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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 11, 2014 6:19:19 GMT
Samuel hadn’t thought about the nudity factor as he tore his shirt over his head. He moved to the shower excusing himself some to set the temperature. He knew he enjoyed the water nearly scalding hot. He adjusted slightly less warm to account for her. He had thought nothing of the shared shower it was large enough for three comfortably. The twelve jets were enough to insure that from any angle one was immersed. Not that he usually was in front of guests but Samuel didn’t mind purposeful nudity. He was more wary of accidental nudity. It was the major difference between himself and others. Purposeful nudity didn’t have much to do with sex or at least not accidental non-consenting sex. It was a statement of simple nature.
As such it wasn’t until he’d kicked off his shoes standing in pants and socks that he realized Monica had a qualm with the shower situation. Stopping he looked at her mouth slightly agape.
"No. That would be a bad thing for the hungry party. I don’t share well…"
Looking from her to the shower he was aware as to what the gentlemanly thing to do would be. He should leave her to it. Yet there was a portion of him that wanted to be her in this moment to enjoy the feel of the jets he knew so well in a very new way with her.
“Would you like a moment alone?”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 11, 2014 6:52:43 GMT
His words made her warmer then the water he was adjusting and when he looked at her standing there half dressed she lost all reason. Shaking her head no that she didn't want to be alone, and putting down her bag. She could face down charging werewolves and zombies but this one half nude male made her loose her breath. Eyes taking in his shape he was not traditionally muscular and still seemed powerful. Her sneakers and socks were kicked off and the tank went over her head. She blushed baring skin but there was no turning back now. The rest of her clothing peeled free and dropped all of her now in view, that flat and muscular belly adorned with steel barbell and dangling stones.
Her body was a study in dancers lines lean muscled and tight. Hands loose at her sides eyes on his feet feeling so very shy then taking a deep breath like she took showers with lion men all the time. Stepping into the spray and letting the water distract her for a moment. Feeling it cascade and wash away the sweat. Eyes closed she could feel him still there and bit her lip waiting for him to step in.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 11, 2014 7:35:39 GMT
As Monica undressed Samuel did the same. Removing his socks he slid his pants down his legs. Yes he admired her form. Though nit in a sexual in truth not I a solely sexual manner. She was beautiful and toned and one of the few non-lycanthrope women he had shared his time with. As second in command of more than one Pride he’d had his past experiences. Strength was a decided aphrodisiac to lionesses. As such while he was usually as buttoned up as a monk during his youth he had raised his portion of spirits.
She was lithe yet strong and the question of whether her skin was as soft as it seemed popped into his mind almost instantly. Stepping into the shower he grabbed his shampoo. As the water coursed all over her splashing against her skin he poured a dollop into his hands. As her eyes were closed he used slower motions and lathered her hair. He was unsure if she would enjoy the lack of a scent but as it was hypoallergenic he was sure that it would serve its purpose.
Using his strong fingers he massaged her scalp working the soap into heady lather. His ministrations causing a the occasional rock in her stance causing their flesh to brush and touch in rhythm to her scalp massage. Which in turn was in accordance with his own motions. It was a strange sensation and one he was loathe to end. But it was time for her to rinse. “Keep your eyes closed…” Samuel said breaking the steady thrum of the water against their skin. Turning her by her shoulders so that he could better rinse the soap from her scalp Samuel fought the urge to take in the sight of her glistening with the soap and the warmth of the water. He again massaged her scalp insuring that her hair was in fact removed of all traces soap.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 11, 2014 22:01:18 GMT
Of all the things Monica expected Samuel might do to her in the shower shampooing her hair was probably not even top ten. The sound of surprise and then pure bliss that left her throat shocked her. Swaying under his scrubbing like a palm tree in breeze, in her limited experience this sensation was almost better then sex. Eyes closed and almost purring even tho he was the big cat. Feeling him turn her and tilting her head back, the lack of scent didn't bother her any she was practical about hair things it was why she wore her hair so short.
