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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 1:29:32 GMT
Tripp didn't often make it a habit to leave any sort of function with a woman that he had just met, particularly when it was a function at his alma mater. If he had any plans to invite a woman back to his hotel after such an event, she was probably also his date for the evening. He had never had any particular intentions of spending much of his time at the start of school mixer, though after the long drive to get to Ithaca, he had opted to get a hotel room for the evening. It had the added benefit that had he been able to make any additional business connections, he wouldn't have had to worry about rushing out before the conversation had been completed. The trouble with his chosen career path, he admitted, was that when you managed the stocks, bonds, and other assets of your peers, the conversations never seemed to end quickly. He had been able to escape earlier than he had hoped thanks to the beautiful brunette woman that he had met. The fact that she had given him nothing but her first name to go on had not only intrigued him, but it had amused him as well, enough that it had made him want to continue to get to know her. Added to the fact that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her naked, he had charmed her into leaving with him before the entire event had become too dull for him.
After exchanging pleasantries and obvious flirtations on the town car ride over to the hotel, he had been happy to finally get her into a much more personal space. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered, shrugging out of his jacket and setting it on top of one of the chairs in the small suite.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 1:51:40 GMT
Melanie had been less than thrilled about going to Ithaca. In all honesty she'd only gone because Brody had asked her and there had been nothing else on her social calendar. Still, she seemed much more happy with her decision upon meeting Tripp VanderMill.
Tripp was handsome, charming, and Melanie would have been lying if she tried to say that she hadn't been hoping he'd try to get her alone when she first laid eyes on him. Now, in his hotel suite, she smiled at him and nodded. "A drink would be nice," she replied. Melanie would have been more than content to skip the rest of the pleasantries. But she didn't mind the teasing exchange between the two. She glanced around his hotel room, making herself comfortable. Considering she lived in a hotel, she couldn't help but find something about them familiar. She was pretty sure she had the same lamp in her living room. "So did you like Cornell?" She asked even as she continued to look around the room, turning to smile at him. "I didn't finish college," she informed him. "There were too many rules and I never intended to put any of those classes to use, you know? Anything I need to know, I wasn't going to learn in Psych 101."
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 2:22:04 GMT
He nodded, making his way over to the small bar set up and retrieving them each a drink. Walking over to her and offering her the glass, he smiled back at her. "I hope vodka is okay, obviously hotels in Ithaca aren't quite up to par with those in the city." Tripp had to admit that he felt some small urge to try and impress her in some way, though he brushed that feeling off quickly when he reminded himself that there were a lot of other things that he could use to impress her other than a hotel room in the middle of what fundamentally equated to nowhere. His company for one, and what was sure to follow in the bedroom for another. He was not a particularly humble man, he knew. Though he couldn't say that it had ever necessarily caused problems for him, and now he was using that to his advantage to guarantee that both he and Melanie ended up having an enjoyable time this evening.
Taking a drink from the glass in his hand, he smiled at her question. "I did. I had a vague idea of what I wanted to do when I started school and used that as a reminder of why I needed to apply myself, otherwise I'm sure I would have given up on all of the rules myself." In truth, he had never considered not going to college or not finishing his degree. He had known what he had wanted to do relatively quickly and had understood that his career path wasn't going to be attainable without a degree. Though that knowledge hadn't kept him from being a traditional college student and getting into a little bit of trouble along the way. But college had also been where he had met his last serious girlfriend so he supposed that the good parts also came with the bad. Pushing those thoughts aside, he looked down at Melanie and smirked at her, "And what did you learn on your own then?" Admittedly, he already knew what he hoped she had learned.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 2:46:00 GMT
She smiled at the drink and nodded at him. "Vodka is always fine in my book, honestly." Taking a sip of it, she hummed contently and looked up at him, tilting her head and trying to picture the man in front of her as a dedicated student. "I bet you were the big man on campus," she nodded, biting her lip as she let her eyes roam appreciatively over him.
Her eyebrow ticked up and she shrugged. "I learned a lot of things. I'm very good at reading people, at coming up with a good idea and making people think it was theirs to begin with," she smiled. "I've learned how to find fun in even the dullest situations. And I have some skill sets and interests that are best demonstrated rather than articulated."
