Post by Alec Ryan Sutton on Jun 19, 2016 12:00:38 GMT -8
Alec R Sutton: The drive to Rome took a little more than an hour, and in order to not have to be on the road afterward, Alec had driven them there early, and got them a hotel room. With a bit of persuasion, he managed to book the Napoleon suite at the Rome Cavalieri. Renting a car had not been necessary; Alec drove Alex's Ferrari GTC which was garaged at the castle in Giove. They'd had a few hours before the party and now it was time to head for the party.
Sawyer E Monroe: So this is what it felt like to step through the looking glass, Alice. Though she had considerable funds through...work... she never overly flaunted it with things. Yet for tonight, she had. An Italian designer had the dress custom made for a hefty sum and those shoes were something she stared at with loving gaze for quite a while. Once in a lifetime, that's what this felt like to her and by gods, she was going to enjoy it! Subtle make up save for those blood red lips, blonde hair carefully styled. Exhaling away the stammer of nerves, she'd make her way to the sitting area of that suite to see if Alec was dying of impatience in waiting for her to be ready. Hands smoothing over the thigh area of the dress, looking down to the hem before blue eyes lifted. "Okay, I’m finally ready" –d
Alec R Sutton: When Sawyer walked out to the living room, Alec simply stared at her. To say she was stunning was an understatement. His eyes roamed over her slowly, and then that panty dropping smile appeared. "I am going to break someone's neck before the night is over." He smirked. "or they'll do it themselves, getting whiplash." He stepped toward her, his hands cupping her face as he regarded her. "You are gorgeous."
Sawyer E Monroe: Well look at that, she still had the ability to blush. Partly because of the way he looked at her, and the rest was, well, Alec; in a tux. Her breath held for a moment as he smiled and his words had her own grin surfacing and a laugh escaping. "I'm thinking that once you get into the party I won't be able to see you through the swarm of women" Her hands lifted, resting on the lapels of his jacket. Blue eyes softened, as did the tone of her voice "Thank you...you look amazing" Rocking in slightly, not having to tip up due to those killer heels, she brushed her lips to his. "I'm glad you came with me" –d
Alec R Sutton: The brush of her lips was returned, and then he tipped her head down as he lifted his lips to drop a kiss to her forehead. "So am I." He smiled. "And if we don't leave now, our clothes are going to be on the floor and we won't get out of the room for days." Alec dropped another kiss to her forehead, simply because if he kissed her lips again, she'd have to redo her makeup, and her clothes. Stepping back he picked up her wrap and then draped it over her shoulders, before he offered his arm out to her. "Shall we?"
Sawyer E Monroe: She just wanted to sink her teeth into his lower lip and drag him to one of those fancy shmancy chairs. Ugh. This man was hell on her hormones. As her head dipped for that kiss her smile grew, mirth in her eyes as she looked to him playfully. "While I wore this dress with the sole intention of driving you crazy, I do actually want to build a little anticipation.” A chuckle in her words as he gave that second forehead kiss. Smoothing his lapel before she half turned, accepting the wrap draping. Slender arm tucked in his "Indeed we shall. And I am going to suppress my inner American and resist the urge to take pictures of everything. " –d
Alec R Sutton: "Oh trust me. By the time we get back, I will be ripping that gown off of you." He smiled at her, and chuckled as he led her toward the door. "I'm going to hold you to that and I am going to have to find a quiet alcove somewhere, to muss up that perfect hair of yours." Stepping from the room, he made certain he had the key before closing the door behind them and then he was walking her to the elevator.
Sawyer E Monroe: His chuckle had her cutting blues over to him, that grin merciless in mischief. "Mmm, is that so? Careful, I might have to retaliate and when I want something - I don't fight fair" A hint of laughter in her tone, pressing the elevator button just to press in against him, whispering in mock conspiracy "Like the fact the only thing I put on under this dress is perfume...that sort of thing" Ding! Hearing that elevator noise, she'd smirk and move to face it again to board that box to head down. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Ooh." He gave that pained and yet amused expression; hand over his heart as he guided her into the car with his other hand at the small of her back, "Tease." Smirking, he stepped in after her and pressed the button for the lobby. He kept his arm around her, hand resting at her hip as the car began its descent. "I'll start at your toes, and work my way up."
