little a c c i d e n t s. [ banks x procyonix ]

[hernameisbanks]

Truthfully, she should have seen this coming, angrily slamming the door of her bedroom as she tossed her heels off onto her bed, frustration evident as she moved around her room. It wasn't the first time her boyfriend had cancelled plans basically right before, this one something she had been looking forward to all week. The reservations to the new restaurant downtown had taken a kidney and a half to get on the waiting list for, so when she got the call from the hostess earlier in the week stating their openings, she was thrilled and jumped at the idea of Sunday. It was perfect, the day before her courses started in the morning. And now, here she was, angrily using her thumbs to text one of her friends that she wasn't going. She wasn't going to the restaurant because her stupid boyfriend had decided that he had other plans, better plans than being with her that night.​

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In retrospect, she should have dumped him then. She should have ripped him to shreds in a phone call because that was all he deserved but she didn't, instead sighing as she laid back on her bed, eyes glaring up at the popcorn ceiling. The sound if her phone vibrating was what tempted her out of simply falling asleep furious, her friend had responded so rapidly with a fantastic idea that had never crossed her mind. The black dress, her make up was already done, gently pushing her glasses back on her nose, she had even shaved her legs and this alone forced her to close her eyes. Groaning out as she sat up and reminded herself to stay calm, her thumbs worked up a response of I'm going. faster than she could get off the bed. ​

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It didn't take very long at all for her friends to arrive in an Uber, the sound of her heels clicking as she bounded down from her recently acquired apartment. One would assume that when your girlfriend had an entire apartment to herself, it would make the most sense to be over with her frequently. But clearly, Mia Thompson was asking for too much. It was fine, the chatter among her friends welcome to take her mind off of being stood up by her boyfriend. The petite brunette was going to have fun whether it was with her boyfriend or with her friends, who were currently maneuvering her through the line and flashing IDs. Being that she was just a few short months near her twenty first birthday and still somehow managed to be given a wristband for drinks, she was going to count this as a sign for a good night. It didn't take long at all for one of her friend had slipped a vodka cranberry into her hand and was dragging her out onto the dance floor.​

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The throb of the bass to the song seemed to push any negative thoughts out of her head, laughing as she shifted her hips to the music, dancing among her friends until one of them murmured into her ear about someone watching her. Mia was already holding her second drink, glancing over her shoulder now as she took note of an older man watching the group of them, shaking her head faintly, "I doubt he's looking at me." This was how Mia was, easy to brush off something casually in the event that he more than likely wasn't, the brunette shifting her fingers back through her hair as she continued to forget the previous anger she had felt at the beginning of the night. ​

 

[Procyonix]

Hunter Jackson was sitting at the bar watching a group of students come in. It was the last night before the start of fall term, and most of the students were out celebrating their last night before they had to study again for a few months. Not that it stopped the partying for any save the best of students for the entire semester, but enough would stop for a while at least to make this final weekend of their summer meaningful. Hunter was an odd bird among the professors, he kept to himself for the most part, not really mixing with the other faculty. He had been born into money, so lacked the need to publish or perish. He was content with his position teaching Philosophy to undergrads. It allowed him to influence minds, and he'd found more than a few lovers over the years in his classrooms. Naturally, it was a firing offense to be caught with a coed, especially in this day and age of lawsuits and harassment claims. But he was cautious, he never hurt a girl, and generally speaking never took a girl against her will. Sometimes the circumstances were questionable, but not not non-consensual. He, like most men, had his type. The quiet cute bookish girls, the smart ones who spend more time in the library than out partying. Often he felt that those sorts of women, once awakened to sex, made the most wonderful partners. And just like in his classrooms, he was very adept at awakening them.

The girl he noticed was exactly his type. Soft lush brown hair, big glasses, sexy in that bookworm sort of way. Dressed in a little black dress. And from the way the others were all buzzing around her, he would suspect that they were here to cheer her up. Watching her, he smiled softly in her direction. She had seen him and looked away, so the next time her eyes landed in his direction, he gave her a warm grin and raised his glass or bourbon to her as a toast. He pondered his options. At fifty, he was old enough to be most of the student's father. But he liked girls younger. Twenty to twenty two was the sexual peak of a woman studies said. And thus it was the range he preferred his lovers. She looked bout the right age. And she was drinking, pretty quickly it looked like. She'd barely gotten here and was on her second bottle that he could see. Flagging down a waitress, he gave the woman a twenty. "Get that girl whatever she wants, and if you can point her in my direction, you can keep the change," he grinned.