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 2:58:54 GMT
He could only assumed what she meant by her implied demonstrations, but it didn't stop him from continuing to smile at her, perhaps a little coyly. Considering her list of life skills, he was curious if she had been able to read him yet, to get a better understanding of the sort of person that he was, but he assumed that most of that had been answered when he invited her back to his hotel room. She had given him a lot to go off of just in that one small list of talents. "What sort of skills would those be? The ones that need to be demonstrated?"
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 3:19:28 GMT
Melanie smirked up at him, taking a long sip of her drink. She stepped closer to him, she reached for his tie, toying with it for a moment. She tugged him down closer to her, also leaning up to compensate for the height difference. Her lips barely ghosted over his before she pulled back a bit, laughing softly.
Leaning to press herself against him, she tilted her head at him and stepped towards the bed. "Why don't you let me show you?" she offered, smirking up at him.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 3:36:31 GMT
Tripp smirked at her, pleased to see that perhaps he hadn't been the only one thinking about this since the moment that he met her. He set down his drink glass and advanced toward her quickly, pulling her into his arms easily. The small tease of a kiss had been enough to make him realize how much his body had been begging for that moment, and now he had no other thought except how to draw her in more closely and move them onto the bed. Bending down, he brushed his lips against hers, testing his boundaries with her momentarily. When he didn't feel any immediate protestation from her, he moved swiftly to reach for the zipper of her dress. Pulling his mouth away from hers to grasp the zipper and tug it down, he looked down at her, smile still poised on his lips. "Was it something like this?" he questioned softly.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 3:59:20 GMT
Melanie laughed softly and nodded. She pulled away from Tripp for long enough to push the dress down her body, letting it pool on the floor. She stepped out of it and smirked up at him. She'd always been proud of her body, and gave him a moment to appreciate it before tugging him towards the bed and nudging him to sit on it. She grinned at him before climbing on to his lap.
"I think we're on the same page," she told him softly. She loosened his tie and nodded.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 4:09:21 GMT
He was amused when she started to try and take control as he allowed her to climb onto his lap. Hands planted at her waist, he leaned in for another kiss before he lifted her up enough for him to quickly rotate their bodies so that she was laying flat on her back, flush against the bed. Grinning at her as he straddled her legs, he tugged his tie off completely and tossed it aside. Lowering himself back down to her to continue to place kisses across her mouth and down into the curve of her neck. He always preferred to take the dominant role, to be the one to have complete control in the bedroom, and while he had been amused by her taking the first move, he wasn't going to allow her to continue to dictate the next steps in their night.
Sitting back up into a kneeling position over her, he took the opportunity to begin unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it into the quickly accumulating pile on the floor. "Good," he told her finally. "I'm glad that we're on the same page."
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 4:35:16 GMT
For a brief moment, her eyes went wide when she found herself pressed against the mattress. She was used to being the aggressive one - the instigator - when it came to what went on in the bedroom. But once he'd deftly maneuvered himself on top of her, she couldn't help the shudder. She let out a soft groan as his lips traced a path along her skin. She propped herself up on her elbows as he removed his shirt, eyes roaming hungrily over his body. It would seem that she found herself on a much different page than she'd intended or that she was even used to, but she wasn't complaining.
For a brief moment, she was torn. She very rarely let anyone have control in this area. She'd tried it once and hadn't much liked its outcome. In a way it was almost a matter of pride, an area of her life where she traditionally exhibited the most control. She leaned up to kiss him, her teeth nipped gently at his bottom lip. She smirked up at him as her hands moved to his belt, doing her best to take control of the situation again - dictate the pace even. But whatever witty retort she would normally have for him was still lost somewhere on the tip of her tongue as she tried to navigate her way through a new situation.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 4:53:52 GMT
Simply feeling her bite at his lip caused him to feel an overwhelming desire to intensify the situation. The moment that his belt had joined the rest of the clothes decorating the floor in a haphazard pattern, he had swept down to draw her into a passionate kiss. Hands trailing up her body to tug at and remove what was left of the thin fabric covering her body, he was able to finish what it was that he had started with charming and flirtatious words back at the mixer. It in a way, it felt unlike anything that he had engaged with another woman before, simply in terms of the power struggle that he had experienced as Melanie had sometimes fought to regain some sort of control. Not to compare this situation to ones in the past, but he briefly thought of how quickly other woman had just accepted his dominance and left it be. It was encouraging, and admittedly sexy, to have someone who fought back. Melanie had very quickly proven to be an enigma, one that he realized he wanted to continue to understand and to interact with in various situations.