Besides had she changed shampoos or smelled like a man the guys would have had a good go of ribbing her tomorrow. When she was rinsed clean of shampoo her eyes opened and they were warm and smiling. Maybe he would let her do the same but he was taller then her so shed need to be on tip toes to try. getting on her toes shampoo in hand and reaching for his head but the wet soapy floor sent her slapping into him. She blushed furiously and tried to right herself but he felt nice pressed against her. She'd managed not to stare at him slack jawed but the feeling of him pressed against her bare undid it all.
Tongue bowtied, and then she did the only thing she could think of. Laughed, her giggles hit and she held onto him laughing until she caught her self and calmed still chuckling" sorry that was shampoo fail"
Biting her lower lip noticing he hadn't shoved her away and hoping he didn't.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 11, 2014 23:49:41 GMT
“No that was serendipity.”Samuel said a smile on his face. His skin was suddenly alive with the touch of her. He was being as gallant as he could be but the touch of skin to skin contact was almost more than his formidable will could stand. Holding his lust at bay but just barely Samuel held her as he moved against the back wall near the rack of soaps and cleansers.
Holding her steady he reached up with his left he removed the body wash. It too was unscented as most perfumes used tended to aggravate his nose. He was a particular man and he kept avoidable annoyances to a minimum. Turning her yet again he lathered her wet skin starting at her nape he worked down her across her shoulders. Paying extra care to her shoulders Samuel guided her hands to the wall raising them above shoulder level. She would be able to brace herself as he worked at her muscles as he worked away the stress of her day.
Working at her major muscles he made his way down her back scrubbing as he massaged his way down her back and sides. Crouching as he reached her waist he worked the Gluteus from the outside toward her center line. Moving in purposeful concentric circles he made his way down her legs first her left then her right. His fingers working down her thighs soaping every inch diligently insuring the soap reached every pore. " You were a dancer weren’t you?" He asked as he worked at her right calf. It was almost time to turn her so that he could wash her more thoroughly. His fingers tingled with anticipation.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 12, 2014 0:48:43 GMT
Smiling at the though he was ok with all of that and perplexed that he was being so polite and gentlemanly. She'd have expected to had been all manner of pawed by now but he was steadfast. Turning and feeling him slide his hands along her muscles had her head against the wall and toes flexing. Unabashed sounds of pleasure fell from her lips and she tried hard not to wiggle with his face mere inches from her bottom. Hearing him she had to clear her head and focus so it took her a moment to answer.
"yes started at age four and danced most of my life, I still hit the occasional class when I have time but not like I used to..my mom used to have to bribe me home for dinner because before school and after homework I was in the practice studio. Tap, lyrical, ballet and hip hop when that got popular."
She calmed again with talking about that bit of her life and passion, maybe Monica would show him one of her old routines one time. When he was done and it was time to turn she took a deep breath because if he hadn't stood up yet his face was now mere inches from something else entirely.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 12, 2014 2:44:59 GMT
As she turned Samuel began to continue his steps. As he was already crouched he began lathering her starting at her ankles. He made his way up her legs. Dropping one knee he slid closer to her his skin mere fractions of an inch from his. His breath hot enough that he was sure she could feel it atop the spray from the jets.
"You can tell your musculature is sublime." He said the heat of his breath playing along her skin behind his hands.
Samuel was not overstating the obvious. Monica had a great form. Her skin was in fact as supple as he’d believed. His hands having indulged of her the rest of his being was now jealous. It was a situation he intended to rectify. He lavished her massaging away the slight stress they’d put on her in an effort to exhaust her pent-up energies. The small cardio form the boxing along with her keep warm in between while effective was just the tip of the iceberg as far his want of her.
Samuel continued his attention paying every bit focus to her. Each motion was feast for his eyes and senses. Most importantly he now had her in his arms of a sort. He couldn’t be happier.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 12, 2014 3:23:52 GMT
That moment between her being perfectly calm and a writhing undulating mess was scant to say the least. Lips parted and her sounds bounced off the tile thighs tho strong quivered in his grasp. Hands seeking purchase and finding the wall mounted soap dishes and shelves. Pulling up on them with her arms and in doing so holding her self aloft .
lashes resting on her upturned cheeks. If he was on a mission it was more than likely about to be completed and so would she for the first part of this...........fade to dark
some time later....She held her bag and looked at him her smile broad and flirtatious as they went to leave the building to head to their very late dinner for the evening. She was famished and ignored the strange look Abel gave her.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 13, 2014 9:17:51 GMT
Quickly washing he was showered and out six minutes later. Stepping out he grabbed a towel drying his skin quickly. Moving into the office proper he walked to the closet hidden in the concealed paneling. The paneling of the office was actually a series of doors and hidden storage areas. He was one for efficiency and even the wet bar could be moved back into the wall with a flip of a switch. The only portion of the office that could not be moved or hidden away was the desk itself. He had to admit that the initial cost of such modular living space initially was troubling but the years had been kind and he now would not live without such.
