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This was out of Five's comfort zone. This was so far out of Five's comfort zone. This was three laps around the track, a marathon, and a brisk morning jog away from the comfort zone.
How did Five find herself in a dark club with blush coloring her face and probably spreading to her ears and chest? Two people were at fault. Maxine Myers and Sara Smith. It was really Sara's fault, but by principle it was Maxine's. It was her Bachelorette party. But Sara organized it. But how the hell did Sara know about this place? Clubs, sure. That Five could handle that. Strip club, girls dancing on stage? Did nothing for Five. But this... this was a participation thing. God, this was way far over a line.
"Why don't we just go to a strip club like normal people do for these?" Five asked the group at the first stop at the bar. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. Talk had already begun on heading out towards the Shack.
"Because Five. None of us can seem to agree what kind of stripping we what to go see." Jody was three (or four) sheet to the wind already. The girl could not drink more than two without getting hammered. She's had four and two shots.
"Besides, this place will have something for everyone. You have to have something you'd like, don't you Five?" Sara teases.
"Well, yeah." Five blushes, really hating this conversation. "But this is a bit weird, isn't it? Just and go have se... sleep with a complete stranger."
"We're all adults here." Eugene grins across the table from the table, knowing just how embarrassed Five is. Five had tried to go to Eugene for advice on this and he had only grinned and made innuendoes and generally made everything worse. "You can call it what is it. We're going out to have a good fu..."
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. That. Is no one else weirded out by this?" Five glances around at the five faces around the table, receiving shrugs and shaking heads. "So, it's just me. Marvelous."
"You don't have to come Five," Maggie assures.
"No harm in that Five. You can back out at any time." Sara says with raised brows.
Five knew what Sara was doing. Posing a challenge. Thinking she could get Five to take the bait. They'd been long time rivals on the track and friends almost as long. Sara thought she could say a few words and get Five to do exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, she was right. Five is not one to back out.
So she's now in the lounge of the club, hoping the darkness is enough to keep anyone from seeing how red in the face she is. They'd all been given a form to fill out. Real, paper and clipboard forms like in the hospital. With questions like: 'Preferred contraceptive protection' and 'Preferred gender of partner' and 'other preferences' with check boxes labeled: 'role play' and 'BDSM' and a line for descriptions.
Five's pen shook as she filled in the form to the best of her ability. She wasn't a virgin by any stretch, but definitely not experienced per say. A few boyfriends and awkward nights. Certain didn't get around like some of her friends do. Not that she didn't enjoy sex, but this... This was something different all together.
But of course as soon as Sara had challenged her, she couldn't back down. And she had a bad feeling it was going to lead to regret.
Her friends were lead off, one by one, until Five was left in the lounge alone. Instinct was pretty much screaming at her to bolt. Door was right there. Just get up and go. Leaving the country was starting to seem like a highly viable option as well.
But then someone is standing in front of her, glancing at a clipboard in their hand.
"Five, is it?" He asks, looking up from the clipboard but down on Five.
Five casts a longing glance at the door then back at the man.
"Yes," She says hesitantly.
"Come with me." He says and turns.
One more look at the door and Five decides to follow. It couldn't possibly be that bad. Oh, that was a bad thought. Thinking things like guaranteed exactly the opposite. And that was just Five's life.
Five carefully trails the man's broad shoulders as he heads down a hall lined with doors. She sends a worried look at each of the doors, not really wanting to know what's going on behind them. She can't hear anything but the music from back in the lounge. Pretty glad about that, actually.
The man finally comes to a stop in front of a door. Five stops behind him, rocking back on her heels and crossing her arms behind her back, trying to control her breathing. As it is, it her pounding heartbeat was reminiscence of how it is after a good run.
"Right inside here. You'll be seeing Sam," He says very matter-of-factly. Like he does this all the time, probably does.
'Seeing,' Five musses. 'That's an interesting way of putting it.'
"Um, thank you."
With a small smile, he leaves Five alone with the door.
'Now or never, not and say we did. I can still run far away.' Five takes a deep, steading breath and puts a hand on the doorknob.
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. As weird as this whole thing was, it had been a long while since she'd been with anyone. Somehow, this could be... fun? Maybe.
Pushing the door open, Five's not exactly certain what to expect on the inside. It's certainly not Sam Yao.
******
He's casually sitting on the couch, flipping through a book when the door opens and the girl creeps inside. Sam knows right away the signs of nerves, seen it plenty of times. But then he gets a good look at the girl. He finds himself unable to stop staring. She's beautiful.
"Hello there," He says in a sultry sort of voice.
'Oh good God, his accent,' Five thinks while getting a good look up and down with widening eyes. The angle of his eyes indicates that he's of an Asian decent, but Five can't figure him out further than that.
