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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 16:45:28 GMT
Melanie sighed softly, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she felt Tripp’s hands on her. “Breakfast is unnecessary,” she insisted, but couldn’t help the way her body shifted closer to him. She leaned in and kissed him again passionately. When he deftly moved their bodies so that she was beneath him again, she tried to suppress a shiver and told herself it was just because she’d allowed it to happen.
In the morning, Melanie blinked awake, taking a moment to remind herself of exactly where she was. She found the spot next to her empty and found herself feeling somewhat conflicted. While it made it easier for her to leave if he wasn’t there, she felt something akin to disappointment. Sliding out of bed, she once again went on the hunt for her clothes. It was only when she heard the rustling of a newspaper behind her that she turned, craning her neck and finding him sitting with the paper and a cup of coffee. Damn it all if she didn’t think that he looked downright gorgeous, too.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 16:59:31 GMT
Hearing her moving around, Tripp drew his attention to her, smirking at the sight of her. Over the last several hours he had allowed himself to watch the way that she moved, the way that she held herself, appreciatively, enjoying both the appearance of her body but also the confidence in it that she seemed to exude. "Hello," he greeted her, smirk still in place. He was feeling particularly triumphant after seeing her wake from the hotel bed, knowing how much she had protested about staying and about everything that could have potentially come after this.
Already he knew that last night had been one that he was more than happy to repeat, and while flipping through the morning's paper he had already caught himself thinking of how he could get her to cave once more.
"There's coffee and a few breakfast items for you to choose from. I didn't know what you'd want so I just had them bring a wide variety," he informed her matter-of-factly. It had already been determined that he had wanted to finish their time in Ithaca together properly, though he also was sure that this wasn't going to be the last time that they were together.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 17:27:50 GMT
Melanie blinked at Tripp for a moment, shuffling around the room to at the very least find her undergarments and slip them back on. “I told you breakfast wasn’t necess – is there more coffee?” she asked suddenly. She walked slowly towards where he was sitting, smirking at him as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a slow sip and hummed contently. “Thank you,” she said gently before taking a seat. Her eyes carefully surveyed the selection of things he’d ordered for breakfast, chewing on her lip before hesitantly reaching out for a strawberry and taking a bite.
All of this was very out of character for her. She rarely had to deal with anyone the morning after. Even with Brody when they’d been dating, it hadn’t been the same sort of thing. She was out of her comfort zone and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She tucked her legs beneath her in the chair as she took another sip of coffee.
“I should get going after this,” she stated.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 18:45:19 GMT
Tripp was amused as he watched her pull a little more clothing over her body and helping her to a cup of coffee. Everything about her seemed to be truly fascinating, from the way that she continued to protest, even now, about staying to the way that she still tried to assert control even as she was subtly giving in to his. "You're welcome," he told her, continuing to peer out over the newspaper at her.
When she spoke up again, a smile crept its way back onto his face. He hadn't exactly been planning on letting her get away so easily. Not only did his body still crave another round with hers, but he still hadn't been able to obtain valuable information from her in terms of what her last name was. He had gotten her to give in to everything else so far, he assumed that it was only a matter of time until she stopped fighting him back so hard.
"Of course," he said, innocently enough. Looking over her body again, he couldn't even begin to believe his own acceptance to let her go.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 19:51:29 GMT
Melanie tried not to look up at Tripp, taking another sip of her coffee before reaching for a croissant and some jam. She took a bite and let out a soft moan. “Oh my God, that’s amazing.” She examined the jar. “Locally made preserves. It’s blackberry, it’s incredible. You have to try a bite,” she nodded. Melanie stared at the jar, committing the name to memory and reminding herself to try to obtain some.
She’d always been a bit of a closeted foodie. While she wasn’t instagramming pictures of her every meal, she liked to believe she had a refined palette and took pleasure in cooking. She’d only really ever cooked for herself before, and when she was younger – Jamie. In fact, she’d learned entirely because of her brother so she’d be able to make him after school snacks while both of their parents were at work.
She realized that for someone who might not be that passionate about food, she seemed silly. She laughed and looked away. “Sorry, it’s just really good.” Taking one more bite, she placed it down and finished her coffee before standing up and walking back towards the bed for her dress.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 20:08:48 GMT
His amusement with her only increased as she took a particular interest in the blackberry jam that have been delivered with the rest of breakfast. Every time he started assuming that he had figured her out, she seemed to do something that surprised him. First it was her attempt at taking control of things last night, then it had been her reluctant agreement to linger this morning, and now it was her apparent love for food.
Tripp was still watching her when she rose again, assuming that she was going to try and make her leave from his hotel room already. Not only was he willing to admit that he didn't want her to leave, he was willing to admit that he would welcome the opportunity to put the bed to use one more time. Setting the newspaper down, he followed her to help her collect the rest of her things, smirking when he found that her dress had been kicked under the bed at some point during their night together.
Holding it out to her, he continued to smirk at her. "I can't let you leave without a name," he teased.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 20:25:26 GMT
Melanie looked at Tripp for a moment, a small smile gracing her features. She reached for the dress and rolled her eyes. “Tripp, what does it matter?” she asked him honestly. She laughed gently. “I’m the girl you take back to a hotel room after about fifteen minutes of conversation at a boring event. You don’t know anything about me except the sex is great and I like jam,” she smirked.
Stepping closer to him, she leaned up, brushing her lips against his. “Why can’t we just leave things uncomplicated and fun?” She nodded at him, taking a step closer to the bed. “And if you want to have a bit more fun, I’m certainly not opposed to that.”