Opening the closet paneling he selected a pair of all-purpose black slacks wife beater and hemmed mentally a few seconds over which shirt. His closet much like the larger one at his home was separated by color. He settled on the matching blazer and black shirt. It troubled him to not select a tie but for Monica he went without. Dressing quickly he slipped on a pair of laceless oxfords black socks and his gloves. Raising his hands aloft he turned finally looking at her offering himself for her approval. It shouldn’t have mattered but somehow her it did. ” I believe we are ready." Samuel said his voice brimming with the joy he had in his preset situation. Monica was having an already euphoric effect on him.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 14, 2014 4:43:52 GMT
He looked mouth watering and she smiled" not fair my date looking hotter then me"
Walking to him and taking his arm out the door to get going. Even touching him again so soon made her tighten below. Biting her lip Monica realized she would need to have him take her shopping on evening because her style of dress compared to him was ameature at best. She had some nicer pieces but he seemed to dress out of an italian clothiers dream, yep this would take getting used to.
She wasnt low class or ignorant but she knew he knew about finer things and stuff that she could only hint at on a detectives salary in NY. Her apartment had been a stroke of luck and she commuted every day hour to hour and a half to get to work. It would be awesome to have a driver but alas that was a Samuel thing not a detective monica thing.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 14, 2014 5:58:50 GMT
He took her arm guidance in stride smiling a bit as he moved with her to the waiting car. He removed his phone checking a quick text that had his pocket vibrating with need. Sending a one word text ‘Yes .’ he smiled brighter as he held the door open for her. Abel didn’t trust anyone else to safeguard these moments and even as they both had been up since six was standing by a look of concern weighing down his face. Samuel clapped him on his shoulder as he slid in next to Monica. “Detective, it is entirely as I am a lycanthrope we run hot because of our metabolism. But on the scale of sheer attractiveness you pale all light from my physical heat."
Being so close was not a great idea. His stamina and recharge rate were definitely working against him. He began to think of cricket as a way of attempting to cool his jets. At least long enough for them to make it to the restaurant. He couldn’t see his heat for her cooling anytime within the next few years especially if they stayed in such close proximity. Resting his hands on her knee he imagined a rousing bout of curling. It didn’t help. Instead he dropped into the floor well and kissed her deeply.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 15, 2014 4:14:48 GMT
Having just settled and here he was kissing her again, it was breath stealing. Hands drifted to his shoulders and she took all of what he was willing to offer here back there. Mouths hot and warm on each other feeling the car move it was all so very exciting and different for her. Drifting between his shoulders and his nape and soon enough sliding on to the floor with him but on top. It was passion drunk or some other such strange thing he had over her. Breathing soon enough was quick and hard, her clothes felt tight but somewhere in the back of her mind the fact they were going to eat peeked out and prodded her.
Groaning softly she freed her mouth and laughed softly" you are like mmm I dont even know and I dont know why Im so hungry for you I'm normally in so much better control of my self you know?"
Feeling the car slowing she looked down at him" I think we are here or somewhere close the car is slowing"
Feeling a blush creep up her face because if they were at the restaurant the door would be opened and he would catch them in a compromising position. Part of her wanted it to happen maybe it would loosen the man up but part of her doubted it. He didn't seem like hed respect her any more for catching them in such a way. She frowned at the thought and smoothed her clothing trying to get back on the seat before the car stopped.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 15, 2014 5:31:29 GMT
Samuel smirked as the passion she stirred in him though raging was eased. The taste if her sitting on his tongue made him stir but having such an unbridled moment had worked wonders to ease his control more succinctly into place. As the car eased he listened as Abel flashed the lights before he turned off the vehicle. It meant that as usual Abel had arranged a series of fallback and cutoffs. Normally they had their meals delivered it wasn’t a usual haunt at least not an easily planned location for badness against him or his men. It was as usual Abels planning just in case. As he paused getting out Samuel knew it was so that the angles could be covered not so he and Monica could right themselves.
