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You Shouldn't Make me do that... (Alvis & Sweetnothings)

Alvis Alendran

Alvis Alendran

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Darien carried the last of the boxes from the U-Haul. Moving someone was always a pain, but with some patience and creativity, he'd managed to make sure it was done in a single trip. And with a smaller U-Haul. Money saved was a good thing. It wasn't every day that he moved someone into his very own apartment, and he was glad it had gone as smoothly as it had.

He'd been seeing the woman for a few month, and when she had been kicked out of her apartment, he'd made the offer that she could come stay with him. After all, it was the thing to be done. He'd been raised to help people out as often as he could, and this had been a very good opportunity. Besides, he had to admit, the thought of having her living with him, having constant access to one another, that appealed to him more than a little.

Darien was not a small man, nearing six feet tall, with a well toned and wired build. He carried very little exess weight on his frame, and his hands showed heavy wear from constant work. He did construction when he could, and actually filled hours at a local bar as a bouncer when things got slow. His hair was short, but thick, a fine texture to it, and it tended to have the habit of blowing in even light breeze. His eyes were a light grey, a kind of chiselled granite look. He would be the first to admit that he usually didn't have to look very hard to find a woman to spend time with. But the ease of it had made him picky according to his friends. So teh thought of him moving his latest girl into his apartment had them all snickering. And not helping. Jerks.

He shouldered open the door, looking to make sure that she had cleared the area for him to put the last of the boxes down. And she had. That was good. He approved of efficiency.
"That's the last of it! If you want to do a little unpacking, and get settled, I'll return the U-Haul. And then we can have dinner." He called into the apartment.
 
Madeline hated moving. All her life she was moving around from one place to another. It wasn't fair having to move constantly, but that was how life worked for her. Now here she was moving once more. All because of stupid rent. It wasn't her fault finding jobs in this economy was terrible. At least she was moving somewhere where she thought it would be all right. It was her boyfriend's place, Darien's. She was so thankful he had offered her a place to stay.

The young woman didn't think much of it that they were only dating for a few months and they were already moving in together. Many of her friends didn't approve of it, saying she was rushing things and it would only end badly. She didn't listen to them. They were just jealous. She actually knew she would enjoy living with Darien. If they were living together already, it only meant they were already trusting each other. That was the base of a good relationship.

Madeline was a few inches shorter than Darien. She stood about 5'7. She had a nice toned, yet curvaceous, body from playing a few years of soccer. She had multiple jobs in the past few months. Her most recent one was a waitress. What got her fired was slapping a customer when he touched her rear. She had wavy red hair that she usually kept in a single braid. She had piercing blue eyes which contrasted greatly against her dark auburn hair. She usually could easily pick up men if she wanted to when she went out clubbing. Darien just happened to be the right guy that night a few months ago.

She sat on top of a box with a book in her hand. She heard him open the door and looked out his bedroom door. She smiled and rose from the box that had her heavy stuff in. She walked out of the bedroom with the book closed tucked under her arm. "Thank you so much, Darien. I don't know how to thank you enough. We can have dinner later. I'll just unpack some of my stuff." She hugged him then kissed him softly.
 
Darien smiled as she kissed him, returning the gesture readily. She was, after all, quite a looker, and he'd been glad to have found her at the club. Or be found by her. Eh, it was all semantics, and he was never one to argue about those. He parted from her, and ran a thumb along her cheek affectionately.
"I'm sure we'll think of some way to thank me." He winked as he spoke, giving her a choice grin. "I shouldn't be more than an hour or so." He assured her, stepping back out the door, and clossing it. He locked it behind him. Moved in she might be, but he hadn't given her keys just yet. On some level he hoped it would keep her in the apartment for a little bit. Just having arrived, he wasn't eager for her to be wandering around.