Sawyer E Monroe: His expression had her smile lit up like the sparkles on those Jimmy Choo shoes. "Mmhmm, oh I've yet to tease you, Mister Sutton" The mini threat fairly purred as she cozied against his side His taunting words, however, had her pulse kicking up just a bit. Sweet as honey, she rested her cheek against him, looking up at him with an expression of adoration. "Ooh... with that much of a head start, I'll have so much time to tell you the many ways I want to torment you... write a sonnet along your flesh with only my mouth..." She had a moment of just a smile before adding, "An Ode to Alec." –d
Alec R Sutton: "I'll hold you to that." He nodded as the doors opened and he guided her out of the elevator and through the lobby. Heads turned, watching them as they made the journey from the elevator bank to the doors. Once out on the walk, the valet brought the car around, and the keys were handed off to Alec as he pulled the car door open for Sawyer.
Sawyer E Monroe: It was an interesting feeling, so many eyes on them. Though she was fairly certain Alec must be used to the phenomenon. Or maybe she just thought that because her head turned whenever he was near. Contemplating that, she teased impishly. "Keep up that gung ho spirit and you will adore me with a paint brush" Carefully lifting the hem of the dress with one hand, the other in his grasp as she settled into the car. Well hell, now her mind was officially swimming in the gutter. At least the waters were warm. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Or feathers." Smirking, he closed the car door once she was in and settled, and then he rounded it, sliding in behind the wheel. Starting the car up, he pulled away, heading for the villa. "I'm glad we made the trip; the only thing better than seeing you in that dress will be seeing you out of it." He touched her hand, and then lifted it to his lips, kissing her fingers. As for the gutter, well, Alec's mind pretty much lived there.
Sawyer E Monroe: "Mmm feathers" She spoke the words as if naming off her favorite desert, which, well, was him so that might be true! Content in that amazing car she smiled softly as her hand fit into his. Alec's words and the feel of that kiss brought a feline quality to the curve of her lips. "Nothing but smeared lipstick and sparkly heels?" A soft laugh tainted her words, thumb brushing against the curve of his fingers. "I have this twisted desire to know what those very expensive buttons sound like pinging against the wall. Funny...the sound of ripping fabric instantly makes me just a bit wet thinking about you" A bite to her lower lip before a 'tsk'." I’m spoiled. "-d
Alec R Sutton: "I can smell you." He glanced over at her, his eyes raking over her before he looked back at the road. "This could be a very long night. Or a very hot one as we sneak away every now and then." Smirking, he glanced back at her and then made the turn into the long sweeping drive of the villa. "I'm sure I can find a wall somewhere to pin you against and have my way with you." Pulling up, he leaned over and dropped a kiss to her lips, before pulling the car door open and stepping out.
Sawyer E Monroe: Well there was a quick way to make her knees feel like putty! Just those four words had a stifled groan in the back of her throat. "Better not let me dance too close to anyone, I might start biting on them trying to get to the main course." Good Lord it was hot in here already and she was just now savoring that kiss. Murmuring as he moved around to collect her, knowing full well he could hear her. "Walls are good, stairwells; doorways. I’m sure the pantry is roomy," Brat. Once he moved to her, she was more than thrilled to have her hand in his again. "And here I left that gag back at the hotel" Smirk. –d
Alec R Sutton: That smile kicked up a notch as he rounded the car, because yes, he could hear her. With the door open, he held his hand out for hers to help her out of the car. Once she rose from the vehicle, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and then headed merged in with the crowd filing into the place. "What's my safe word?"
Sawyer E Monroe: He mentioned safe word and her laughter was nothing short of delighted. Tucked against him, the fairly glowing golden girl against the broodingly handsome dark demigod in a tux was quite the sight. "I can never remember. Is it 'apple'...or 'more'? " Grinning, she cast him a wink, whispering softly "If you dare hold back, I will torture you all my short days" Rawr. –d
Alec R Sutton: "I don't hold back..." the words were given in a whisper against her ear as they made their way inside, the meet and greet with those throwing the party taking his taking his attention momentarily, though the woman at his side was an undeniable presence. "Ah, yes: Apple."
