Coffee & Cocaine (Cyrano x Daleeria)

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Theo hadn't smiled so wide in weeks. Laughing and shaking with mirth at how quickly she stole away all of the stressors of the journey. Completely removed any idea of secrets being kept or wars being raged. The numbers of the deals he would be making were painted across her skin, but she would sweat them off in no time at all. That was the beauty of Penny, all of the world that was not her, simply faded away in her wake. Even when she was scared and fawning, talking with her worries on her face. There was fun, and a life, and an escape from all of the world's pain. They were going back to the first place where Theo had killed a man, for the second time since he had done so. And he knew that the police in this country knew about it.

Some of them anyway. And it was his job to make sure that that money stayed good for them. If not, well, he had met their families. Knew one of the Commandants daughters went to a private school in the Pyrenees. Knew people who knew what company paid her bodyguards. Wine. Right. That's what he needed to be focusing on.

"I think I can find room in your budget for dancing lessons. Or is it an allowance now?" Theo asked, the word 'now' slipping into an accent that was somewhere French, but definitely not Paris. Maybe he would take her there next. Or a stop in the Swiss Alps,. They weren't quite ready for the Aspen lodges though. Who wanted to be neighbors with Magic Gun Kelly anyway? Two glasses of chilled wine, with the bottle staying in the ice. A joint hung between his knuckles and a lighter in his pocket as he sat down on the bed next to her. Wondering how long it would take before she started wripping off his clothes.

 

[Daleeria]

Penny didn't know about his deals or the numbers that filled his mind. Hell, she didn't even have a strong concept of the quietly active war zone that they called home. Yeah she knew there were gangs and stuff, Porscha and JT had given them the DL on all of that. But Penny had yet to link any of that back to Theo, and she'd remain blissfully unaware as long as Theo wanted. She wasn't going to go searching for trouble. The only thing that matter to her was his dick and his smile and the way he made her clit throb just by walking in a room.

"I mean I guess if I'm your whore I'm getting an allowance. But I think this would file under 'investments' in this particular case," Penny suggested playfully while she worked on pouring them each a glass of wine. She was getting a bit of a taste for wine with him. Before she had been mostly a cheap beer girl... But Theo made her want to taste and find enjoyment in finer things too.

Speaking of finer things, as she handed him his glass, her hand stroked over the crotch of his pants. "Why did you even bother with clothes?" she whined as she reached up to undo his tie, lifting it over his head after loosening it and then wrapping it around her neck like a little fancy leash for him.

Already she was working to get him naked, as predicting. Impatient. Desperate after two weeks. "Daddy gunna light that? Porscha gave me tips on a new trick I wanna show you!" she grinned playfully as she worked his suit jacket off and tossed it onto a chair carelessly. She knew he had a change of clothes, probably several. So she wasn't concerned about wrinkling this suit.

"I've never flown before, did I tell you that?" she was nervous, but between the wine and weed, and his perfect cock... She was sure she'd have plenty of distraction from the nerves. "But I'd fly anywhere with you..."

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Penny on her own was a special kind of intoxicant. that drug that came with no negative side effects save for the addiction, and the sorrow of being separated from the bliss that was she. The plane had only just left the runway and already Theo's troubles had disappeared from the forefront of his mind, not to return until the wheels touched down in Ibiza many hours from now. As she tossed her hoodie to the side, revealing her pretty, perky breasts, Theo took a long drink from his glass of wine. Emptying half of what she had poured in one drink, and then set the smoke between his lips as his hand slipped around her greedy grabbers to retrieve the lighter from his pocket before she snatched away his pants.

She looked good, better than good, wearing just his tie and her skirt.

She looked like a whore. His whore.

Flame came to joint. Slowly dancing to the rhythm of the plane in the sky before he dropped the lighter and the joint into one hand and blew his smoke down, deliberately with a trail coming from each nostril showering her in cannabis before bringing the joint down to her lips. He wasn't talking, was not responding to her words with his. Because he was listening. Actively. Hearing her worries and nerves and concerns and silencing them with his thumb over her lips, parting them for her tongue and then placing the joint between them. There was plenty to go around, and Penny was the one who had earned this vacation. Even if she was working every moment of him.

Who said that work and play could not coexist.

"I want to show you the whole world Penny." He finally spoke, running his hand through her hair before finishing the glass of wine and passing it to there for her to store. Then his hands were moving to the buttons of his shirt. Penetrating her purview as he assisted her in stripping him while she got her head to match the elevation.