THe trip to drop off the U-Haul was a fairly quick one, and he made it back in time to not have to pay for extra time. Of course, he had to argue that point with the man behind the counter, but he did get what he was after in the end, so it was all worth it. The drive home was slow, he was taking his time. After all, he'd said he might be around an hour. And it would be interesting to see what she got up to in his absence. Despite seeing Madeline for a few months, he'd made it clear he wanted to take things a little slow, so while they'd made out, and gotten close, they not yet actually had sex, or gotten into anything really close to it. Now that she was living with him, he figured that was due to change. He stopped off at a store, picked up a bottle of wine. Not cheap stuff either, but certainly not top shelf. He wanted to welcome her to his home, but he didn't really feel like he had to go right out of his way to impress her. With that thought, he drove home, adn went inside. Time to see how she was doing. With a cheeky grin.
"Honey! I'm home!" He called.
 
Madeline often reminisced how they met at the club. She just wanted to go out and have a little time to herself. It was her way of celebrated keeping a job for more than two months. Little accomplishments like that made her feel better. She remembered how she saw him across the club. It was funny how she first got to know him. She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around him briefly. "All right. No more than an hour." She reminded him. She watched him walk out the door. She heard the door lock and frowned softly. Why would he lock the door? She understood why he didn't get her own keys yet, but locking it was a little too far. She shook it off, coming up with things to do while he was gone.

It was hard coming up with things to do. First, she unpacked some of her things. She went into Darien's bedroom and pulled out her clothes. She refolded her clothes and laid them out on the bed. She went through his drawers and mixed his clothes together so she could have one. She figured he wouldn't mind. She would tell him about it when he got back from dropping the U-Haul off. Next she took out her books and laptop. She set the electronic device on the bed and took her books with her out to the living room. She didn't see a book shelf anywhere, so she kept them in the box on the couch. She walked back to his bedroom. She smiled at the thought they would now be sharing a room. She couldn't wait to take their relationship to the next step. She appreciated that Darien wanted to take it slow. It was better for her compared to the other relationships she had been in before. Everything was too fast.

"In here, Darien!" She called back out. She walked to the doorway and stuck her head out. She smiled at him and noticed the bottle of wine in his hand. "I assume that's for us." She giggled, padding out and grinning at him.
 
Darien smiled, and looked down at the wine bottle.
"Oh yeah, I really should have brought something for you too, shouldn't I?" He mused. He chuckled. "Of course it's for us. Thought it might be a good thing to have to welcome you to your new home and all." He looked around the room, taking in what there was around the place. Books. All right, that was fair, he hadn't really set up a shelf for books yet. Adjustment period. He chalked it up to that. Both of them were going to need to make some adjustments. Though it did make him wonder what else she might have gotten up to. He went into the kitchen, adn slid out a pair of good sized wine galsses. He only owned a few of these, and he had been proud of them for some time. Inherited, papssed to him from his grandmother, they were real crystal, and he didn't use tem lightly. But still, welcoming her to the place, it seemed like the right kind of gesture.

He went back into the living room, glasses in hand.
"Cheers then! To us." He said with a smile.
 
Madeline already knew who the wine was for. It was just a fun thing to do with Darien. She giggled softly and smiled up at him. "Aw. Thank you, Darien. I don't even know how I could repay you." She said softly. She was just so happy. Mainly because she finally had a place to stay. She promised she'd try to pay half of the rent. It was only fair. She just had to find a job and manage to keep it. She started to think about his apartment. There were some things that needed to be done. First, a book shelf. She wasn't too keen on keeping her books in a box for months. Second, another dresser. She didn't want to take up his drawers. It only made sense to try and get another one. She ran a hand through her hair and braided it to the front. She tied it off, watching him go into the kitchen and grab the wine glasses.

She took one from him and smiled. "Cheers to us!" She was excited to drink wine. It felt like it's been forever since she last had a glass of it.
 
"Oh don't worry about it. It's a tradition whenever I get a new roomate. Or, you know it would be if I'd had roomates that I actually liked before this. But it's part of the welcome you home package!" He Half rambled. He hadd to admit he was thinking about a lot of things. Her living here was bound to bring changes. But as long as he was able to set teh tempo of those changes, he supposed he could get used to it. And besides, living with her would likely have a few...fringe benefits. THough he had to admit, he was bone weary after the maoving, adn having had to work earlier in the day as well. It made it hard to keep his thoughts in line properly.