"Hi," She says sort of squeakily.
Three metal piercings in the cartilage of his right ear, carefully mussed dark hair, a sliver of a tattoo peeking under his shirtsleeve on his forearm. Exactly the kind of boy you would never take home to mother, unless you wanted to give her a heart attack.
"And you are?" He asks, setting his book aside and leans forward with his forearms on his knees.
It takes her a second to remember how to breath, then a few more for how to speak, then a little too long to remember her name.
"Five," She answers.
"Five?" He raises a questioning brow.
"Yeah, everyone just calls me Five," She says carefully, twisting her hands in front of herself.
"Okay then, Five. I'm Sam Yao."
'Does he have to work at having his voice sound like that, or does it just come naturally?'
"So..." He starts, grinning at how the blush spreads across her face.
"So." Her eyes dart around. "Um... how does this normally... go?" She questions shyly.
"However you want it to go." He smiles gently. In his experience, the shy ones are much more likely to walk out. But he really wants this one to work.
'I've got to have this girl in the bed. Or on the couch. Or up against the wall over there. Maybe all of that and more.' He tries to keep his smile from changing at the thought. She needs gentle encouragement, not a desperate guy trying to charm his way under her clothes.
"Alright, uh..." She looks down and away and Sam can't have that. Can't see those eyes that way.
"Come here," He suggests, patting the couch cushion beside him.
Her eyes dart towards the spot, to his face, away and back again. A few long seconds of silence before she takes an audibly deep breathe and steps closer. It looks like she puts incredible effort into every step, but finally she collapse onto the couch next to him.
"Turn around," He suggests and she stiffens. "Just trust me."
She studies him dubiously through slightly narrowed eyes.
'God, she's even more gorgeous up close,' He thinks.
Slowly, she does as asked, casting a glance back at him. She jumps when his hands touch her shoulders.
"Relax," He whispers. "It's just a back rub."
"Right, right," She mutters under her breath and exhales shakily.
He works on her tense shoulders for a while, trying to get her to loosen up. It doesn't help much. She's wound pretty tight.
"This your first time?" He whispers, voice very close. Five can feel his warm breath on her cheek.
"Yes," She answers without thinking. "I mean here," She adds hastily. "Not in general though, no. How sad would that be?"
Sam chuckles in her ear.
"You'd be really surprised," He informs.
"I actually don't want to know, okay?" She mumbles towards him.
"Okay," Sam promises and feels her start to relax under his hands. He knows a thing or two about how to use his hands. "What brings you to the humble Shack today?" He asks casually.
"Bachelorette party," She answers sort of dreamily.
"Getting married, are we Five?" He tries to ignore the pang of disappointment.
"Not me. Friend. Maxine."
'Girl of few words,' He notes and decides to let it drop, pretending he doesn't smile at the thought that she's single. This is work, not time to think about personal relationships.
She rolls her neck back, hair brushing his nose. He's as close as he can get without pressing his body against hers. God, he wants to be closer.
"If you want me to stop at anytime, you just have to say, okay?" He mutters in her ear, brushing her hair aside.
She nods silently, and he sees that her eyes are closed.
"I actually need an answer, Five. Verbally," He says with seriousness. For a second he's about to ask her for a safe word, but gets the feeling it'll tense her up again and undo all the work he's done to get her relaxing into him. Though it might be worth it to see the blood rush to her face.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." It's barely over a whisper, but it was said so he'll take it.
Slowly, he leans forward to press his lips into the side of her neck, making certain she doesn't flinch or pull away. She doesn't, instead leans into him. And that's good, very good.
He wraps his arms around Five and pulls her flush against his chest.
'God! Really, really good,' He thinks while settling his arms comfortably and pressing more kisses along her neck and up her jaw, seeking lips.
She turns her head and finds his lips. Her kisses are sweet and soft. Not desperate or needy. Sam likes that.
Something mumbled passes her lips that he doesn't catch, even with the proximity.
"What was that?" He questions withdrawing so he can hear what she says.
"This is crazy. I don't even know you." This is just loud enough to hear, whispered like a secret.
"Do you want me to stop?" He loosens his grip around her body but lets his hands drag down the front of her shirt with a feather-like caress.
Her head shakes slowly.
"Talk to me, Five." He mutters into her skin.
"God, no. Don't stop." Her voice borders on desperate. Sam grins into the corner of her mouth.
"If you say so." His hands slip under her shirt. The deep sigh is very rewarding.
Five turns on the couch to meet him full on, tangling a hand into his hair and pressing even closer, practically trapping his wandering hands between him and her stomach. But he still has enough range of motion to slip further up her blouse, relishing in the gasp on his mouth.