Dressed casual on the warm summer night, he wore nothing more than a pair of white cotton pants and loafers with a light blue open neck shirt under which he wore a simple black tank style undershirt. It spoke to his activeness, as he had just come from the tennis courts on his way back home. His sun glasses were draped on his tank, likely dating him slightly, but he didn't really care. He rarely got a complaint about how he dressed. Or about how he undressed for that matter. If she needed some cheering up, he would be more than happy to help her with that.

 

[hernameisbanks]

She had decided it best to long since forget about the lazy habits of what her boyfriend would be doing, probably being gross among his peers and playing some video game. Which, wouldn’t normally bother Mia the way it did tonight. She knew he was like that when she had met him, having a pull toward playing videogames, but he earned the money to play them and to buy them, so who was she to judge him for what he did in his spare time. However, tonight what she did with the time that she had been spared, was going to be having fun with her friends, among her peers doing something she normally wouldn’t ever do. Really, Mia should be at home getting ready for her next day of classes, but the junior was instead, at the popular club, dancing among her friends as though she was used to this.

She should be at home, and not near the halfway mark on drink number two, feeling the buzz as it tingled the bridge of her nose and cheeks. God, are you trying to get drunk? What caused her to turn her head and briefly stop her fluid movements, was when a bottle waitress stopped her with a gentle pat to her lower back, her hand left in the space as she leaned in to listen to the woman’s soft toned words. Apparently, she was given the option for a free drink, the waitress taking it upon herself to bring her another of her drink of choice for the evening before nodding her head toward the man in question who had paid for it. Alright, so maybe he had been looking at her, slightly tuning out one of her friends encouraging the act of going over to thank him. Fingers gripping the chilled glass as she debated it over and over again, the alcohol forcing her forward.

It was only right, really. Polite to tell him thank you for the drink he had paid for, going out of his way to send the waitress to her in the first place. It was only right, and with a gentle nudge of her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Mia offered a soft smile as she gently raised the glass to this man. “Thanks for the drink.”

 

[Procyonix]

Hunter smiled as she walked over. The hesitation in her was obvious, she hadn't been certain she should. Whatever brought her here clearly was something unusual, she didn't seem at all comfortable in this setting. Or was it what had brought her here that made her uncomfortable? Boyfriend trouble? Perhaps. Of course it could be girlfriend trouble. Or non-binary companion trouble. The world had changed a great deal since he was twenty. One thing working at a respected college was you were taught to change with the times, and so he had. At least on the surface. Underneath the hood as they say, he hadn't really. After all, his favorite pass time was against both school and societal rules these days. And meeting girls in a club to hook up was just.. down right out of the question entirely. Even though it happened every day.

But none of that mattered to him, the only thing that mattered was the pretty girl with the glasses as she stood at his table finally. The soft thank you made him smile. When he spoke, his voice was charming and warm, “You're more than welcome, you looked like you needed it. Would you care to join me for a bit? Maybe dance in a little while? It's been a while since I've seen somebody as pretty as you in this club. I'd like to know more about this mysterious girl that has graced the club tonight” His eyes were intense as he looked at her, drinking in her figure and the classic beauty in her face.

Standing up, he offered her a chair at his table, hoping she would take it. But he would be the gentleman. She struck him as the sort that would want a knight in shining armor. The gallant hero to steal a kiss between vows of chastity. Well while Hunter had no clue about chastity or any intention to learn about it, he could certainly pull the knight role off. It wasn't that he was a bad man, really. Not at all. He did enjoy helping students prepare for the world. He did do charity because he enjoyed it. But past that, he was morally bankrupt. A narcissist with the means to get what he wanted usually. A chameleon who could be the man a woman hoped to find. After the initial hook up, it was always up to the girl if she would stay or go. But few ever left.