Regardless, he answered the raise of her glass, and took a long pull of his own. He thanks all the Gods that it was Friday, so he didn't have to go to work for a few days, let him unwind, decompress, adn get settled in to the idea of having someone else sharing his living space. He moved over towards the couch, and sat down, patting the seat beside himself as an invitation for her to join him.
 
"There's a welcome home package? I can't wait to see what else would be in it." Madeline replied. She started to think what the "home package" was. She knew that with them living together, sooner or later they were going to have sex. The idea excited her. It seemed forever since she last did it. It would be weird at first living together. She never really had a roommate. She usually didn't get anywhere who fit her interests, but she had Darien. He was perfect for her, and she knew it. She wanted to their relationship to last long. She really loved him after all.

She smiled at him and tilted the glass back to her lips. The sensation of the wine hitting her throat brought back many memories from before. She smiled against the glass and pulled it away. She licked her lips and looked at him sitting on the couch. She giggled and sauntered over teasingly. She sat down beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. "I can't thank you enough for letting me live with you."
 
Darien shook his head slightly, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Don't think too much on it. I'd have to be a special kind of asshole not to help you out when you need it most of all." He said idly, all the while his brain whirled. What the hell was he saying? Of course she should think something of it! Bringing her to live here was a rather large step for both of them, but she had to move anyway, he was putting himself out by doing this. He drew himself up before his body language started to mimick his thoughts. He let out a breath, keeping himself calm. Freaking out never helped anyone do anything. Nothing contructive anyway.

He started to push his thoughts through what he'd ahve to do int he coming days. Stock on extra food. he had enough for himself to last a week or so, but with her, that would probably vanish faster. Then, he could see she had quite a few books. She'd probably want a shelf or something to put them on. He could probably scare something up from some of guys he worked with. They owed him a few favours here and there, adn bookshelf seemed a good use of one. Besides, it would give him an excuse to actually get a few books of his own in the long run. He could make a call about it soon.
"How's this sound. I work with a guy who does carpentry and the like on the side. We'll get a bookshelf built here int he living room. Floor to ceiling, right into the wall. Should give you room for all your books, and a hundred more." He offered.
 
Madeline knew she shouldn't be over thinking it with him. He offered to take her in in her time of need. It was just a good thing they were dating. "I know. I'm just happy you decided to help me out. I don't know where I would've gone other than the street." She told him before taking another sip from her glass of wine. Her fingers tapped on the glass as she thought about things. She wondered how long she would have to live with him. She wanted to live with him for a while, but she didn't know if he had a certain date where he wouldn't want her in the house anymore. She always hated it when people did that. Help you out, then stop all of a sudden. Darien didn't seem like the kind of guy to do that anyway.

She decided not to think about how long she would be living with him. Instead, she decided to focus on the positives about living with him. They would get to share a bed, see each other more often, and other things. She though it was a start to a healthy relationship with him. She wondered if he was going to get them a bookshelf. She definitely wasn't keeping her books in boxes for months. She glanced around the room, studying it to see where they could put one. There wasn't a whole lot of room in an apartment for one. Her eyes went to him as he started talking again. She listened closely, and her face beamed. "Really? You would do that? In the wall bookshelf. That's amazing!" She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Are you sure about it? I don't want you to pay for anything, though. I don't want to run your money for a bookshelf." She said softly.
 
Darien smiled. It was a pretty common mistake people made, to think that the people he worked with actually dealt with one another using money. But the vast majority of people did, so it made sense. But cash tended to sour things between people, so they kept it out of things as often as possible.
"The guy's name is Paul. I helped him put in a furnace, and put a roof on his house. So we agreed that I get a project on him. So it won't actually cost me anything." He explained. He pointed to a blank expanse of wall, maybe four feet across, between the hall that led to the kitchen, and coat closet. "We can set it there, right into the wall so it won't get in the way. Besides, it will give me an excuse to actually get a few books myself." He leaned his own head over, laying on hers.

"This is home for you now. Long as you need it. Call it your safe harbour. And you already offered to help out with rent, as soon as you're working. And I know you're not one for laying around and doing nothing, so I don't think it'll be too long. So...relax some. And let's actually make this feel like home for you, okay?" He siad calmly.
 