Sawyer E Monroe: She was Southern; she could smile through the apocalypse and have people talking about homemade pie if she put her mind to it, which was the sort of determination she needed to focus on anyone other than him for now. That sensual slink of step, the way that shimmering gold hugged across her curves, nothing about that dress gave the indication she didn't want the attention coming their way. She hadn't quite planned on that, but still she smiled, charmed, and even laughingly attempted coaxing attempts from another to return a greeting in Italian; the accent? It was still Southern-fried-fabulous. Between congenial conversation, she tipped her head toward Alec, whispering softly "You're the most handsome man in the room," –d
Alec R Sutton: That self-assured smile was given as she whispered, and he replied with a whisper near her ear. "And you are the hottest woman in the room. The ice sculptures are in danger. You should steer clear of them. The fountain may boil over." He dropped a kiss to her cheek and then he plucked a couple of glasses from a passing tray, one offered out to her. "You know, I don't know any of these people, and I really don't care to." He whispered it as he looked around at the elegantly dressed crowd.
Sawyer E Monroe: A hum of laughter bubbled quietly as his whisper tickled against her ear. Lashes dipping low as she cut her gaze to him with that cheek kiss. "If I destroy the ice, I will blame you. Everyone knows a woman gets hotter as the dirty thoughts marinate... which are there because of you," Sawyer logic. Plucking the glass from his hand, she took a sip. As the flute of bubbly lowered, she smiled over at him. "They're lovely I’m sure... and probably fascinating… pity none of them or you or they might hold my attention." Free hand lightly laid to his bicep, leaning against him slightly as she whispered. "Though I could go talk to someone that looks important… say something horribly pervy in Italian and pretend it's a mistake. That could be fun" –d
Alec R Sutton: "That would actually be hilarious." He nodded as he chuckled and then he lifted his glass and sipped his bubbly. "When we leave here, we should go skinny dipping in Trevi Fountain." He smirked as he looked back at her, over her, as if imaging what she'd look like, with that dress clinging even more to her body, diamonds of water droplets clinging to her hair. He shook the image away. "Oh, we're so not making it through the night without slipping away to find some privacy."
Sawyer E Monroe: She grinned, savoring the flavor of that champagne as the taste swallowed. A gentleman from some turban wearing country seemed to be looking their way, so she gave him a naughty wink if nothing else but to amuse her. The suggestion to skinny dip had her looking to him, blue eyes lit with mirth. Leaning in and brushing a kiss to his cheek. Whatever he was thinking, that look on his face was yummy! With her lips by his jaw, a little purr of want vibrated in her throat before she straightened, moving the glass to her lips again. "Skinny dipping it is...first though...which way do you think is the pantry?" That smile was NOT innocent. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Hmm." He glanced around, and then pointed to one of the servers carrying a tray. "One sure way to find out..." Smirking, he guided her into the wake of said server, following the tray of hor d'oeuvres. "Follow the help."
Sawyer E Monroe: Servers - brilliant! "Now see, why didn't I think of that" His touch guiding her to follow along behind the server, a shimmery golden temptress that might've looked like she was stalking those mini shrimp things, but that hungry look was turned over her shoulder to Alec, mouthing the words to him "Slowest. Walker. Ever." Yeah, yeah, maybe it was just her impatience? None the less the server led them out of the main room, and Sawyer paused just in that near-empty hallway until she saw the server darting into the kitchen through the side. A soft bubble of laughter and those sparkly Jimmy Choos hurried to the door and peeked in, pushing the door slightly ajar. "Ok...ugh, gross, Kale. " A little wave of excitement with one hand "I see it" And woosh, she slinked right on through and hustled past a tall metal shelf holding the next round of trays going out. Just past that and into the pantry! –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec was smirking as he followed her, watching her, and her ass, and her legs, and yes, those kitten heels as well, as they made their way into the kitchen. He plucked a tidbit from an outgoing tray and popped it into his mouth, and when she stepped into the pantry, he slid in behind her, closing the door, and leaning against it to keep anyone from entering. Kitchen help didn't need in the pantry, right? Right! At least not at the moment, his hands reached out and caught her hips, drawing her back to him as he gave that panty dropping smile. "There are far better things to eat in this room."
