Killing time

Who: Domino & Jules
Where: Mya's Diner
When: Late Summer

Another summer in Marquette, only this one had ended a bit less happy that those she'd remembered. Jules' Grandmother had passed away and she'd just buried her not three days before. This summer sucked. She needed to get out, away, and definitely need to get something into her stomach before she too suffered a fate like her grandmother, only hers would be from starvation instead of old age.

So, she headed into Mya's diner, pushing the door open and finding her way to a back booth. Her long hair pulled away from her face and tied in a messy bun at the back of her head. She plopped down and surveyed the room. A few older people and... oh wow. Would you look at that! she thought to herself as her eyes traveled over the body of a man perched on a barstool at the counter. Now that is just the ticket for forgetting about everything.

The man was gorgeous, to say the least. Tall, dark, handsome. Fully equipped with the nicest ass she'd ever seen in her life. Suddenly staying away from everyone at this corner booth wasn't in her plan anymore, so she climbed out of the booth and made her way to the counter, pointing to the stool beside the man. Her elbow grazing his slightly as she spoke. "This seat taken?" she questioned, flashing a smile, and raising an eyebrow.

In the past two days Marquette had turned out to be a pretty boring town, of all the places he could have ended up with no more funds to finish his cross country trip with. For the first time in his life he had to get a job. Job, who knew three letters could be so frightening. Dom had applied at a few places, including the diner (which he'd finished before ordering some food). It seemed promising, Dom was always good around people and the little blonde behind the counter was pretty cute, from what he could tell the cook in the back was too.

Domino was sitting there in his tight blue jeans and black plain t-shirt, still waiting for his food when the voice perked his attention. Turning to see the striking beauty requesting to get closer to him, he only had one response. "Please." He gestured to the stool. He would have gotten up and pulled it out for her, had it not been hooked into the ground.

"Thank you." she said with a bright smile, flashing her perfectly white and straight teeth. He was even more gorgeous from close up. She climbed up on the stool and ordered a coffee from the waitress behind the counter. "Haven't seen you in town before." she began. "I'm usually here every summer, I'm sure I would have remembered you." Her voice flowed out like sticky sweet honey.
"Oh, how rude of me." Not that much cared she was being rude or not. "I'm Julianna. You can call me Jules though, all my friends do." She offered a hand to the man , her eyes trailing over his distinct angular features admiringly.

Domino took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing her knuckles lightly. The touch of his fingers and lips had a soft, almost fur-like quality to them. "Name's Domino." He replied, the English accent he picked up from his mothers, mixed with the Canadian he picked up from his youth echoed in even the smallest of statements. "And y'd be right t'not have seen me before. Only just came int'town th'other day." He said, sliding his hand from hers and returning her smile.

She grinned as he pressed his lips to her hand. Oh the dirty dirty things I could have you do with those lips she thought to herself, the grin widening. "Well lucky me to be in town while you are." she replied. She sipped her coffee. Black. Just the way she liked it. Strong. "Domino?" she said softly. "I like it, very unique. Much better than plain boring names like Bob and Joe."

She turned again to face the man. She crossed one leg over the other, her short black skirt raising over so slightly rising up the smooth pale skin of the thigh it revealed. Bringing out the heavy artilery. Silently she thanked herself for wearing that skirt out today.

It didn't take much for Domino to pursue someone, or even to be pursued himself. Some call him a manwhore, he considered himself more an 'appreciator of beauty', and this one fit. She was coming on to him as well, any why wouldn't she? He was hot- it also made his part of it all pretty easy. Yea, lucky you. "Thanks. Always liked m'name. Jules is quite fittin' f'y'self as well. Th'way y'r eyes gleam, y'd never fit with a name like Kate or Jane."

He was smooth, she'd give him that much at least. "Thank you." she replied, her voice coming out almost like a purr. "So what brings you to Marquette?" she questioned. "You don't seem like a very small town type of guy, not that I'm complaining about your company of course... " Jules was nosy. Simple as that. She wanted all the information in the world to be laid at her feet, this moment was no exception.

Dom was much the same way, but didn't mind talking about himself either. "Just passin' through." He'd leave out the whole 'ran out of money' part. "On m'way t'California." He explained. "An' you? What brings y'here only on th'summers?"

"My grandmother lived here... she died a few days ago, so I'm... wrapping things up." she said. "California? What part, that's actually where I'm from believe it or not. Born and raised in Beverly Hills."

"I'd believe it. Sorry t'hear about y'r Grand." He said, though Domino himself had never really had grandparents of his own, not even knowing who his fathers were, and his mothers had passed away before he'd been born. "Was hopin' t'go down th'coast from Seattle t'San Diego." Dom shared. "Then head back t'New York across th'bottom."