Madeline didn't want to sound rude. Honestly, she wanted to live here. She hoped she didn't come off disrespectful towards him. She promised him once she got a job, she would start helping pay the rent. Finding a job wouldn't be so easy. She had been fired numerous times, and that didn't look good on a resume. She listened to him as he explained who the man was who would make the bookshelf. "That's great." She looked at the space he pointed to on the wall. She tilted her head and imagined a bookshelf exactly that size into the wall. "I always wanted a bookshelf that was in the wall. Books...everywhere." She giggled softly and kissed his neck softly as he rested his head against hers.

She pulled her legs up onto the couch. She leaned against him, twirling the glass in her hand. She listened to him talk to her about the rent and things. She smiled softly and nodded. "Let's just hope I can find a job that would accept me even with the number of firings I have." She said almost pitifully. It wasn't her fault she was feisty. She chuckled to herself. "Well, cheers to Darien being the best boyfriend ever." She giggled softly and kissed him deeply.
 
She seemed to be enjoying the thought of the bookshelf, and that was good by his measure. It was a good concession as far as he was concerned. She was clearly a bigger reader than he was, given the fact she had enough books to need a shelf. He had to grin at her words of him as the best boyfriend ever.
"I try hun, I try." He said with an exaggerated tone to his voice. Then she was in front of him, kissing him rather heavily.

His arms went around ehr on their own, bringing her close to him, and he leaned into the kiss, having to say that he'd always enjoyed this aspect of their relationship. She was quite a lot of fun to make out with. And here on the couch, he had the image of her under him screaming his name as he fucked her senseless. He felt one of his hands sliding under the material of her shirt, and moving higher, before the way his mind seemed to start to burn with teh fatigue of the day. He roundly cursed himself in his mind. He did want to move things along with her. And she was clearly in the same boat. He broke off their kiss, and dragging his teeth along her neck before catching her face in a hand, cupping the side of her face.
"Oh, you are a handful, you know that right? And so very...very...tempting." He admit to her with a wink. He gave her a brief, quick kiss. "And as much as I want to indulge right now...it has been a long day, and I don't want to disapoint you."
 
Her mind started to come up with images of what the room would look like with the bookshelf. She pictured the wood would be polished dark to go against the bright room. She liked the idea of that. She almost wanted to squeal from her excitement. She was so happy that he was actually getting her a bookshelf. Well, for them since he was going to buy some books too. She laughed at his reply to her compliment before she was on his lap, kissing him deeply.

For once Madeline thought this would go on and not stop after a while. She had been waiting several months after all. She reached behind her with the glass in hand and set it on the coffee table. She didn't want to end up spilling it all over him. She moved her arms around his head as she playfully bit his lower lip. She found him exciting to do these "sessions" with. If she had to compare him to her past boyfriends, he definitely was better. She felt one of his hands moving up under her shirt. She wanted him to continue, but he suddenly stopped by breaking off their kiss. She let out a low moan when she felt his teeth against her neck. She glanced at him and smiled as he cupped her face. She unwrapped her arms from his neck and moved them down to rest against his chest. She always loved feeling him like this. She raised an eyebrow after he kissed her briefly. Quickly, a look of disappointment clearly stated she was upset. "Oh okay. That's fine. I understand." She pulled away and grabbed their glasses. "I'll get you more wine." It was clear both of them did not, but she made up an excuse to get out of the room at the moment. She sighed softly as she walked to the kitchen and set the glasses down on the counter.
 
Darien put hisface in his hands as she left the room. Gods, he wanted to call her back and finish the job. But he also didn't want to half ass is way through things. But this at least put to rest any doubts he might have had as to potential 'fringe' benefits that he might be getting from her living here. While she was in the kitchen, he quickly sent off a text to Paul, giving him an idea of what he was looking for, and the rough measurements of the location. It only took a minute for Paul to confirm he'd be happy to do it. Darien nodded, content with that. It would be a nice shelf, and it would look pretty good on the wall.

He stood, and followed out to the kitchen, stepping close behind Madeline, and putting his arms around her.
"Tell ya what. Tomorrow night. I'll order us in a nice dinner. Good bottle of wine. We'll make an evening of it, okay? We'll make it count, and we'll make it special. Sound good to you?" He said quietly at her ear.
 
