<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Carter Sagle<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13, late night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting in a comfy chair<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky was glad that he thought about the lights. The last thing she wanted was to pause everything to go see to something so stupidly technical. Pause because a guest needed something was one thing, but just to get the right ambiance was… Vicky had a smile on her lips. The disappointment at being unable to touch him was present, in the back of her mind, but she knew she would get to touch him and enjoy him sooner, rather than later. <br/><br/>A part of her mind was still clinging to the fact that this was Carter, Roman’s best friend. However, there was no part of her left that would see this as wrong. Roman’s presence in her life had been short and intense, her grief just as intense. Now she was ready to move on with her life, look for the father of her children and if that meant being with Carter for a while, or for the long run, then she was accepting it. He was a very decent guy and if Roman thought him to be good enough as best friend, chances were that he would approve her choice to take him as lover and maybe more.<br/><br/>As soon as Carter was back before her, thoughts of Roman were pushed aside. It wouldn’t be fair of her to be with one man and constantly think of the other and not respectful either. Carter deserved neither. She watched him come closer and closer and her stomach knotted. She was growing nervous again because Carter <em>mattered</em>. Whereas a client did matter, but she didn’t have to live with him after if things went awry. She wanted Carter to enjoy the experience as much as she. She was also concerned that he might not like the way she did something, or how she sounded when pleasured or… She forced her mind to silence and to focus on what was coming rather than a whole bunch of whatifs.<br/><br/>She kept her head bowed, trying to at least appear meek and play the part of the slave well enough for him to enjoy it. She felt his warm hands on her; he was so close to her she could see him and also smell the faint scent of his soap. She felt the exploration of his hands over her body and wondered if he had thought about her this way much. Not as a slave girl, but having his way with her. There was an undeniable want in his hand. If she had not known that he desired her, this touch would have told it to her. She glanced up and his gaze caught hers. If he had any doubts that she enjoyed this or was comfortable with this, her soft smile would most likely put an end to it.<br/><br/>Vicky made no move to stop him when she felt the first tug onto the band of her bra. It loosened suddenly, and in turn her nipples became rigid. It happened every time; as if the breasts rejoiced at the idea of being freed from this instrument of torture. Then he smiled at her and gave her permission to move her hands. She took her hands down, letting the bra fall to her elbows before she had it join the other garment. <br/><br/>Almost completely naked, she rested her arms around his neck as he leaned toward her. She welcomed the kiss and leaned her body against him, though if he wanted to press her against the wall with his own body, she would not be offering any resistance. Her kiss was slow and gentle, inspired by the sensuality of his touch. She wanted to remember this first kiss, knowing with certainty that it would not be the last, especially if this weekend was more than physical to him. She didn’t care for games or for roleplay. She would indulge if that was what he wanted, but any kind of sweet, slow love-making would be just fine.<br/></div>