"Still alright, Five?" He asks, letting his hand brush at her bra then sliding down again with the slightest pressure.
She starts to nod but then remembers the need to speak. Takes long enough that perhaps she needed to remember how to speak first.
"Yes, fine," She forces against his lips. "Ke... Keep going," It stumbled over, like she's not used to asking for what she wants. Sam guesses she normally is taking things for herself, but not so for matters of intimacy.
"Do you want me to take your shirt off?" Putting every ounce of passion into those words is in no way difficult. He's wanted to do that and more since the moment she walked in the door.
"Go ahead," She agrees, still stealing kisses from his wonderfully responsive mouth.
Sam's fingers are adept at undoing the buttons without looking. Five doesn't think too long on the skill coming from practice. Even with it unbuttoned, it won't leave her shoulders until she releases her hold on his head and slides it off. And then she gets the idea that he is waiting for her to do just that.
Taking a shaky breath, less from nerves now and more from sweet breathlessness, she moves to slide the shirt off and lets it fall away to the floor.
Sam leans back to examine her with a hungry look in his eyes. It changes to confusion when he notices what she's wearing.
"Are you wearing a sports bra?" He questions with a quirked eyebrow.
"I like them. They've comfortable," When he doesn't say anything or make any moves, Five gives her own confused expression. Sam quite likes the wrinkling of her nose when she does. "Why? You have a problem with sports bras?" She sounds a few steps away from being personally offended. Sam laughs and watches the tension diffuse once again, the tiniest smile gracing her face.
"Not at all, just think it would look better on the floor." And... Yes, there's the color to the cheeks, that shy glance away that quickly returns to him. He could really come to enjoy that.
"Well..." She hesitates. "You'd look pretty silly just staring at a sports bra on the floor." And he laughs again, stopping in time to see the smile widening on her face.
"Suppose you're right. There are much better views." Leaning forward, he waits for her, letting her take the initiative. Practically forcing it.
Five moves slowly, but finds his lips again and kisses, hand surprising him when one settles on his knee. Not high enough to be indecent. And definitely not high enough to satisfy.
"This is good?" He asks, hands again exploring extensively on her torso.
"Mm-hm," Not quite a spoken answer but it'll work.
He sets a hand on top of hers, wanting nothing more than to guide it where he needs it. But she moves her hand out from under Sam's.
He's about to pull back but then both of Five's hands find the bottom of his shirt. She hesitates slightly and he opens his eye to meet hers.
"Is... Is this alright?" She asks.
"Whatever you want," He informs.
She pulls back slightly and bunches the fabric in her hands then pauses.
Sam lets the silence hold, watching her as she thinks.
"Something wrong?" He finally queries.
"Well, I'm thinking that after this, there's no leaving," Her voice comes out muttered.
"Not true. You can leave whenever you want."
'Leave? God no, don't leave.' He's fighting to keep his breathing under control.
"I meant for me. I wouldn't want to leave." Her face turns brightly red as she looks away and Sam thinks she must miss his pleased smirk. "You know, you're not exactly what I expected." She's delaying now. But Sam doesn't push.
"Oh? Is that a bad thing?" He leans back on his hands, smiling.
"No," She admits hesitantly. "No, I guess not." Then he lifts his arms to let her remove his shirt.
"Jesus, didn't it hurt to get that pierced?" She asks after giving him a careful once over.
"A little. But everyone seems to like it, so it was worth it." He smiles at her, feeling her fingers hesitantly touching his stomach. "Do you like it?"
She glances away from the piercing and shrugs.
Sam finds her hand and interlocks his fingers with hers. She doesn't pull away, instead lets him guide her. His eyes fall half-lidded and dreamy.
"I think you like it." He just barely catches her little smirk.
"Well... yeah," He admits with a sigh.
Five grasps for the back of his head and pulls him into a hurried kiss. He makes a small sound of contentment and presses forward. Neither of them can find the want to pull away even to breath. Their hands fall off to the side still locked together.
Sam feels the fingers brushing his bicep over his tattoo and opens his eyes to glance at the hand hesitantly touching.
"I will admit that I like tattoos," Five mutters into his mouth, rewarded by a smile turning against her lips.
"You do? Have any for yourself?" He lets off to study her and that shy little smile of hers.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Her forehead tilts and presses into his. "Care to find out?" She turns positive pink when saying this.
"If you insist," Sam says then presses back into her, having a silent but very raucous celebration in his head.
Lowering her back to the couch and following her down, he's kissing her all the way there. He settles himself on top of Five, pressing his body against her but not putting too much weight, holding pressure in just the right places.