"Ah, a traveling man." she said with a grin. She leaned forward, delicately placing her hand on his thigh. Her v-neck blouse giving her cleavage quite the reveal as she leaned closer to t he man. Her fingertip traced a small circular motion across his leg. "Any chance I can persuade you to stay long enough to get to know me?" she questioned, her piercing blue eyes flicking up to look at him through thick lashes.

Domino looked down at her hand, like a lamb into the lions den. Placing his hand on the counter he ran a soft finger along her other arm. "I think I could be persuaded." Dom said, looking back up at her. Score! No tree sleeping for Dom tonight.

She smiled, again flashing her pearly whites at the man. That was a lot easier than she'd expected. His touch against her arm felt a bit softer than she'd expected. His hard features giving her the thought that his touch would feel the same, but it didn't. It was soft, gentle. Furry almost. Strange. But who cares? This guy was gorgeous. "My place?" she questioned, getting to the point.

She was either easy or desperate. Probably the later, loss of loved one and all. Dom didn't mind, meant the chase was off and the fun could begin. "Y'dun fool 'round do y'? I'll get th'check?"

"I'm not easy. If that's what you're asking I mean. I just see something I like and I go for it. And believe me baby, I like what I'm seeing now." She uncrossed her legs, slowly dropping from the barstool and taking a few steps towards the door, her hips swinging seductively with each step. "See you outside." she cooed, disappearing out the door. Always leave them wanting more and willing to follow.

Dom chuckled and he gestured to get the attention of the hot blonde behind the counter. He paid and was asked to come back for an interview the next morning- turns out the 'hot blonde' was the owner. Feeling that today was going to be a good day he exited the diner, hands in his pockets, and looked around for Jules.

Jules stood leaned against her car, one high heeled foot crossed delicately across the other ankle when Dom came outside to join her. Her slender black mustang only echoed her appearance and she shot a smirk his way. "Hey there doll face." she said, tossing him the keys. "I'm sure you know how to drive right?"

Dom snagged them out of the air and chuckled. "Dun know… 's it a stick?" He asked, which didn't mean anything because he owned a stick. Like the gentleman his mum raised him to be, he opened the door for her. "Watch y'r head."

"Automatic." she replied, stepping into the car and crossing her legs as he shut the door. Ten points for taking the time to let her in the car. This may be more fun than she'd thought. She waited for him to get around the car and climb in, her manicured hands draped across her bare knee.

Domino closed the door and went around to the driver s side and turned the key. "You'll have t'give me plenty o'time 'fore th'turns, still not used t'th'streets here." He warned her as he started off, awaiting her direction out of the parking lot.

"It's not far." she promised, her voice sweet and low. "Just a few blocks." She gave him directions to pull out of the parking lot, and a few turns later they were in front of her grandmother's old home which would soon become hers thanks to the will. "Here we are." she said with a grin, climbing out of the car and waltzing up the front steps. She held out her hand for him to give her the key to unlock the door.

Domino followed her and placed the keys gently in her hand. "Nice place." He said, more of a courtesy as his focus on her ass from behind was no where near looking at the actual house. Still not sure who was chasing who, Dom followed her inside once she got the door open and stepped one step faster so he could get his hands on her hips without breaking stride. "Are all California girls so lovely? If so I think I'll like it when I get there, of course I'm sure it would be a barren land now with you gone."

Smooth. That he was. A lot smoother than she'd thought at first. His hands on her hips, strong and determined felt nice. She liked a man to take charge and him making the first move now that they'd arrived really struck her fancy. She spun around to face him, her eyes rising to his. Blue orbs through dark, thick lashes. She trailed her French manicured index finger lightly up his chest before moving her hand to his face, capturing his chin and pulling him closer to her.

Her lips mere centimeters from his she whispered softly, her warm breath cascading over his mouth. "Perhaps you'll just have to make a visit or two back to sleepy little Marquette..." she began. Her index finger moved to his bottom lip, slowly pulling it down ward as she leaned ever closer. Her lips now were no more than an eyelash width from his, so much so that she could feel the warmth of his breathing against her mouth. "Won't you?" she finished in a sultry tone from deep within. She didn't kiss him, she merely pulled back and away from his grip, walking to the door and shutting it.

Dom exhaled as she pulled away, having taken in a breath in anticipation right before she didn't kiss. His tounge ran across his teeth as he smiled at her, his mind running over the various things he could see her body doing. "I might just." She was playing with him. "So... y'r lead."

She leaned against the shut door for a moment, her perfectly 0Ashaped eyebrows arcing every so lightly. She bit her lower lip as she pushed off the door and stepped towards him, a flawless model strut, high heels clicking across the hardwood. "You can look... but you can't touch." she stated, her walk stopping a foot in front of him. "At least not yet..."