 

[hernameisbanks]

Even despite having sized both him and his loafers up from a distance, the brunette found her taking in more of the older man's face as she grew near. He was handsome to say the very least, a certain aura about him that seemed as though he had answers to the questions she had yet to ask, the lull in his voice almost soothing as he spoke. Or maybe that was the alcohol playing with her. Whatever it was, she didn't turn and run after saying her thank you, blushing softly when he mentioned her being pretty and even further went on to be a smooth talker.

Considering where her head had been when they'd originally gotten to the club, Mia counted this as a welcome exchange even if her boyfriend was still a faint thought in her head. "I.. I shouldn't, I came here with my friends." Mia started to form an excuse, but glanced back to said friends who were giving her wide eyes and waving hands, laughing instantly and rolling her eyes. "Sure." Shit, why not. Her friends had all but demanded she come over to greet him, so when he offered the seat he had been in, she moved around him and settled herself into it. Now came the tricky part, the music thrumming into her chest as she gently nudged her glasses up her nose and looked to the older man again, "So, you come here often then?"

 

[Procyonix]

Smiling as she sat down, he knew that starting a conversation with a stranger in a club atmosphere was usually awkward so her question made his smile grow wider. "I'm a regular sometimes, and other times, not so much. Coming to a club alone can get old after a while," he shrugged. His eyes drank her in openly, enjoying what he saw. The glasses were the perfect touch to give her exactly the look he loved. He could completely see her in the library all night studying for her next paper. "So what brings you here? You don't strike me as the club type. Far too sweet and innocent to be a bar fly," he told her with a grin. And far too pretty to go home alone if you were, he added in his mind. He had no intention of letting her go home alone tonight either. But separating her from her friends was only the first step, though they seemed all for it. Which made him curious even further.

But he didn't want to be too blatant, in case she wasn't as naive as she seemed about men. She was dressed well, very well actually, for a night out. Almost as if she was seeking attention. Though he wasn't stupid enough to assume so. That was how men like him ended up in jail. And while he couldn't deny that he likely deserved it, he had no desire to experience it. Nobody got hurt from his tastes. He never bartered sex for grades, since the girls he liked were the top percent in his class already usually. He just liked women with soft curves, tight asses, and no wrinkles, was that bad?

 

[hernameisbanks]

Under no other circumstances had she ever been in this club, hell the rarity of clubs in general for the twenty year old were outlandish. She had gotten into college based on a scholarship that gave her an almost full ride, and yet she still worked part time as a barista for any extra expenditures she felt she needed. Mia felt that she was intelligent, but college had definitely opened her eyes to so much, even her boyfriend was a new experience, one that was able to spend the night and things of that nature. And yet, Mia was still absolutely blind that this man had intentions, he had intentions and had already mapped out his ideal night with the college student he stood near, and she hadn't caught on in the slightest. Maybe that was the universe making this easier for them both, taking another soft sip as he explained himself. "I'd imagine so."

She definitely wouldn't have come here alone, that was for sure. The way he teased her for what brought her here, going far enough to again mention her appearance as something innocent, Mia knew it was easily the glasses. She had already forgone wearing contacts tonight, so not wearing them was out of the question. Unfortunately, the alcohol made her blurt out the honest truth faster than she would like, "I got stood up-" Wow you're an idiot. It caught her off guard even though it had come from her mouth, Mia unable to resist her laughter as she used the back of her hand to cover her mouth, shaking her head softly, "And I didn't want to waste an outfit and the preparation, yknow?"

 

[Procyonix]

So he had been right about her after all. This trip was boy related. The man was a fool clearly. To let this girl go out angry and slighted? Well he got what he deserved, or rather in this case, didn't get what he didn't deserve. Now all he had to do was earn that prize himself and ride off into the night like the conquering hero before plundering her young tight body. The thought was enough to make him rock hard which was why he stood to allow his slacks to cover his erection for the moment. "I see," he said quietly. His eyes sparkled with what was undisguised contempt for the man who had stood her up as he asked, "What sort of an idiot stands a girl like you up? Especially in that beautiful dress? He doesn't deserve you."

While he didn't claim to be a regular, he knew the place well enough to know the DJ's music preferences, and it was coming to the part of the evening when he would start the slower dances that couples could get closer together. It was always curious from his point of view, but it was often fortuitous to him. So before the slow part came on, he would get her out there for a more traditional club dance. "Care to dance with a man who appreciates you?" he asked with a soft grin.