Sawyer E Monroe: The cut and design of that dress was absolutely intended for someone to ..ok, well for Alec to have his eyes gravitate South. For a split second when she tippy toed into that pantry she was in awe. It was huge for a pantry! And so friggin’ organized! That is until his hands caught her hips and laughter surfaced, stepping back until she was flush against him. A slow grin curled on her lips, tipping back her head and tilting it slightly to catch that smile of his. "Mmmm, I agree.” She lifted a hand up to sink into his hair at the back of his head, whispering softly. "I think this might be my second favorite place in the world.” –d
Alec R Sutton: "Better than Disney Land." he smiled, his lips moving along her shoulder and up the column of her throat to her ear. Her ear lobe was given a light nip and suckle as his hands slid over her, teasing lightly at the swell of her breasts above the bodice of her gown, and trailing down along her curves, drawing her hips back against him in closer press.
Sawyer E Monroe: Lashes fluttered low, eyes closing at the tease to her ear, pulse already skipping up into a faster beat from having him so close. A slow arch of spine tipped her hips back, undulating slowly to press and taunt him with the rock and sway. "Definitely won't be singing it’s a small world" Smirk. A little purr in her throat as she just enjoyed the teasing. –d
Alec R Sutton: That had him chuckling, a shake of his head given as his fingers walked the skirt of her gown up her legs, "Lucky us." His hands continued to work the hem of her skirt upward, but that still left his own clothes between them and he paused, one hand slipping between them, working his belt and fly open, before he tugged her dress up over her hips.
Sawyer E Monroe: . "Oh God..." Lashes parting, head resting back against him as she peeked at him through the veil of blonde tumbling in her face. Ah, those blood tainted lips of his, just erotic enough a sight that she shivered.
Alec R Sutton: Eventually he lifted his head and smiled at her, fingertips caressing her face, brushing her hair back. "Hmm, now there's a look that is damned good on you." Dropping a kiss to the end of her nose, he then nuzzled her face, before his lips caressed hers lightly once more.
Sawyer E Monroe: His hand on her face, she held her breath briefly as she looked up to him. A soft sound of utter want passing her lips just before clashing with his. The taste of him, blood and champagne, it was a rich flavor she seemed hell bent having more of the way her tongue swept and stroked his. Basking, that's what the hell it was and she was doing so shamelessly. A little nip to his upper lip as the kiss parted. Grinning, laughing faintly as he pushed her hair from her face, lifting her hand, the back of her knuckles gently brushing along that strong jaw of his. "Oohh, good to know freshly fucked works for me" Ah but that teasing tone softened into a little purr with the gentle kiss. A gentle hiss of breath, easing forward and regretting the loss of him inside her. But, turning to him and slinking her arms around him was worth it. A playful bite to his chin soothed by a kiss before whispering softly. "You look good on me. I’m the luckiest girl at this place" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Freshly fucked, about to be fucked, being fucked. My favorite looks on you." He smiled that lopsided, satisfied grin, and then slipped her shoulder strap back up onto her shoulder, and yes... He slid his hand into the gown to adjust her breasts. Not because they necessarily needed it, but because he wanted to. "I look good in you. Feel good in you." He leaned in, and dropped another tender kiss to her lips, before he zipped her up, hands making sure that he didn't catch skin, even if he couldn't see what he was doing behind her back. "We're going to have to give up the pantry. Sooner or later the help is going to want in."
Sawyer E Monroe: "I should have at least done horrible things with my mouth. That way when I kiss these European cheeks you'd get a little smirk...I so love that smirk," Laughing softly, she had to get into her shoes again before stepping out with him, a run of fingers through her hair, grinning at his comment on their future date odds. "I'd get paranoid you were bored with me if we actually managed that." Grinning at him as she led the way back into the party, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow not even bothered at the staff peeking at them in passing. "So, tell me Alec, if every man is jealous and all the women green with envy, how do we maximize this for our entertainment?" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Oh, I think a little display here and there. Subtle, mind you, just hint of a caress here, a lean there and a complete undressing with the eyes." He nodded. "Of course that may end with me bending you over a table, and fucking you until the flower arrangements hit the floor but..." he shrugged, ”When in Rome."