Reluctantly he sat on the seat cutting of view of her should Abel move quicker than he expected. He didn’t and Samuel’s actions were not needed. Resting his hand on her knee he smiled saying, “You, my Detective, are like catnip." As the door opened Samuel moved so that Monica could step down out of the SUV. He would have stepped out first but he knew that route was foolishness it would have smacked of him protecting her. Their companionship was worth more than that and he wouldn’t play the bodyguard or shining knight. He wasn’t any of those things and she would smell through any attempt to mitigate her no matter the reason.
As she moved by he surreptitiously rested his hand against her rear as she stepped down and out.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Sept 15, 2014 12:31:59 GMT
Monica was glad he didn't fight her on sitting up and seemed to understand what she was doing and why. It made her think far more of him then she already did. Shooting him a megawatt smile but she had also noticed the time they were given in case so maybe the other knew the vibe between them was strong. She shrugged and when he let her out first he earned another smile but the fact that he palmed her bottom on her way past him made the smile a hint saucy. Dinner was going to be interesting to say the least she wondered how long the tablecloths on the tables were.
The seemed to know him by sight and didn't even bat a lash at the disparancy between her clothing and his. Sitting them in the board room which had a door that could be closed if they so wished and sat 12 she blinked and looked at him with a bit of awe. It would be weird to sit across from him with all that space so she sat next to him but at a ninety degree angle since he was at the tables head. They took the rest of the settings away once she made her seating choice and stacked them delicately on a side board. Biting at her lip and then shed let him order drink but looking over the menu.
Mouth practically watering she spotted several things and checked them off the girl was not gonna pretend she wasn't hungry and salad would be had while she was waiting for the steak to be cooked. Ordering her cold iceberg salad and an plate of grilled east coast oysters to start to be followed by a new york strip cooked medium the asparagus and the fries with spicy mayo. Desert shed wait on for the moment then smiled at him handing over her menu knowing that all of what she was about to eat was needed and would probably be burned off he didn't take her home to hers after dinner.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Sept 15, 2014 23:56:37 GMT
Samuel smirked as they selected the Boardroom. It was one of their more secluded private dining rooms but he personally always liked the Mark twain better. All the same it was a smart choice. Even dressed casually Monica stood out. The staffers who’d begun their closing duties and those who’d already clocked out were the bulk of the remaining patrons. She put all of their servers to shame which was saying quite a bit as quite a couple of the ladies were dressed for a night out. Suicide heels and dresses short enough to know their taste in undergarments. Resting his hand against the small of Monica’s back as they were led through Samuel sent not such a subtle message to the owners of the few glances they received.
Once sat he took the seat at the head of the table out of habit once Monica was in fact seated. As she looked over the menu he ordered without thinking overly much on it a cognac martini for the both of them with water backs. It was one of their better cocktail offerings and the subtle hint of sweetness would whet their palates for an enjoyable meal. As she ordered he felt a twinge of ill placed pride. She wouldn’t coddle him by painting an unreal image of who she was. Though he had no right to feel proud of that aspect of her he in fact was. He felt honored that she would share a real and true moment with him.
He ordered the Billy’s and the Charcuterie & Cheese Plate as appetizers, the Delmonico's Steak with Garlic-Herb Whipped Potatoes, Vermont Butter and the Heirloom Carrots for his meal. Sitting his menu down on the edge of the table for the waiter he turned his focus to Monica. He spotted through the closing doors Abel sitting down at the bar Samuel chuckled to himself. Abel he knew would be ordering the lamb and risotto. He was for all of his planning a creature of habit. The bar gave him sight of the door and he would eat now as he was not entirely sure when or where they would go after dinner. It was a childish bit of simple joy being able to harmlessly tweak Abel’s nose making him embrace the unknown. Resting his gloved hand on the table he smiled at Monica. “So my dear detective tell me more about you your loves, your drives, why I shouldn’t crawl under the table and ravish you until our meals come.”
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