."
"Tease." She hissed around the car as he headed toward the back, knocking against the back door as he flared her a proud grin of agreement.
He'd given in on waiting in the middle of her kitchen, his resolved broken by the arch of her spine as she'd risen on her toes to put a box of something he didn't care about into the higher cupboard. And he'd driven a gloved hand up the back of her shirt as he'd pressed his thighs and hips up into the inviting curve of her ass. Something in his lungs had snapped loose and he'd let that heat flush over him without biting back on it, drowning a groan into the fall of her dark hair. There was something preciously welcoming in the domestic angle of her body as she'd just leaned into the kitchen counter and he wanted it for himself. He wanted to own the calmed safety of it. He hadn't claimed something so simple and innocent in too long and the sudden ache for it unnerved him.
"Stay." He hushed the whisper into her neck, rubbing his face into her hair as he drew both of her hands along the counter and leaned farther into her, curling around the lean length of her as both his hands skidded warm leather up her rib cage to curve the fabric of her bra. His hands palmed against her breasts and he was driving his hips hard enough into her that she had to lean more weight into her palms, letting him push forward.
Ally dropped her head forward, biting onto her bottom lip as one of his hands released from under her shirt and lifted to slope in front of her, palm loose and open. She relied on the press of his weight and put both hands to his, pulling the glove off while he shuddered an exhalation into her hair. He turned the other hand forward as well, letting her take both gloves off with gentled movements, dropping them to the counter top. Too gentle. Too soft. She was far from innocent, but the smooth slowness of her was driving him blinded.
"Why'd you come for me Cu Sith?" he questioned slowly into her hair, his bare hands held up still in front of her. "Why me?"
"Your smile." She admitted in a shaded whisper as she studied his palms. "Not the scars. The real one."
"And what d'ya want from me?" he begged into her shoulder gruffly. "I can't give you any more than this and y'know it."
"Maybe this is all I want." She lifted her hands to palm over his, carefully laying her hands against his upturned ones.
"I want to believe you." His murmur in her hair was aching as he pried his fingers between hers and closed their palms together.
"And I want to trust you." She countered quietly.
"You and I?" He rubbed his nose into the back of her head, swallowing down the scent of some secret safety. "We weren't made to trust anyone. It's not in our bones, Ally."
"Then why are you still talking, Filip?" she sharpened to the side as her hands clenched against their laced fingers. "Why try to convince me of something you think is impossible?"
He slid his eyes closed and downed his forehead to her shoulder, repeating her earlier words. "I don't know why you look so good to me… but y'do."
He felt her exhale, her body relaxing back into his chest as he wrapped their linked hands around her, "I know."
"Are you going to let me stay here?" he asked carefully as he lifted his jaw against the side of her head.
The duality of the question didn't go unnoticed and she turned her face into the angle of his jaw, letting his beard brush her skin as she tightened her fingers on his. "You know I am."
"You're right." He agreed softly, turning his jaw down so that he could pull a kiss from her, his tongue a slow slide on hers before he angled his head away enough to meet her eyes. "I do."