Sawyer E Monroe: She almost burst into laughter with his Rome comment, biting on her lower lip to stifle it. Plucking a passing glass of champagne she whispered to the server "So parched" Letting go of Alec's arm to take two glasses; a wink to the woman before looking to Alec and offering him the glass. "These flower arrangements are lovely... not quite as lovely as being fucked by you, so I could stand the loss of one" Lifting the glass for a sip, looking out over the crowd again as she whispered to him. "Think they'd join in or kick us out?" Was she seriously contemplating it?! Ah, he was such a bad influence on the blonde! Bwahaha-d
Alec R Sutton: "We'd likely end up in jail, even though secretly they'd be cheering us on. Kind of like that scene in Crank, when Jason Statham fucks his girlfriend on a side walk, in broad daylight." He took the glass and smirked, hiding the most of the devilish smile behind the glass as he sipped.
Sawyer E Monroe: A little nose crinkle of dislike "I’m not sure I'd fare well in a foreign jail. ...with no panties" But she was soon grinning, taking a drink from that flute, walking at the snails pace for 'mingling' purposes, despite the fact she was staying beside him and not mingling at all. "Though now I'm going to have to watch that movie. We could try that for a sex free date" Musing on that because, well...it was an interesting thought. –d
Alec R Sutton: "I don't recommend jail, and I'm pretty sure my father fucked me over on my last arrest..." He glanced at her. "Probably to appease the uptight father of the cheerleader he caught giving me a blow job. And had I been a little more up to speed on the laws of Florida at the time, I would have realized that sixteen is legal age in the state, but I was too busy being caught between my parents argument over whether or not anything was going to be done to correct the situation. All those years I was supposedly on probation, while being forced into a college education were I have no doubt now, just a fabrication to make me 'snap out' of my behavior." He shrugged. "Does explain why I never had to register as a sex offender."
Sawyer E Monroe: She shook her head slightly "I'll never understand the manipulations of people, especially people that are supposed to be on your side. I think that's my biggest pet peeve is people not having the balls to just be honest with their intentions and trying to manipulate all things to get what they want." She looked over at him and smirked a bit. “But hell, on this topic, I'm completely biased in your favor. I mean I was a virgin for....well, long past sixteen. But they didn't have guys like you hanging around, either" –d
Alec R Sutton: "My father's a dick." Alec shrugged. He gave up trying to figure his old man out, long ago. When she mentioned how long she'd retained her virginity, Alec chuckled. "If I had been around when you were sixteen, I would have not let that condition continue unchecked." He finished off his glass and set it on the tray of a passing server.
Sawyer E Monroe: "Yes well, I salute him for his creation of you, but everything else I've come to learn of him is absolutely unappealing." She finished off the glass and actually a bit of color rose up in her cheeks. Lips parted, but she thought better of it and looked at the passing server, taking one of those shrimp concoctions. Her glass set aside as she took a bite, playfully giving him a bit of a hip bump. "You were around precisely when I could appreciate your... talents" A grin on her lips before popping the rest of the ridiculously miniature food into her mouth. –d
Alec R Sutton: "I keep wondering if I'm not the result of an indiscretion of my mother's. Or maybe it's that I hope..." He shrugged. "I would seriously love for the fucker to try and 'cut me off' again, which he pretty much did, while I was on 'probation'. Kept my trust from me for the duration until I graduated, but shortly after college I ended up making enough to not need it so..." Again, that shoulder rose and fell. When she gave him that hip bump and flirty look, he grinned. "I'm glad I met you when I did." As much because of the fact that he steered clear of virgins as the fact that the timing just seemed right. "And I must say, if there's a pair of male eyes not glued to you tonight, it's because the owner of them is gay."
