Alcoholic fumes (cw + tw)

Michelle had dared herself to go back to Athena after she had stolen all of her father’s company’s money, only to see how the money disappeared again as one of her youngest sisters managed to transfer the money back to their father. It was a short high she had experienced, and she had kept herself away from the family for quite a while. As the summer arrived in Athena, Michelle had followed the migratory birds from the south part of the globe to the northern, where Athena was placed.
She had sold her apartment back in the day, thinking she was leaving everything behind and starting a new life. Half a year later, she now sat here, waiting for a bartender to catch her eyes. Michelle was far from drunk enough for the company here. She had even paid her half-burnt apartment a visit to see if they had bothered to repair it. They hadn’t.
A young man finally caught her eyes which made her look slyly at him as he asked what he could get her. She pulled her shoulder a little back, straightening her posture. “See, if it had been your coworker over there, I would have said a Flaming Dr. Pepper, but as of right now,” She replied and looked him up and down, almost feeling some sort of superiority towards him. Her eyes were eating him up. She licked her lips as she looked back up at his eyes. “A White Russian will satisfy me.” She said before she tilted her head a little, wanting to watch how he mixed it for her. There was something satisfying about watching a man work. Michelle’s eyes closed as a blonde and drunk woman next to her tumbled off her stool and fell into her. The blonde lady was surely lucky that Michelle hadn’t lost her temper yet, because then the sweet gal would have turned into a frog. Michelle however let her eyes find the bartender again, hoping for less disturbance.

Oh, he was an observer. It was impossible not to like. She herself liked to observe, and by now she could already tell a thousand things about him. That might be an exaggeration, but she believed she already knew where she had him, just by the way he moved and looked around. A soft man underneath the darn hard shell.
If mixing cocktails were a goodnight story, she would have her own bartender to look at every night before bed. There was something so calming about watching how he worked and how the simple cocktail evolved. Transformed.
Her eyes found his hands that were placed on the bar top. His pose tasted of power. Pretty, little boy. She took her drink, one hand wrapped around it, another around the small straws. He gave her an offer she couldn’t resist. She hummed appreciatingly, both from enjoying the drink and agreeing to his offer. “Well, the Russian you’re offering better last longer than this one,” she mused, blinking slowly at him. She radiated power and importance. If one didn’t know better, she could look like someone who owned the place, the way she was so self-possessed. “And how long is your break?” she wondered, turning a little on her seat, crossing one leg over the other.

With a couple of thousand years on her back, Michelle believed she knew men in and out, just by talking with them for a moment and observing how they moved. She believed it could tell a lot about them. A satisfied, teasing hum left her as he promised her that he would last longer than her cocktail. “Sounds promising,” she replied, giving him a relaxed wink. She wasn’t going to work too hard, because she had this small feeling, that she already could have her way with him. The more confident and relaxed she seemed, the more interesting she would seem to be, or at least, that was what she believed; so far it had been working just fine. She raised a brow and tilted her head as he was honest and told her that his break wasn’t going to be long enough. “Oh?” she mumbled before he revealed the short break he had. Her smile spread slowly and widely. It sounded like she was getting a feast when his shift ended. “Sound like you’re expecting me to stay till your shift ends?” she chuckled, teasing him a little. “Are you certain that I can wait that long?” she almost purred, leaning a little back. Was she being too much? Probably. Did she care? No, not at all. She took what she could get, that was the best way to live life. Don't ever set high expatiations; you'll only end up disappointed.

She narrowed her eyes satisfied by his answer. As he leaned closer, she held her breath and had to keep herself from crawling over the bar. “You better be,” she said, shortly looking at his lips before she looked back up at his eyes. She winked at him before she got up from her stool. For a moment, she looked like someone who was going to spend the ten minutes somewhere else. She was quick to notice the other beings who seemed intimidated and yet hungry for whatever she could deliver. She didn’t even take a step away from the bar before she turned around to face him again. “I think you should make me one of those flaming Dr. Peppers,” she said and slid back on her stool. It would be a shame if he found one of the other dames more interesting than her, wouldn’t it? Not that it would matter, if he would rather waste his time with some gal with a sexually transmitted disease, he could do that. She was already thinking about when she was going to leave him. As soon as they were done, in the morning or maybe stay the day? It was a lot of things to consider, but maybe the act would help her make up her mind.