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 20:47:44 GMT
What did it matter? On several levels he knew that it probably didn't. First of all, he knew that he could leave things where they were at the moment and she wouldn't think twice about it. She certainly didn't seem to be the type of person who was going to resent him for not fighting harder to contact her after all of this. But knowing that made him more interested in trying, it did actually make him want to call her after this - even if it was just because she posed a serious challenge. So it did matter, actually it mattered more than he thought it might have.
Holding the dress away from her, he tossed it aside again before advancing on her, pulling her close to him again. His hands found a now familiar position on her waist as he drew her in for another slowly building, passionate kiss. "I don't think it complicates anything," he told her as he broke apart long enough to carefully push her back onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pressing another series of kisses along her collarbone.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 20:56:18 GMT
The laugh on the tip of her tongue as he tackled her to the mattress turned into a soft groan as his lips touched her skin. Her arms wrapped around him easily as she arched towards his touch. She sighed contently, fingernails grazing his back a bit harder than she normally might have. She whimpered as he nipped at her skin with teasing strokes.
Her head tipped back slightly, her own hands reaching to remove the clothes he’d slipped on after getting out of bed that morning. A practical side of her brain was telling her that she should leave – that at this point she was in too deep because an irrational voice was telling her that she should give him her last name when all was said and done. She wondered when she’d last considered crossing one of her own very carefully drawn boundaries when his hands on her body made her brain otherwise short circuit.
“This part isn’t complicated,” she agreed. “This part is the fun part.”
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 14, 2015 21:38:46 GMT
The way that she responded to him caused an amused grin to rise to his lips as they we still pressed against her skin. Tripp withdrew for a moment to look down at her, helping to remove his clothing before he dipped down to kiss her fiercely. Nipping softly at her lower lip, he allowed his hand to explore the subtle curves of her body, teasingly her lightly through the layer of fabric. "Fun?" he asked her teasingly, pulling away from her mouth, "I suppose you could call it that."
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 14, 2015 21:46:13 GMT
Melanie shifted beneath him as he teased her, trying to will him wordlessly to stop teasing and to touch her. He'd already thoroughly demonstrated how capable he was at that and she was aware of just how much she wanted him again. She leaned up, lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss, her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer. "What else would you call it?" she asked him when she pulled away, peering up at him curiously.
While she'd previously stated that she was good at reading people, she wasn't exactly sure she had a lock on Tripp - a fact that intrigued her but also made her a bit nervous. She could easily see herself wanting to get to know him more, but reminded herself that it was out of the question. It was a much better idea to keep things simple and casual.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 0:40:44 GMT
At her question, he gave her a devilish grin before forcing a kiss to her lips, "Dangerous, maybe?" he murmured against her skin. Thought at the moment he was sure that he was the only one that may have seen it that way. Tripp knew at this point that there wasn't going to be a way that he was going to be able to let her walk out the door with the knowledge that he would probably never see her again. She had not only captured his interest with her appearance, but the way that she continued to provoke him to take particular actions kept him amused in ways that he couldn't recall having before. Melanie had quickly proven herself to be an exceptional woman and he knew at the very core of it all that he would have been an idiot to let her get away just yet.
Curling a finger around the waistband of one of the only pieces of clothing standing in their way, he let the tip of his finger brush against her skin tauntingly. Drawing a trail of wet hot kisses across the top of her chest, he vaguely wondered how long he could continue to torment her until she begged him to give in to her.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 15, 2015 1:54:02 GMT
Melanie let out a soft groan of frustration. While she wouldn't admit it, she thought that dangerous was the perfect way to describe it. With each subtle touch, she knew that there was a good chance that it would make her more reluctant to leave. She huffed a bit, writhing beneath him as he teased her.
She lifted her hips slightly, fingers flexing into his shoulders, trying to urge him along. It was unlike her to be the one teased. More often than not she was the one doing the teasing. She didn't want to verbally ask for what she was wanting, thinking perhaps she could taunt him into giving in without having to plead with him.
It was like a game of chicken. Yes, she thought dangerous was the right word.
He shifted slightly and she took the opportunity to crash her lips against his in a hungry kiss, moaning into his mouth.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 3:01:09 GMT
As much as her body seemed to be pleading with him to carry on their little game, it only drove him to want to withhold from her more. Tripp moved lower on her body, continuing his line of kisses down to her abdomen, shifting his body as he do so, so that he was at a better angle for what he was thinking about doing. As he pressed a kiss below her belly button, he pulled down her underwear in one swift movement. Tossing those aside as well, his allowed his movements to slow, tantalizing her as much as he could before one of them caved.
Dangerous truly didn't begin to describe what he felt they were now engaging in. A fantastic sex life with another person was one thing, but in combination with the desire to date someone, to see what sort of possibilities lay for the two of you in the future, that truly seemed to be dangerous. He hadn't felt this way about another woman since he had ended things with his college girlfriend and if he was being entirely honest with himself, it was a little unnerving. What made it all worse was the realization that he had barely known her for twelve hours at this point. What he did know, however, was regardless of how things ended here, he wanted to see her again.
His hand moved to her thigh, rubbing at the soft skin there and tracing small circles with his thumb.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 15, 2015 3:26:10 GMT
She cursed under her breath, eyes fluttering shut as he continued to tease her. Every touch and brush of his lips against her skin made her feel like she was on fire. She was certain that no man had ever feel quite like this before and part of her wanted it to stop because she could easily see her addicted to this feeling.
She shifted her hips again and all but growled in frustration. "I'll tell you my last name if you stop teasing," she offered impatiently. She looked at him, eyes locking with his. She leaned up and kissed him quickly before peering coyly up at him. "Hmmm?" she shifted her body towards him. She licked her lips and trailed her hands down his torso.
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