Sawyer E Monroe: "I was so young when mine died I still had the hero worship of him in my head. He was still bedtime stories and misadventures, not quite old enough to know he was a disaster of a person. He tried though, I do know that. And I’m no better than he was, my vices are just different. Then again, I'm not trying to balance my vices with parenthood. And while your father… or… Mother's husband as the case may be… might have fucked you over. It's good to know you have what it takes to tell him to fuck off" His remark about meeting her when he did, well there was just a mischievous look in her eyes. Leaning in, brushing a kiss to his lips. "They only want what they can't have. And I'm probably the only unattainable woman in here, simply because I'm going to bed with you." –d
Alec R Sutton: "I never had that. My father was always pushing me; from as far back as I can remember. Do more, be better, walk straighter, stand taller. Breathe..." Alec shook his head, but then she was brushing a kiss to his lips and he smiled, the scowl melting away and the smile returning and he waggled his brows at her with her last comment, "If we make it that far."
Sawyer E Monroe: "Your father is a very unfortunate man," Her words were soft, her hands moving to his, she maneuvered them for one to be on her hip, the other out to hold her own before she draped her free arm up at his shoulder and her hand at his nape. Dancing...ish...an excuse to move with him, against him, with the benefit of music somewhere in the room. His brow still held that touch of brooding, but his smile returned and the playful charm surfaced for her. Nails lightly stroked at his nape, smiling softly "I'm sure I could send Freud on a happy jaunt with the issues I have, and you could probably have him pulling his hair out in frustration. But...the thing is, even with all my messed up headspace...I’m happy right now. " –d
Alec R Sutton: With his right hand resting at the small of her back and the other joining hers, he smiled and lead her into the dance. "I'm glad. It would suck big time if you were having a bad time." He chuckled, and then dropped a kiss to her lips. "As for my father, he's reaping what he's sown. He's successfully pushed me away and it's his loss. When I'm home in Miami, I visit mother when he's not around, which isn't difficult."
Sawyer E Monroe: They did look striking, she supposed, the two of them dancing with a careless ease, obviously having enough of a good time between them. His comment had her laughing softly with him, savoring that kiss. "I can't imagine anyone not loving every moment of this: Second happiest place on earth." Her grin softened a bit, a touch of sadness that his father was such a douche that he was completely absent from his son's life. "It's really hard for me to imagine a father like that. I suppose it shouldn't be - considering my mother walked out so easily. Not that she's missed much; I didn't exactly follow the home town life path of everyone else. Still... one day in about ohh... a hundred years, you'll be dancing with a scandalously beautiful redhead." Whispering with a mischievous wink, "Sorry, in my fantasies, I’m not giving you a blonde. Mm, ah, yes, but you'll be dancing and seeing what that man, your father, can never touch. Your freedom of him...completely. It'll be just a singular chapter in your life… not the whole book." -d
Alec R Sutton: "Well, I'm sure he can just piss up a rope now, where I'm concerned." He smiled as he swept her around the floor. "He has no hold over me or what I do." He gave her that half grin as he spun her about in a tight circle. "As for scandalously beautiful red head... I have no idea where she is at the moment but I'm sure she keeps tabs on me just to make certain I don't go off and eat a sorority, or small town." He chuckled. Though, in truth, eating a sorority didn't sound half bad, so long as he could play with his food. Regarding her for a long moment, Alec finally spoke again. "Have you ever thought about it? Since you've become aware of all this..." he gestured about with his index finger, encompassing the room, but the gesture was meant in the broader scope. "About what your life would be like if you were turned?"
Sawyer E Monroe: The shimmer of that gold dress winked and sparkled with the play of the light as he spun her around, the whirl causing her laughter to escape, head tipped back to enjoy it. Still grinning as she lifted her head. "She's missing a hellova party, but I’m thrilled to not share you for just a little bit" It wasn't wrong to be greedy now and then, was it? A slight nibble on her lower lip, looking down with a quiet laugh, then to the left where people stood off to the side in conversation before looking to him again. "Not everyday...but.. often, I do think about it. Actually, I think more on...what my life would be like if I don't. It's more intimidating than the thought of turning, to tell you the truth." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Really?" One brow rose as he continued to regard her. "How so?" It wasn't like he'd had the option of knowing and being on the outside, looking in, as Sawyer was currently doing. His introduction to the realm was his turning, though he could see it as a possibility, that sense of being isolated on the outside.