As he now lay back on the bed with her beside him, catching his breath for a moment, he knew that he didn't want her to go. Rolling onto his side, propping his head up on his hand, he smiled down at her. "Are you ever going to tell me your last name?"
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 5:10:43 GMT
Melanie took a few deep breathes, regaining her senses in slow degrees. It had been quite sometime since anything had felt quite so intense for her with a man. She almost would venture to believe that it had never quite been that way. But that meant something that she didn't want to think about. She turned to him at his question, a lazy smile curling onto her lips. "My last name?" she asked. She let out a soft, breathless laugh and pushed herself up again to sit. She ran her fingers through her now messy hair and chewed on her lip. "Why? Would knowing that make what we did seem less tawdry?" she asked teasingly, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the lips, before slipping out of bed and looking around for her clothes.
In all honesty, a very bit part of Melanie didn't want to leave. While she was all to accustom making swift exits after encounters like these, she easily could picture herself getting caught up in spending time with Tripp. And that was dangerous. "I like to go into these things honestly," she rambled. "And the truth is, you don't need to know my last name." She turned over her shoulder and smiled at him before leaning down to scoop up her dress and undergarments. She placed them at the foot of the bed and started to dress herself again. She looked up at him though, and maybe that was her mistake. On a completely vain level, he looked so absurdly sexy as he watched her and part of her wanted to climb back into bed with him. She reminded herself once again of who she was and why that line of thinking went against everything she normally stood for. "You don't have to worry, you know. I'm not the clingy type. You don't need to leave me with any sort of pretense that this was more than it was. It's sweet though - of you to ask, I mean."
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 13:34:31 GMT
He was enraptured watching her collect the clothing he had so carelessly tossed aside. Surveying her body appreciatively, a smile slowly tugged at his lips. There was just something about this woman that made him realize that he had no desire to let her leave; not just the hotel room but from his life. Tripp was intrigued by her and all of her charming little antics, such as the way that she was trying to pull her clothing back on. He debated letting her carry on, to think that maybe he had decided to relinquish control for the night, but when she looked at him, seeming to almost hesitate for a moment, he decided that he couldn't wait any longer.
Sitting up in the bed, he leaned forward to grab her wrist and pull her back onto the bed. "And what was it, exactly?" Smirking at her, he added, "Regardless of how you define what happened, I'm not quite done with you."
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 15:31:03 GMT
Melanie let out a soft gasp as he pulled her back onto the bed. She laughed softly, shaking her head at him. “I think it was fun,” she nodded at him, even as she looked at him, she felt her resolve to leave wavering. She shifted on the bed, climbing onto his lap. She tilted her head at him licking her lips. “I don’t do anything past fun,” she told him, in the interest of full disclosure. “Tried it once, wasn’t for me.”
There was a voice inside of Melanie’s head that was telling her that she should leave right away and not look back. It was too easy to get lost in the moment with Tripp in bed, something she rarely experienced with any other man. Walking away had always been somewhat easy. This was different and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She’d never liked change very much.
She shrugged at him, sitting back a bit and placed her hands on his shoulder. “But if you’re talking about tonight, I don’t see the harm in my staying a little longer,” she admitted.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 15:52:08 GMT
Tripp considered pressing her for what she would define as "past fun" but when it really came down to it, he wasn't sure that it really mattered. It seemed unlikely that if they continued things beyond tonight that there wouldn't be a shortage of "fun". Besides, he countered, she had barely scratched the surface of what fun could have really been like in bed with him. His hands found their way to her waist again and he moved to capture her lips with his again. The truth was that he was very much enjoying their time together and he wasn't ready to let it come to an end, regardless of how much she continued to protest about staying with him.
"I assure you that I will make it worth your while," he promised, smirking at the thought of how much trouble they could still get into over the course of the night. "More of this," he punctuated it with another kiss as he pulled her in closer, nipping at her lower lip the way she had done to him before. "And this," he added as a hand came to roam across her body, moving further and further north. "And at the end of it all - there will probably even be breakfast."
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