Madeline was beyond upset. She really wanted to go further, but to her it was obvious he didn't want to. She started to wonder if they were even going to get further. She was just relieved she was able to go to the kitchen and not explode on him. If it was other times when they were not living together, she would've understood, but now they were living together, and he wasn't going to do anything. She broke away from her thoughts when she realized she was gripping the glasses too tight. She sighed softly and poured more wine into them anyway. She just needed a few moments to recollected herself and not end up yelling at Darien. It wasn't his fault.

She wasn't paying attention to his footsteps as he walked to the kitchen behind her. She set the glasses on the table and felt his arms around her. She smiled softly and closed her eyes, listening to him as he spoke to her in her ear. She nuzzled back at him and smiled. "I would love that, Darien. Thank you." She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on her toes and kissed him softly on his lips. She pulled away and took their glasses. "How about we go finish this in the bedroom? Cuddled up, I mean." She giggled.
 
Darien smiled.
"That'd be great babe." He agreed. He saw she had the glasses in her hands, and decided that maybe he should do something that made him look a little...gallant. With a swift, practiced motion, he leaned down, and swept her up off her feet, and into his arms. Madeline wasn't all that big, and working construction for a living had given Darien more upper body strength than his frame would suggest. So it was with a great deal of ease that he carried Madeline out of th kitchen, and into the bedroom. There were a few thigns laid out on the bed, but Darien wasn't so completely OCD that a mess would set him off. He sat down, still holding her, adn swept the bed clear. He smiled at her, and kissed her.

"I hope this isn't too far from what you were hoping for?" He asked her teasingly.
 
Playfully, Madeline took a sip from both of the glasses. She smiled up at him after she did so. She was actually quite happy she was drinking wine again. She held them tightly while she watched him bend down. "W-what--" She was cut off as he scooped her up into his arms. She squealed and buried her head into Darien's chest, temporarily scared. She thought something else was about to happen. She had forgotten that he worked construction. She eventually opened her eyes to watch him carry her to their bedroom. During the whole walk there, she managed not to spill any of the wine from the glasses. She set them down on the nightstand and kissed him softly. "Well, my gallant knight, this was exactly what I was thinking. Someone to sweep me off my feet." She laughed softly and kissed his cheek.
 
Darien only smiled at her.
"We aim to please here." He mused to her, his voice very quiet as he leaned forward a little. His teeth gently nibbled her ear before he kissed the side of her neck. She'd wanted to be close, and he wanted to same. He didn't plan on anything more than some time getting that feeling of closeness, but he'd gotten carried away in the past. And he didn't think it would really be such a terrible tragedy if he did tonight. He'd just...play it by ear.

Dinner. And more wine. Tomorrow was going to be expensive, but he did have money set aside for just such an occasion. Hardly difficult on his budget, it was just the effort involved. He was letting her move in, stay with him, it just felt as though he should be the one getting the effort put into, not the other way around. But, perhaps he was feeling unreasonable. He pushed the thought away as he leaned slowly back onto the bed, carrying her along with him, but giving her the chance to keep the wine balanced, or set it on the headboard.
 
Madeline stroked his cheek with her right hand softly. She loved him so much. She turned her head to the side slightly as he nibbled on her ear. She gasped softly and let out a quiet moan. She closed her eyes, moving her arms around his neck once more and pulling him closer to her. Now, she was glad she put the wine glasses down. She actually didn't mind that he was doing this. She enjoyed the feeling of his lips against her neck. It definitely was a different sensation.

She started to think about tomorrow night. She was genuinely excited. She appreciated he wanted to make today up to her. It showed that he truly was a gentlemen. She started to come up with plans on what to do tomorrow. Unpack my clothes, find something nice and sexy just for Darien, and just look nice. She said in her head. She gripped him tightly and smiled softly. "I like this kind of cuddling." She teased, kissing his jaw line before kissing his neck. She ran her tongue across his skin as she left small marks on his neck.
 
