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It's a new town, a new bar and dozens of new faces. The music isn't loud but it's enough to drown out most conversations unless they're one on one, it's close to a military base, the only reason I know that is because every sixth person in the bar either has military fatigues on or a combat shirt. It's a cold night but I don't particularly mind, sitting alone and sipping a long Island while people watching. A woman with her boyfriend, a man and his friends at a table laughing. A group playing a game of pool-
Four new guys walk in and suddenly the liquor feel warmer than the last sip, because h-o-l-y fuck here comes tall and mysterious with his friends. And the mask? If I weren't buzzed it would be intimidating, but it's the jacket and gloves that have me staring.
He walks through the people like Moses parting the red sea, and I'm not even paying attention when he sits down beside me. Too busy looking at the leather he wears, there's a patch on the sleeve facing me. Task Force 141, the insignia a skull sitting atop a sword with wings.
I'm not sure what ticks him off that he's being watched, maybe it's his mohawked buddy nudging him or he can just feel my wandering eyes after he finishes his first drink. But he speaks-
"You need somethin? Been watchin me since I walked through that door. "
His voice is a deep growl in his chest, eyeing me from the side as he talks. And now what do I say? I'm not exactly nervous, but he's big, and gruff and oh so intimidating in a sense of hotness. And damn does he sound fucking mean.
"I like the leather. Is it real? "
He turns toward me now on the swiveling barstool, one brow raised, knees parted and leaning against the bartop without a thought. I don't expect his shirt to be so tight, nor for him to lift the mask and take a sip of his second drink.
"It is. You don't seem too bothered by me, you new to town? "
His eyes are captivating, body language smug but open. His knee is close to mine, and I almost want to reach out and touch this stranger. I don't trust myself not to say something stupid, so I merely nod. Looking over every crease of his muscled body beneath that tight shirt, he chuckles when I watch him take a swig of his drink. It's almost drool worthy when a droplet drips from his stubbled chin, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.
I press my legs together in an attempt to calm the hell down, but he's watching too now. Head tilting in thought almost as he looks me over, he chuckles again and grins.
"Never met a girl like you. One who's undressin me with just her eyes. "
It's teasing but remarkably flirtatious, though it makes me laugh a bit. Trying not to catch his gaze again, anxiety welling up because I definitely was caught.
"You're practically eye candy, all muscle and leather. I mean look at your thighs alone! "
The alcohol has done me in, because my drink is sat down and my hands have found a place on his open legs. Though he doesn't move, doesn't even flinch when I pat them. I swallow nervously, looking up as I retract my hands. His brows are raised in amusement, hard eyes softening around the edges as he smirks.
"You're bold, touchin a stranger like that. One might think you'd want to touch him more. "
"Maybe I like strangers like you??"
He laughs at that response, but suddenly one gloved hand is finding my wrist. I really don't expect it when he presses my hand against his chest, but I take the invitation anyways.
His pecs are fucking outstanding, soft muscle that has me fantasizing, fingertips sliding up his collarbone and soon to his neck. Edging just up beneath the balaclava he wears, but I don't dare try to even slip further beneath the fabric. Though as my fingers graze the leather he wears the fascination goes full force, digits running over his broad shoulder on one side while my other hand rests on his thigh.
"Any part of you that's not muscle and hotness? "
He chuckles low and deep, sipping his drink again.
"With my line of work? Nah. "
He knows he's hot, knows that he's got an affect and damn him because I don't mind at all. I pull my hands away and a wave of embarrassment rushes over me, I didn't even know this man's name and I wanted to crawl in his lap already.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a bar like this anyways? "
I down the rest of my drink and look at his hands, specifically the one rimming around his glasses edge. And I can just barely see his wrist, tattooed.
Oh fuck me.
"You think I'm pretty? "
I play dumb, I have to because there is a mighty need in my bones and the need is this fucking man.
"I do. So pretty I could kiss you right here, and remember it for weeks. "
Ohhhh I'm so so sooo fucked.
One of his hands has settled on my knee, fingers gently curving underneath and thumb brushing over my thigh. He brings his glass to his lips and now I'm wondering what he tastes like beneath that amber liquor, and I'm also wondering if I'm becoming delirious because I settle one hand atop his own. Biting my lip as the anxiety in my chest turns to stomach butterflies.
"You'd kiss a girl you don't even know? "
"Maybe I like strangers like you~ "
He's cheeky that's for damn sure, replying with your line from before, but he's leaned closer. Close enough I could lean up and brush lips if I wanted to, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he's inviting me to do just that.
He must really want the same thing as I do, because when I do press my lips to his own he hums and his free hand comes up to the side of my neck. Tilting my head and pulling me closer as we lick into each other's mouths, he tastes like honey and bourbon. And something else like cinnamon and cloves, his hand at my neck gently squeezes, leather gloves body warmed and pleasant beyond words by now.
When he pulls away he presses a few chaste kisses to my jaw, his stubble ticklish before he leans back leaving me hazy headed and chasing him for more.
"Name's Simon. "
I just hum, my hands grabbing the one on knee and the one still holding the side of my neck. Even if tonight was a one off experience I was going to savor every moment. He chuckles as I lean into the touch, gloved thumb pressing against my chin and making me tilt my head up.
"And you, are absolutely gorgeous luv. How many drinks have you had? "
Honestly? I'm not even sure by now, that kiss made my head fuzzy with want- no no a need to have more of him.
"Like two or three. Im kinda buzzed… "
He hums and slips his hand from my neck, and I can help but sigh in disappointment at the loss of warmth and touch. Though he waves the bartender over, and orders himself another drink and something for me.
"Let me even the grounds then lovely~ "
As the drinks are set down I realize it's non alcoholic, and a smile crests my face.
"How sweet, you always treat pretty girls like this? Kiss them before the first date? "
"If those girls are anything like you? Maybe. Right now I'm just enjoyin the view luv. "
It's only now I've realized his accent is definitely not American, and rather something European. British? And his gaze is almost hungry as he watches me, his thumb idly rubbing along my knee is driving me crazy. I sip my drink and smile up at him, shift in my seat to be closer.
"You have a ride home sweetheart? "
He glances over his shoulder at something his friend has said before looking back at me, smiling slightly.
"Took a cab, why? You wanna drive me home? "
"If you'd let this stray into yours, sure~ "
Oh. Oh damn...