Sawyer E Monroe: A slight frown on her brow at first, but it smoothed into that bit of passing sadness as one might have in thinking of a future that they are not at all fond of. "Well...even if you can stay in Seattle for another fifteen years, within twenty you'll have to create another identity of some sort. Victoria as well. And unless I follow you about, that means saying goodbye. And even if I do go, eventually people will think I'm your creepy aging, senile aunt. Eventually, I have to either say goodbye and wonder where you all are in life, or I have to get so old that seeing you hurts. And I honestly don't know which is worse" Nope, not going to even acknowledge the bit of a shimmer in those blue eyes, just going to look at a point on the wall just over his shoulder. "I know I sound ridiculous, probably morbid, but I weighed the cost of my friendships before I let myself fall too deeply. If it was worth it or not" –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec knew that. Knew it from Jesse. From Alex. From Edward. Hell even Victoria, and yet, it hadn't really sunk in until that moment and as he regarded her, his feet stopped moving, and he stared at her, knowing he'd lose her, either to old age or having to walk away. His parents he expected to lose, hell even Cam, he'd not seen in ages, he'd more or less expected to lose her long before now. It seemed every time she showed up, she was worse for wear, some battle, some new scar, some abuse heaped on her that eventually would be the one she didn't walk away from. But now, it hit home. Friends like Sawyer, his cousin, Ryan... he would lose them, forever. And with that realization, Alec was taking her by the hand and heading for the door, party be damned. Out the door and down the stairs, Alec headed for the valet, the ticket for his car... Alex's car, offered out to the man, and then he was turning to look at Sawyer. "That's not going to happen."
Sawyer E Monroe: She looked at him, feeling that stiffening in his shoulders like she mentioned condoms or being out of whiskey. But the look on his face...well, she felt like she kicked a puppy or something. She didn't know what she could say to comfort him 'don't worry, Alzheimer’s will probably make me fun at the retirement home, so don't stress?' Yeah, no, not going to heap that on it. And...moving, they were done with dancing apparently, because she was hand in his and with her free hand she was holding up the hem of that dress so she wouldn't trip over it on her way down the stairs. Still, quiet, letting him lead, though she gave the valet a smile before he left and Alec was once again her focus. "Wh...Are ..How.. Ok, I’m a little champagney, soo...clarify which part of what isn't happening, please" –d
Alec R Sutton: "I'm not going to watch you grow old and waste away." He cupped her face with his free hand, his eyes on hers. "I'm not going to let that happen." The valet came back with the car, and Alec stepped back, tipped the man and then pulled the door open for Sawyer so she could settle into the car.
Sawyer E Monroe: She refused to react until she knew exactly what he meant, hell… he could've freaked out and decided to take her ass home to sort through his thoughts! But he was looking to her and she smiled softly, lifting a hand to cover his at her cheek. The valet was returning, so the kiss she gave him was warm, but brief. "Alright...then we'll fix it" Smiling softly before they stepped apart. A murmur of thanks as she slipped in to the car, making sure the dress was all in before the door closed. –d
Alec R Sutton: There was only one way to fix it, as far as Alec knew and he was hell bent on fixing it. He slid behind the wheel and pointed the car down the drive. He maneuvered through traffic with a speed and efficiency that only someone with highly superior visual acuity and hand eye co-ordination could manage. The time it took them to get back to the hotel was only a fraction of that which it took them to get to the party to begin with. Pulling up in front of the hotel, Alec stepped out, took the ticket from the valet and was rounding the car as Sawyer's door was being opened by the doorman to help her out. He cut the man off, reaching for her hand himself, though the man did get a nod of thanks and both he and the valet would be tipped.