She was a little feisty, a little aggressive...just the way he liked it in situations like this. He let her work on his neck, enjoying the attention, while he ran his hands up her sides. He moved his hands back down, and when they rose again, they rose against the skin instead of her chirt, getting his hands under her clothes. He made no real aggressive move, but he did want her to know how much he was looking forward to things tomorrow.
"I find myself...partial to it as well." Darien admitted, taking a short breath as she ran her tongue over a particularly sensitve spot on his neck.

Before he really thought about it, he got his arms around her, and rolled over, putting her underneath of him, and smiled down at her, kissing her deeply, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of her face. Oh, it was suggestive, adn he knew how easy it might be for him to get carried away when they were like this, but he had to admit, that it felt great to be doing. Madeline really was excellent company, and she was the only woman that he'd dated that he legitimately felt might be a good match to live with him.
 
Madeline often enjoyed it when she was able to do this to him. Over the years, she had come to know the spots on a man's neck that really gets them. She had to admit she did feel a little guilty for knowing that. She groaned softly against his neck as he moved his hands up her sides. She knew he wasn't going to advance from that, but it was a nice hint of what was going to happen tomorrow. Now she was definitely looking forward to it. Just the thought of it sent images through her mind.

The young woman wasn't expecting Darien to do something more than run his hands up her sides. She squealed softly and gripped him as they rolled her, her laying on her back with him on top. She smiled and returned the deep kiss. She pulled away after a while. "I love you so much, Darien." She said softly, kissing his cheek. Those words felt so right against her lips. It had been a while since she last told that to someone and actually meant it. With him, she realized she actually meant those words, and she wasn't just saying it to make her boyfriend happy. It felt good.
 
Darien smiled, a happy, sincere one.
"Love you to Maddie." He said softly, and kissed her again. He backed off, and smiled again. "Gods, you are so beautiful. Lucky we found each other." He breathed, seeming to just think out loud more than actually try to actively flatter her. ANd he was surprised to know that she did mean a lot to him. He shifted over settling close beside her, and pulling her close to him. The closeness, the contact, these were good things for him.

But unfortunately, his day was rapidly catching up to him, and he could feel himself fading out.
"It'll be a great day for us tomorrow Maddie. I promise you tha." He whispered. He was already half way into dozing. Stupid bed, and being comfortable. He wanted to sleep, but he wanted to be awake with her, because he found her to be a terribly tempting woman. When he finally drifted off, he was still thinking about how much fun they were going to have tomorrow.
 
Madeline was more than happy. She couldn't describe it. She ran hand over his cheek and nuzzled him. "I know. I guess it was just lucky we were at the club at the same time." She whispered, reminiscing in the memories of the night they met. She curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. It felt nice to be resting in his arms for once. She knew she was going to enjoy living at his apartment. She looked up at him and nodded slightly. "I know it will, Darien." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She knew tomorrow was going to be a great day for them.

She woke up fairly late in the morning. She guessed it had to be that she was with another person, it made her feel better. She didn't know, but she didn't care. She rose from the bed, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She looked down at him and kissed him good morning. "Good morning, Darien." She said softly as she stood up. She fished through some of the boxes and pulled out her toothbrush. She stripped out of her clothing while he was looking away before walking inside the connecting bathroom to take a shower.
 
Darien roused slowly, but had his wits about him shortly after she was up. He caught a brief glimpse of her as she moved out...minus her clothes. Tease... He thought to himself. He had the impulse of following her, climbing into the shower with her and... he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Time enough for that tonight. Things to do today. Wine and bookshelf. He planned to go out for the wine, give Madeline a little time on her own in case she wanted to do something on her end. And to be frank, she had in the past liked to do small surprises for him. And he didn't want to deprive her of the chance to do so again.

He checked his phone. There was a text waiting on it, and it seemed Paul was close by, wondering if he could stop by to check things out. Darien paused, and told him to wait a bit. He didn't really think Madeline would be pleased at having a man in the place she'd never met before, while she was getting out of the shower. Not the best way to have her first day in the apartment go. He went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. If there was one thing he could do it was breakfast.

Eggs, mixed with spices, cheese, and fried carefully, layered on toast to make a sandwhich. He made two, and set them on a rack, putting them over the pan, letting them keep warm. He smiled, adn waited for Madeline, wondering if she'd be able to smell the food yet. It was a good way to start off the day.
 
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