 

[hernameisbanks]

By now the alcohol was causing that familiar tingle to her skin, the bridge of her nose tingling and that same sensation in her belly. Her thoughts were cloudy as she attempted to remind herself in a circular fashion that she had a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend, no matter how handsome this man was or how he looked at her or how he fed her compliments. Still, her own boyfriend had stood her up and broken her dinner plans. Clicking her tongue behind her teeth softly, watching the way he looked almost understanding to her issue, the young woman was again at the halfway point of this drink before she knew it, setting it on the table as a silent Slow down to herself. Mia hadn't told him that the guy was her boyfriend, and it felt normal for her not to, smiling softly as he repeated very similar phrases to her friends.

It still sounded better coming from a man. Or was that the vodka?

When he offered to dance though, her eyes left him again and moved out toward the dance floor she had so recently been on, that tingle causing her to stand gently, almost as though she were steadying herself in her heels before nodding her head softly. Well, if she could still stand, she was good to go, Mia offering a gentle smile, "Sure." Why not? Her boyfriend wasn't here and this could have been him, pulling her out onto the dance floor to enjoy the night.

 

[Procyonix]

Leading her out onto the dance floor, Hunter smiled. Letting her hand go once they found a spot to dance, he started to show that while he was older, he could in fact dance. And dance well in fact. He stayed as close to her as the music permitted, just on the edge of her personal space, not pushing it, but close enough for her to be aware of him, of his cologne, and of his body heat that was radiating out by now. His cologne was simple, not the oppressive scent so many men favored these days. Simple classic time-tested ingredients: sandalwood, ginger, musk and a hint of bourbon. As they danced, he let his hands touch her from time to time, usually along her back, especially the small of her back. His experience had been that women loved that. But he also knew that every woman was different. But still he enjoyed doing it as well, so why not?

As the music slowed down, just as he predicted it would, he moved in close to her and slid his arms around her waist. "I love that this club includes softer slower dances," he told her with a grin. "I hope you don't mind? But I would be lying if I didn't admit to wanting to hold you in my arms a little while," his voice was husky and masculine, not an affectation, more just the heat in his body and his arousal making his voice show it more. If she was one who got such messages, that he wanted her was there for her to see. But if she had missed the earlier cues, he suspected that she might miss this one too.

 

[hernameisbanks]

The sound of the music thumping around them, for a moment she thought he looked out of place compared to everyone else around them, with his loafers and the way his sunglasses were tucked into his shirt, but he was undoubtedly handsome. It was amusing to her for a little bit, their bodies occasionally connecting in the smooth brushes of their movements, occasionally a bit of skin to touch when their arms would move against one another’s. This was fine, right, technically not considered cheating, simply out having fun and happened to fall into conversation with a handsome older man who surprisingly could dance, the tickle of his fingers along her lower back occasionally sending bolts of static up her spine.

Of course what furthered this feeling was when the song so carefully shifted, and it seemed he was intent on moving with it, his arms snaking around her waist and feeling his hands settle at the space on her lower back. Looking up at him now, perhaps it was the alcohol or even the lighting, but this was an angle she certainly appreciated from this man, not making an immediate move to run to get away from him, finding her hands had settled against his chest and seemed to simply fit there. His words forced another blush, laughing softly in a nervous habit she had never broken since her childhood, shaking her head softly, “I.. Well, I guess it’s just dancing, right?” Consider the point, missed.

 

[Procyonix]

The dance continued, and with her not stopping him from holding her, he continued to do so. With each slow piece they played, he grew slowly almost imperceptibly closer to her until nearly every movement made by either of them resulted in their bodies touching in some intimate fashion or other. The longer she let him hold her, the lower his hands moved down her body, until finally they came to rest on her firm ass cheeks cupping them each with one palm. Looking down at her as the warmth between them grew, he smiled, "Am I a bad man for saying that I am glad you got stood up? It brought you here, to me." Once more, his voice was deep and filled with arousal.

Finally, it was time for his move. With him looking down into her eyes, he lowered his face to hers and brought his mouth to her lips and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, yet filled with heat and promise. Not at all the sort of kiss a stranger in a bar would be giving her, but rather the kiss of a lover, somebody she was already intimate with. Gentle despite the heat in it, it felt very intimate to him, and he hoped to her as well. Seducing her wouldn't be about raw sex appeal, it would be about intimacy and showing her that he understood the difference between lust and intimacy, and that generally speaking, the later was what more woman than not craved.

