It all happened so quickly, Diane rushed from the restaurant into the lobby, her resolve fading with each determined step. She really did want him, scary as it seems, she really does. Diane Lockhart, diehard liberal, democratic feminist, seriously and desperately wants Kurt McVeigh. Suddenly, before she could stop to think, she spun on her heel and turned back toward the restaurant. Her hips swayed as her confidence in her newly made decision pushed her back to his table.
Kurt was still seated, nursing the beer she’d poured for him earlier. His eyes spotted her walking toward him and his mouth fell slightly agape.
“Diane-“ He said in shock but she merely leaned forward and kissed him passionately once again. Her tongue swiped at his bottom lip, requesting access that he gladly granted. Her hand threaded through his hair, pulling him toward her as his hands flailed, unsure of where to land.
“Take me to bed, Kurt” She whispered breathily into his ear as they broke apart, both gasping for air. Kurt smirked slightly, his eyes thinned as he tilted his head curiously, her hand still curled into the hair at the base of his neck. Her sparkling, lust-filled eyes meet his, her heart pounding fast and doubt suddenly seeping into her bones.
“Let’s go.” Kurt replied after a long beat of silence and Diane grinned widely; relieved. Fumbling with his wallet, Kurt lobbed a few bills onto the table before reaching out and taking her hand. A slight shiver trickled over Diane as his large hand enclosed hers. They’d just shared one of the most erotic kisses of her life and yet, the feeling of his hand holding hers is so much more intimate.
The pair remained silent as they made their way back to the hotel lobby, barely glancing at each other as they patiently wait for the lift. Kurt gently rubbed his thumb over the soft skin of her hand and Diane’s eyes almost rolled back in her head. How was he able to make her feel like this with such an innocent touch?
The elevator arrived and much to their displeasure, they were joined by an elderly couple and a businessman. Kurt smiled politely, nudging the button for the fifth floor as he pulled Diane into the corner with him. With a naughty grin, his hand dropped hers to sneak around her waist instead, slipping dangerously close to her arse. Diane raised her eyebrows at the bold move, smiling daringly at him.
The couple in front of them rambled on about something but neither took any notice, too focused on each other and the agonisingly slow speed at which the elevator seemed to be moving. Finally at the fifth floor, Kurt released her, holding the door open and guiding her out.
“Miss Lockhart,” He practically purred and Diane gulped at the sensation his words evoked within her. Something about the way he said her name just makes it sound so…dirty. “This way,” He added directing her toward his room. Diane fidgeted nervously with her purse, glancing around the hallway as he fumbled with the key card. Finally on the fourth attempt the door swung open and Kurt stepped back allowing her to enter.
Spinning on her high heels she turned to look at him as the door clicked shut, her smile almost predatory. Dropping her purse to the floor she bit her lip seductively as she moved toward him, pressing him into the door with her body. Kurt’s hands encircled her slim waist, pulling her impossibly closer and the pair simply stared at each other. They were both breathing hard at this point, the tension building; puffs of air mixing together as they leaned closer, their lips almost touching.
Diane’s eyes slid shut and she gasped his name. “Kurt,” She whispered and it was all the invitation he needed. Kurt closed the distance between them kissing her roughly, his tongue tangling with hers as they both fought for dominance.
“Oh God,” She gasped as he moved his lips down her throat, his hands already at her thighs sneaking her electric blue dress upward. Diane reciprocated by moving her hands to his coat, desperately tugging it off his shoulders. Kurt slid the coat off with her help, and spun her as it fell to the floor, turning the tables and shoving her against the hotel room door. Diane grunted; her hands moving back to his head as she brings his mouth back to hers for another hard kiss. It’s all teeth and tongues and so very hot. Lord, but this man knew how to kiss.
Kurt’s hands continued on their journey, easing her skirt up higher and higher until he touched the silk of her panties. Diane pulled him hard against her, her moan into his mouth only encouraging the course of his hands.
As Kurt slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy fabric and Diane ripped her mouth from his with a loud groan.
“My, my Miss Lockhart, so wet. What would those Democratic Ancestors think?” He mocked lowly in her ear. Diane bit her bottom lip, stifling a smirk as his fingers touched her. Kurt grinned, moving away slightly to watch her expression of pure lust. Slipping two fingers inside her slick heat, he spoke again.
“What would they say about a Right-wing nut job, getting you off?” Diane merely gasped, tilting her hips toward his hand, so much for stoically silent, apparently when it came to sex Kurt could be quite loquacious. His thumb pressed hard against her clit and Diane let out a loud scream, her body jerking toward him.
“Please, more!” She whimpered and he complied pushing deeper into her, his teeth tugging gently on her earlobe.
“Come for me, Diane,” He said gruffly and that was her undoing, her body shuddered with release and he held her tightly between the door and himself as her knees buckled.
Blinking her eyes open after a long moment, Diane breathed heavily.
“Wow.” She whispered, locking eyes with him.
“Changing your stance on Republicans?” He asked cockily as he slid his hand from within her, and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Diane watched him breathlessly, her blue eyes never leaving his.
“I’m not sure,” She finally spoke, smirking.
“Perhaps you need more convincing?” He retorted, kissing her softly and pulling her from the door and further into his room.
“Oh, I’m definitely going to need more convincing!” She said seductively, moving to unbutton his shirt.
Unzipping her dress and pulling her onto the bed with him, Kurt replied,
“Good, because I’ve got one hell of a pitch!”