Chapter 12

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking

Kyra was still oblivious to what was going on. She hadn't been paying attention to the atmosphere at the studio when Kandomere arrived, and simply told Alice that she and her new friend were going out to eat at a new place, one she hoped wouldn't know her parent's reputation and would serve her as any other elf. She asked Alice to accompany them, but Alice assured her she was happy to let them go together. She excused herself by saying he was tired and just wanted to Netflix and Chill, her eyes flicking to Kandomere momentarily.

Kandomere for his part had heard every word. He also understood perfectly what the term meant, he'd heard it many times during his years with the MTF. He waited for Kyra to leave before making his way over to Alice, smirking at her slightly as she flushed, trying to busy herself with her camera.

"I'd be happy to give drive you home so you can chill with some Netflix," he offered, grinning at her.

She blushed furiously. Bloody elf hearing.

"I wouldn't want to keep you from something important," she answered, zipping up her bag.

"Oh, I have the night to myself. I have plenty of time to run my fingers through some Netflix."

She couldn't help but giggle slightly at the clumsy euphemism. Despite that, it conjured up all manner of images about exactly what she'd like him to do with those fingers, so deliciously thick and dextrous. She struggled to meet his eyes as her cheeks burned and her crotch felt heated.

Elves never missed anything. He knew something he'd said had inflamed her interest. As visible as her reddened cheeks were, he could smell the intensity of her arousal. Any other elf within a few feet of her would be able to smell it also.

"Come, I'll buy us coffee on the way."

He turned to make his way out of the studio, kissing Alavara's cheek as he did so, who simply gave him a knowing look. Alice said a quiet goodbye, unable to meet her eyes as she hurried past and followed Kandomere out to his car.

It was a typical government agent's car. Black and sleek, and kitted with all bells and whistles. She'd been in the car more than once by now, but it always struck her just how well it suited him.

They still hadn't really discussed what had happened and what it meant for them, and being alone with him in the car seemed like the perfect opportunity to do just that. She just couldn't find the words. She didn't know how to broach the subject. Was he wanting to perhaps wait for the Ball to happen before they took things further, including any conversation about what they could potentially become.

She'd been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realised he'd already pulled into the drive thru.

"What would you like?" he asked.

"Oh! Uh… Oat milk cappuccino, extra shot?" she replied.

He didn't question her choice of milk alternatives, he simply filed the information away so he could make sure not to order her a coffee with cow's milk again.

He paid for both coffees and handed hers to her. "Do you prefer oat milk?" he asked.

"I generally try to stay away from dairy. It doesn't make my gut happy."

He nodded. "Lactose intolerant?"

"No, I don't digest protein very well. I try to keep certain types to a minimum."

Digestive issues seemed to plague the humans far more than any other race. Several of the humans he worked with had various digestive issues and arguments would regularly break out about someone stealing someone else's alternative milk from the break room fridge. Montehugh thankfully didn't have any digestive complaints. He was happy to eat wherever Kandomere fancied.

The rest of the journey was silent, but full of tension. Alice focused entirely too hard on her coffee, grateful that he'd ordered a light roast. She wondered if it was his preferred type of coffee. Would dark roast be too strong in taste?

Kandomere could see her nursing the cup from the corner of his eye. Things were clearly unspoken and a little awkward. He thought about breaking the tension by asking her about what she thought about wearing for the Ball, but his building appeared all too soon.

Alice was out of the car before he'd turned the engine off, though she didn't rush off as he feared she might.

In truth, she needed the air. The tension in the car had become unbearable. Cloying. She actually feared she might make him pull over and pick up where they had left off the previous night.

Kandomere for his part had sensed the tension also. In fact, he had been smelling her arousal increase with every passing second as it filled the small space within the cabin. It had certainly had an effect on him and he'd needed to do some groin adjustment as he stepped out of the car.

Alice shouldered her camera bag and held on to her coffee in a vice grip. They walked silently to the lift and ascended to the top floor in equal silence, the tension following them into the small space. Kandomere made the mistake of breathing in a little too deeply and ended up with a nose full of her scent. It actually made his eyes quiver and cross, and he wasn't sure if he was grateful for the lift to reach their floor, or disappointed that he didn't react.

He followed her closely as she did a quick march to her apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside. She didn't close the door behind her as she put her camera down and shoved her coffee aside, sucking in a deep breath as she turned to face Kandomere as he hovered in the doorway.

Her face was flushed as it had been in the studio, despite the dim light. Though she couldn't see them properly, Kandomere's eyes barely had any iris left, much like the previous night. Neither had said a word to the other since the coffee pick up, and it seemed neither needed words as they crashed together, the tension having finally exploded between them.

Kandomere pressed her against the open doorframe as she was trying to pull her jacket off. She dumped it on the floor and let her hands roam over him, tugging at his waistcoat buttons and untucking his shirt as he as busy plundering her mouth with his own.

His hands slipped down over her hips and pulled on her behind, pulling one of her legs over his hip as he ground his erection against her. She moaned loudly against his lips as her fingers slid along his skin. He shivered at her touch and pulled one of her hands down, sliding it between them so he could press it against his arousal, her fingers tracing the throbbing contours of him though his trousers.

He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, baring his teeth so her could gently nip at her soft skin.

"How long did you wait last night before you touched yourself?" he whispered into her ear, his hips rocking against her hand as she stroked his bulge.

She could barely think straight and yet he was having a conversation as though she didn't have his cock in her hand.

"Uh… bedtime…" she finally managed to squeak out.

"That must have been terribly frustrating…" he said as he slipped a hand between them and pressed his heel against her hot crotch, rubbing it along her jeans. He groaned against her ear as her hips responded, rolling against his hand as she sought firmer contact.

"Uh huh…" was all she could manage as she slipped her other arm around his shoulders, gripping his jacket as she turned her head as best she could and extended her tongue to tickle his ear.

"I didn't wait a single second, not even to undress. I had my cock in my hand before I opened my door."

Alice moaned at the image of him walking through the corridor in such a state and gave his bulge a firm squeeze in response. She tried to pull open his zip, but he stilled her hand, pulling his head back slightly so he could press their foreheads together.

"Not yet…"

Alice whined. Logically, she understood why he might want to wait. He didn't want her to feel used. But that didn't stop her from wanting him to christen the doorway.

He moved his hands to cup her jaw and leaned in to give her a final searing kiss. He pulled back slowly, physically reluctant to be parted from her, but determined in his mental resolve.

Alice tried to tug him back by his jacket, but he pulled her hands free and kissed her fingers.

"In good time. Time, is what I want. I don't want to rush against a doorframe," he said as he finally pulled free and backed away towards his own apartment.

It didn't stop him from giving her a little tease as he unzipped himself, slowly pulling his cock free as her eyes watched his retreating form. She licked her lips at the sight and whimpered as he unlocked his door, stepping inside and shutting it behind him.

With Kyra out for a few hours, she wouldn't be waiting until bedtime.