As he announced that her drink was on the way, she leaned forward, putting her elbow on the bar so she could rest her head in her hand. Her eyes followed his moves, and she couldn’t help but smile as he made mistakes. It was after all a fairly simple drink, but mistakes could be made anyway. The flaming shot and the beer were placed in front of her. For a moment she was too occupied by the blue flames to even notice that he wasn’t looking at her anymore. It was first when she heard his words that she looked up. Shit. She looked down at the shot and was quick to let the shot fall into the glass of beer, taking a mouthful of it immediately. She had wished to admire the fire for a moment before they had to leave, but she would clearly just have to get another one later. She grabbed her drink and was already following him before he got the chance to gesture her to follow him. With her drink in her hand, she followed him like she owned the place as if she knew every twist and turn of the staff room that led outside.

She was right behind him as he pulled his pack of cigarettes up. “You got time for that?” she hummed, taking a sip of her drink before she looked at him with a smirk. She walked closer to see how many he had if he had one for her too. As soon as she knew if he had enough, her green eyes looked up into his light blue eyes. They certainly stood close enough.

A soft, pleasing hum left the back of her throat as he replied. There was something about this, which could make the witch’s dusty heart beat for him. It was dangerous. He leaned down towards her, and now, she could feel her heart in her throat. Beating like crazy. “I think,” she could feel how their breaths cascaded over each other’s skin, mixing. “You might see the light at least once tonight,” she whispered to him, believing she would be ruling his world later. Make him feel like he was a part of another dimension, at least just for this one night. At least.

She lowered the arm with the drink while her eyes hovered over his lips for a moment. The tension between them was getting so thick that she almost believed it could end up being a barrier; that none of them took the step. She turned her head a little more up towards him, about to go for the first step, but it was certainly his lips that met hers. An excited, soft moan left her. For a second her brows raised, impressed with the passion he had. It had led to a moment of tension before she melted in his embrace. One arm swung behind his neck, making it easier for them to stay close, and help her for the few centimeters her heels didn’t give her. As he opened the door, she let go of the cocktail he had made her just a moment ago and followed him inside again. A joyous laugh left her, “Outside was too public for ya?” she teased him before she let her lips find his again, not really caring for his answer. Her hands greedily found his jacket and started to push it off him, keeping her lips on his as much as possible. “You are so overdressed. I feel hot, just looking at you,” she told him breathlessly.

A short gasp left her as she felt how his hand found her neck and she let him move her. Her smile grew slowly and widely. Oh, she liked this game, and surely, Michelle had no shame and of right now, if he set these rules she could follow for now. But he was wasting time like this, which only made her set higher expectations, now that he had said that he would only be able to give her a taste. His hands found the bottom of her dress and it was easily off her, showing her bare torso that left nothing to the imagination. On the other hand, she had tattoos over her body and a male name on her collarbone. A name that had changed almost as many times as she was old. “But now I’m freezing,” she whimpered, clearly playing a game they hadn’t talked about. Once again, her lips clashed with his, letting an excited gasp leave her. She was getting impatient. She once again tried to push his jacket off him, clearly thinking he was way too dressed compared to her.

The jacket got off and for a moment, she was tempted to put it on herself, just to take back the pedestal he had tried to push her off. She liked how his eyes wandered over her body, and even noticed how his eyes rested on the mate mark. Did the boy know what it meant? That fate believed that she should be with someone. That somebody was made for her to spend the rest of her life with. She would any time barf at that mark. She hated it and honestly wished to live without it. He pulled her in for another kiss, being shortly off guard, and made her take a few steps backward before she let her arms wrap around him placing her hands by his shoulder blades. For a second, she stopped them from backing which made them stand closer for a moment. Glued to each other. When she felt like he questioned her actions enough, she started pulling him with her toward the table, making her feel like she had control. As soon as her bare thighs hit the table, she moved one thigh at a time up on the table until she sat on it, trying to hold him down so their kiss didn’t break. It kept her from saying all kinds of things, she did however not have the best grip around him to keep him down.