Sawyer E Monroe: A part of her hadn't wanted to give him the answer because there was always that chance he would distance himself to spare the eventuality. But while she might not talk about her every thought or feeling, she'd never lie to him when he asked her a question. The ride to the hotel was one of those times that she just had to close her eyes and pretend there was no other car on the road… because while she knew he was in control it still looked like something out of a fast and furious movie! She actually enjoyed the ride, but Sawyer's just not normal. None the less, as they slowed, she smiled a bit that they reached their destination. That smile grew just a bit more with Alec butting into the space with his hand out. Which she happily accepted and rose from that luxurious car. And at least he was civil to the gentlemen; Sawyer's focus was on Alec, moving with him toward the door. "It's not really fair...you get broody and intense and look like a sex machine. If I get that look, I have bitch face. " Just a flirty tease to hopefully ease his tension a bit. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec cracked up at that as he led her inside and for the bank of elevators. "I happen to like your bitch face. It's almost as erotic as your, I was just fucked face." He didn't much care about the elderly couple stepping out of the elevator car as he said it, though he did give a smile to their scandalized expressions, as he guided Sawyer into the car. Punching the number of their floor, he stood there, arm around her waist as the doors closed and the elevator rose smoothly. He glanced at her, and smiled, trying to ease any tension he may have instilled in her. He had things to do, the least of which, though no less important, was shopping. He was going to have to find her a piece she was comfortable with wearing, 24/7.
Sawyer E Monroe: She was laughing along with him "Oh do you? I wonder if we should have angry sex sometime then, just to combine the looks" She gave a wink to that elderly couple, slinking her sparkly self into the elevator. She was, remarkably, not tense at all. Granted she wasn't thinking so much about the whole 'dead' thing as she was the aftermath, the ability to set aside a few fears in one fell swoop. Sliding her arm around his waist beneath his jacket she could fit up against him, leaning in to brush a kiss to his lips to try and let him see that she was quite alright. –d
Alec R Sutton: Smiling, Alec dropped a kiss to her temple, just as the doors slid open on their floor. Guiding her out and down the hall, he pulled the key card and got them into the room. "Do you want a drink?" He stripped his jacket off as they stepped into the living room, and laid it over the back of a chair, and then he was tugging on that bow tie, undoing the knot and slipping it free of his collar.
Sawyer E Monroe: Ah see, he was starting to let that smile come back, much to her delight. Her eyes closed briefly at that kiss to her temple, though back to focusing once they arrived. A little sound of purred delight once they were in. "I would love a drink and I am sooo happy to be out of these shoes. " Of course after she leaned over and pulled them off she made a kissy face at the sparkling Choo's "So lovely, yet so much better when they are off" Oh those heels would be cherished from afar, letting them perch in one of the chairs. She couldn't help but watch him stripping free of that tie, moving toward him, just… shorter now! –d
Alec R Sutton: They were damned near the same height, and Alec's eyes were on hers as she moved toward him, the cufflinks removed from his cuffs and dropped to the table before he started unbuttoning his shirt. "I seem to recall you mentioning doing something naughty with your mouth..." He gave her that half twist of a smile as his eyes roamed over her, and then he was sitting down to unlace his shoes and toss them aside.
Sawyer E Monroe: "Sonnets, wasn't it?" She teased with faulty memory and that look of struggling to recall didn't last long with her laughter soon behind it. Hands behind herself, she managed to get hold of the zipper and pull it down. First it gaped away from her as she unfastened it, but soon, she was letting that expensive dress puddle to the floor; stepping out of that golden pool to move near him, her hands on the arms of the chair as she lowered to kneel in front of him. Blue eyes watched him, a look of amusement oh her features as she began unfastening his belt buckle. "Though, you may not be a fan of poetry… I've never asked, I suppose" -d
Alec R Sutton: Alec watched her every move as she removed that dress, his own hands joining hers working at his trousers, hips lifting to help her slip them down over his hips. Then he was unbuttoning his shirt. "Anything from your tongue is going to be poetic." Leaning forward, into her, he stripped his shirt off, and tossed it aside, before leaning back once more, his hand lifting to cup her face. "What's your favorite color?"
Sawyer E Monroe: She was only so patient as she had to be, meaning she wanted him NOW, but managed to contain herself while getting him free of pesky clothes. A bit of a laugh was given at his charming remark, kissing, nipping his chest playfully when he leaned forward, and her hands skimming along his thighs. "Blue...yours?" Her free hand gave his knee a bit of a push to part his thighs and make a bit more room for her between them. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Blu...uhhhh." His head went back and his legs parted with that prodding of her hand. Alec leveled a heated gaze on her as she rested between his thighs and his hand slid into her hair, fingers tightening in the blond mass and holding it out of both his view and her way.