Her hands moved to her chest, running lightly over her breasts and then down her stomach. Her fingertips latched onto the hem of her shirt as she slid it up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her nearly see-through lacy black bra showing off the perky roundness of her chest. Her hands moved to her hair, pulling the tie from her locks and flinging it, letting the waves cascade across her shoulders. "Do you like what you see?" she questioned.

Oh. God. Strip tease. Heaven.

Domino had to admit that she was... a very fine specimen of feminine form, and considering it had been a couple of times since he'd been with a woman he was very much enjoying what he was seeing. "Not bad..." He said with a smile that wasn't trying to hide his admiration of her. "Nice t'see a girl from California who's all natural and stunning." Appreciation for the human form, and the 'studies' he'd done of them, it was getting easier to tell who'd had work and who hadn't- though he has been wrong before.

"Oh they're natural alright." she replied, walking over to a radio on a shelf a few feet away. She flicked it on, switching to CD mode and putting on a hip-hop track with a lot of bass. She was going to enjoy torturing him into submission, and perhaps after she was done with that, letting him torture her.

Her body quickly found the beat of the song. Her hands dipping behind her to the zipper of her skirt, sliding it down as slowly as possible as her body swayed to the music. She slid the black material down her thighs and over her calves, bending over to give him an excellent view of her assets, barely clad in the matching black lace thong she wore. Stepping out of the skirt and slowly rising to a standing position again she cast a gaze at him over her shoulder. "Ready to participate yet, gorgeous?" she questioned.

The hasty, impatient man would just pull off all his clothes and rush to her. The suave man, who understands the way to sensualize the act, doesn't rush a thing. "On y'r command." Domino replied, taking a few slow steps toward her as he very slowly started to untuck his shirt barely revealing the tight wife beater underneath.

This was definitely going to be a night she'd have to store away for later times when she needed a lovely mental image to help herself along. "Off." she demanded, hands moving the shirt up and over his head. She pulled the wife beater up, just enough for her hands to slide underneath, grazing the muscles with her fingernails. They were hard, but yet soft. She didn't have time to analyze however, she was on a mission.

He put up no resistance, assisting her with the over the head maneuvered to find her hands already under his beater when his vision restored. Domino's breath caught slightly when her nails grazed- expecting more- and his muscles twitched slightly in reaction to her touch. Never one to 'beef up' Domino did keep in shape, he'd been trained from birth that if you didn't keep fit then you died. He never worried about building up more mass to his muscles as much as tone and strength to the mass he had. This gave him a very nice cut and shaped body without over doing it. Of course while he was still young enough he did have to watch out that the smoking and drinking was going to eventually cause issues with maintaining his physique. But why was he even thinking about that? Right now it was sex. "Y're thinking t'y'self, 'am I just imagining his unrealistically soft skin, or is it real'. Darling, I'll tell y'that it's real." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe. "And it's... everywhere."

Jules bit her bottom lip, sucking it partly into her mouth before looking up at him. "Is it now...?" she challenged, her hands sliding the beater upwards and over his head like the shirt. Now thats my type of body. Gorgeous, flexed, firm. Not overdone or body-builder-esque. Perfection she thought to herself. She wasn't about to waste it either. Her lips moved to his chest, pouted lightly spreading soft teasing kisses across his pecks then down the center of his torso before moving back up again. Her fingertips grazed his chin, wrapping around the hardness of his face, pulling him forward without request and taking his bottom lip in her mouth, biting it gently.

Soft, then rough, then soft, then rough again Dom was being pulled in two and loving every minute of it. His lips parted as she bit down, he let her take control, giving everything up to her willingly and would, at that moment, take any command she'd give. It was fun playing the part, it was more fun when your partner played it so well. A hand, however, unable to resist found itself on her and running around her back to hold her against him.

She moved closer to him as guided by his hand against her back, her chest pressing against his. Fingertips still upon his chin she urged his face forward, bringing his lips closer to hers as she tilted her head and ran her tongue along his bottom lip before dipping it into his mouth and searching out his.

Domino returned her kiss passionately, his hand trailing up to her neck and his fingers into her hair. He broke the kiss and tilted his head so he could brush his lips along her cheek, and ear, and neck. He knew fully well how his skin felt, he'd been told enough times before, and he'd learned to use the sensation he caused to his advantage.

"Mmm." she breathed as his lips moved against her skin. "Pull my hair." she instructed, her voice still sultry and low. He was doing pretty well on his own, but she never was one to keep her mouth shut about something she wanted. And when she wanted something, she had every intention in getting it.

Doing as told, Domino grasped the strands of soft hair in his hand and pulled her head back and exposing more of her neck to him. He kissed and nipped slightly at her skin as his other hand slid down her back to cup her ass. "What now mistress?"

"Mmm..." she groaned as he pulled her hair, her eyes flickering shut. "Now... Well now I'm going to do things to you that you've only dreamed of having done..."

Domino smiled against her skin, always up for new adventures, maybe she'd actually surprise him- at least she could try.