Getting Reacquanted. Pt. 2 [MF][Fsub][Mdom][facefuck]

Finally, after their eventful walk, the two found themselves on the stoop of Liz’s three-story brownstone. Her fingers fumbled as she frantically searched for corresponding keys and locks to open the faded green door with its peeling paint. Distracted by Rich’s own searching fingers. Standing behind her with his mouth nuzzled into the small of her neck he one handedly undid the top buttons off her blouse as his other hand took rough hold of her inner thigh. Soft moans and quick gasps of air escaping her parted lips were cut short by an exacerbated curse of frustration.

“Fuck” she said before spinning round in his arms “At this rate we’re never going to make it inside. You need to get control of yourself for a second mister and quit distracting me while I try to find the damn key.” As if to say she wouldn’t take hearing any argument to the contrary she placed a quick and significantly more reserved kiss on his lips. Then she flashed Rich a quick grin and returned to the task of opening her front door, one that had so far proved much more difficult than it really should be.

Getting Reacquainted. Pt.1 [MF]

Rich walked through the old oak door with the big brass handles that he knew so well it was almost like walking through his own front door. The Black Rose, the vague and somewhat ominous sounding name may have had an actual meaning once but the bar had changed hands so many times that no one really knew what the name really meant. That is of course if it ever had any meaning at all. The glass in his hand nearly fell from his grasp and shattered on the scuffed up and well-worn wooden floor of the neighborhood bar that had become his regular haunt after he’d moved to the city several years before. His eyes went a little wider and his jaw sagged slightly, yet noticeably, agape. Noticeable to her at least, but of course she would notice as she was the one that caused the sudden and embarrassing slackness of his jaw.

“Richard!” she squealed “Oh my god, that can’t really be you.”

*Liz Parker*, he thought, *my first crush, my first love. How is this even happening?* His mind raced for something clever to say but his tongue was just as silky then as it was when he was a puppy love-struck twelve-year-old. That is to say, decidedly not silky.