She didn’t care if it seemed a little too slutty, but she happily increased the distance between her knees for him. Without even looking she could feel how he worked with his pants. One hand glided down his back and she started to try and pull his pants, and if possible, his boxers down. The other found down between her legs, preparing what hadn’t already been prepared, even though it was a little difficult to hold her balance. Even though nothing really had been going on, she felt like they had begun the foreplay the second she placed her first order. She was honestly impressed that he was willing to do this in his break. Not that much that it was his break, but more that it was at his work. It told something about him. Possibly many things, many theories. Either, he was really desperate for anything, he usually did this, or just really wanted this. She broke their kiss shortly, “On your knees,” she told him, even though what they were about to do was something she craved too. Odd, how she could crave a man so much when she hadn’t been with him before. It was almost like there was a pull between them, but as of right now, she didn’t let her fear of commitment run over her. She was too busy with him.

She got him out of his clothes, and she had to discard the idea of preparing herself more, just to keep her balance. She opened her mouth a little, letting a wide smile spread on her lips as he told her the classic reply. It made the wheels turn for a moment, and he easily moved his head closer to hers. An amused chuckle left her as he told her how he wasn’t going to follow every command. “Maybe I did,” she whispered against his lips. “But honey,” she said and pushed him a little away, with her hand on his chest. Not far, but enough for her to see him fully. “I’m not going to make you,” she started her reply, “You would clearly like it too much,” she teased. Who knew, maybe it would make him brat up and do what he had asked her to, or he would go for the goal he had made himself. She would be happy no matter what. It was a win-win.

Oh yes. She wasn’t going to give up too easily even though their time was running low, but he already seemed to be promising her the night, which was something she needed. It would be much easier than going to a hotel. The confusion in his eyes even made everything much better. He wanted to compromise and got down on one knee. She could live with that. The broad, crooked smirk stayed on her lips as she watched him. Her smile was her greatest approval, and if she had to be honest, he had made her smile quite a lot the last half an hour. “It was only a taste, right?” she teased, reminding him that he was still at work. She had this feeling that he had forgotten and wanted to go all-in already.
Her hands found the table to support her. Her breathing slowed as his hands found her leg and a small gasp left her as his lips found her thigh. His lips and kisses were so soft, and yet she could feel how he wished to take some power from her. It was funny because even though she was bossy and liked being in control, she loved these fights of dominance. On the other hand, she certainly didn't mind being the one who had a hand around her throat; she liked being the bottom in a relationship. 'A bottom with top energy'. One hand found its way into his hair. Her red painted nails disappeared in his hair. Her finger easily told him how much she liked it if her breathing, hums, and gasps weren't enough for him. The further up her thigh he got the more she held her breath. “Ty mne nravish'sya*” she whispered to him with a rusty accent. It had been a couple of years since she had learned Russian, and it was only bits and pieces she remembered, but she was quite certain that her words were correct. The small game they had played had already convinced her to go with him home and get the whole experience.


*I like you

Her brows raised as he asked if she was getting shy. He had been the one who wanted to go inside, she was the one who was almost fully undressed. “Shy?” she laughed, thinking he was starting to be comical. “If that’s the impression you got, you’re all wrong,” she said in a teasing tone.

She threw her head back as his lips traveled up her thighs, still with her hand in his hair, caressing him, complimenting him. As soon as he could feel that he stopped she looked back at him, feeling how her hand followed his head up. She was about to ask him what he thought he was doing when he spoke in his native language. Oh, how she would curse time. However, as he shortly pressed his lips towards hers, she closed her eyes, reciprocating it. She slowly opened her eyes as he asked her the question that he might have had running around in his head all night. She let her finger circle around a lock of hair, “That depends when your shift ends,” she spoke softly. There was quite the difference if she had to wait two hours or six. On the other hand, she could find lots of company while he continued with his shift. She might even tease him from afar. It seemed like he was a greedy man who didn’t wish to share. “And get me my dress before you leave,” she demanded. She wasn't going to look like some kind of hooker who wandered around naked in the staff room trying to find her clothing.