 

[hernameisbanks]

What seemed so casual, and yet still so intimate, was slowly spiraling into something more, something her boyfriend would not be comfortable with. What was even further, was when his hands grazed over her and settled just below her waist, right on the curve of her ass, it caused her eyes to grow wide behind her glasses, her cheeks blushing vividly as he leaned in closer to tell her how he was thankful she was here, thankful she had gotten stood up. She felt like she was about to explode, and perhaps it was the alcohol that kept her cemented there, still with him and letting his hands feel her up with intentions. Of course, what happened next would seem predictable to anyone else, it hadn't been for Mia.

"Oh I-" But before any further words would come out of her mouth, his lips were on hers and she felt lightheaded. It was embarrassing, and she couldn't decide if she could hear her friends saying anything or not. What she was sure of though, her hand settling against his chest, was that it felt good, feeling her own lips press gently back toward him. She was disregarding her boyfriend, had damn near forgotten his name by the time they broke the kiss, breathing out softly as she stared up at him with hazy, half lidded eyes. "Wow," First, laughing softly before shaking her head as she spoke again, "I don't even know your name."

 

[Procyonix]

The irony of their not knowing one another's name, nor how his name might be taken wasn't lost on him. But that wasn't really all that important. She had reciprocated very intimately. And while that could be the alcohol talking, it could also be much more. The kiss had been intense, even by his standards. He smiled down at her and stroked her cheek softly. "Hunter," he told her. "What's yours?" he asked her in response. It was more courtesy than anything at the moment, her name wasn't important. Where they were headed right now was. There was a time for names later. In that respect, he was aptly named. He was hunting, and she was his prey. And he knew prey that was ready to be taken. And this girl was it.

With her nestled in his arms the way she was, her hands on his chest, felt wonderful. And left her in prime position for more. His hands held her ass cheeks firmly now as he pulled her to him again, this time close enough that his hardening cock would touch her stomach through his slacks. The kiss was intimate and passionate as before, soft and wild at the same time. Once the kiss broke, he placed his arm around her waist and started to guide her off the dance floor. It was time to take her someplace darker, more private. Leading her to the back of the club, he pressed her softly yet firmly against the wall, and descended on her mouth once more. This kiss while still intimate was far more. It was filled with heat and desire, the desire born of the intimacy they had shared. Even if it was lust, it wasn't simple lust. It was something far more intense.

 

[hernameisbanks]

What was happening? Was it a result of the alcohol, she couldn't quite find herself wrapping her head around it being just that. He spoke to her so smoothly, so casually as though he knew her story and had heard all these things before. Honestly it was a bit terrifying, but was there some sort of thrill in that? Maybe that's what forced her closer to him, forced her to seek out his warmth and the hazy look in his eyes called to her, told her to stay close to him as he touched her skin and told her his name. "Mia," Came her soft spoken answer, the blush still there on her cheeks as she felt his grip take a fateful squeeze to the soft curve of her rear, gripping her as though he had zero desire to let go of her. Perhaps, she should fall into this, the decision basically made for her by the time she felt his bulge through the leg of his khakis.

This was moving quickly but she knew none of her friends were disapproving, they would have intercepted by now, wouldn't they? That was what friends were for, especially in a club environment, only her mind distanced itself from her friends the moment he kissed her so deeply again. God, she could forget quite a bit with kisses like those. And really, that sounded like the perfect idea, following him after discarding her half filled drink on some table, a sign she was no longer in need of it and wouldn't be coming back for it as she followed Hunter through the bodies of dancing people. Her back was soon flattened against a dark wall, just to the opposite side of a set of speakers, blocked from the flashing lights as she found his mouth back against hers, the older man's tongue filling her mouth warmly to be met by her own, gently tracing against his the taste of the fruity alcohol she had just been drinking.

Without being aware of it, Mia's hands had fallen back to his chest, then up against his shoulders to link her arms around his neck, inhaling softly as she managed to pull him even closer with the intention of feeling him. She wanted to feel him, his body and his bulge.