'Okay, neck kisses are good. Really good.' She thinks, letting his lips and warm tongue trace her jugular. And, oh my God! What was he doing with his hips? Whatever it was he'd better not stop.
He seems to find a favorite spot on her neck, worrying at it with teeth and suction, probably following her reaction to the touch there.
Suddenly Five remembers herself and gently pushes his head away.
"No marks. No marks, please," Knowing she'd never hear the end of it from her friends if she ended up with a hickey.
"Sorry," Sam mutters not very apologetically. He moves on from her neck, taking interest in her shoulders and the clothing still covering it. Or rather, interested in what's under it.
He slides the strap down and kisses the marks left behind.
'Damn, how do you get this thing off!' And off is certainly where he wanted it to be.
Five taps his head, clearly trying to get his attention. For a long second he doesn't even want to look up, afraid she's about to call the whole thing off.
'Please don't leave me,' He begs silently then turns his face up to meet her eyes.
Her lips work around the word once with no sound before she licks her lips and tries again. Sam can't help but track at the motion and think how unbelievably sexy he finds it.
"Bed?" She asks, never breaking from his slightly befuddled stare.
"Bed? Bed! Yes, the bed." Sam shift up to his knees and draws her up with him. "The bed," He says rather breathlessly and takes her hand, stealing a few kisses in between while getting to his feet. Pulling her up, he throws his arms around her and kisses her fully on the mouth, fiercely.
'Bed, she said bed. Oh my God, she wants to go to bed with me.' He forces himself into motion, grasping both her hands to replace the awkward shuffle of moving with her wrapped close. It was nice, but too slow god dammit.
In the small room, the only furnishing a king-sized bed and side table, he presses Five into the wall, wanting to deal with the whole 'sports bra' issue.
'Where's the clasp? I'm practically a fucking expert at getting bras off. Why can't I get this one?' He's frustrated, not realizing he lets out a soft growl against Five's lips.
Her small laugh is breathless and she steps him back with a hand on his chest. She glances away nervously, reaching for the clothing herself.
Sam puts a hand on her face and causes her eyes to meet his again. He wants, no needs, to see them.
With a small smile, she pulls the bra up over her head and lets out a shaky breath. Sam's own breath hitches.
'So, that's how to take that off. Noted,' He thinks madly then pushes it aside in favor of focusing the topless girl again the wall. Even if she had already suggested the bed, he couldn't waste this opportunity.
She's breathing harshly into his neck as his hands wonder warmly along her body.
When her hands start on his stomach then move down to the waist of his pants, he gasps a breath.
'Yes, yes, yes, yes.' He was so afraid Five would back down at any moment. Now he's almost certain she wants him as much as he wants her. If her shaky fingers working on undoing his button are any indication of her feelings. Though, maybe not. He wants her a lot.
'Why do buttons have to be so difficult?' Five laments, groaning when her fingers slip again without freeing the button.
Five grunts and tugs at the waistband as an indication to Sam what she wants.
"What is it, Five?" He asks with a little smirk into her skin. She doesn't answer so he continues. "Having trouble?"
'Oh, he did not,' Five thinks slightly bitterly, letting her competitive side get the better of her. With a sudden instance of total control, she undoes the button, zipper, and slides them down his hips and halfway down his legs.
He looks up at her with a bemused and slightly impressed expression. Her smile is tantalizing.
Sam is again taken by surprise when she clasps a hand on each of his cheeks and kisses him fiercely, pushing him backwards towards the bed.
"Hang on, hang on. I'm about to hit the ground," Sam holds her back by her shoulders, nearly tripping up on the jeans around his ankles. "Unless that's where you want me," He muses with a raised eyebrow.
She shakes her head slowly.
"No. Bed," She says firmly, watching him with careful eyes, waiting to see what he'll do next.
"Okay, that will work for me." He shakes the jeans away and kicks them aside.
He suddenly sweeps her up in his arms, expecting a squeak or protest but gets neither, Five just looks at him. Eyes holding his with an intensity he's not used to, studying and sort of curious. Like he's a puzzle she needs to figure out. He stands with her like that in a sort of daze, just staring straight back.
"Um..." She starts, eyes moving away and breaking the spell, at least a little. "Sam?" Her question accompanied by her fingers reaching out to stroke gently at his tattoo.
"Right, sorry. Got... distracted." His thumb moves up and down her arm absently.
Still he's standing in the middle of the room. Her face shows real confusion when almost a minute ticks by.
"Sorry, sorry. I just..." He trails off.
"Do you... not want to, Sam?" Five questions hesitantly.
"What? No, I mean yes. Of course I want to!" He's practically frantic with saying this. "Why..." So many questions swirl though his head that none of them come out. He does realize that is not really the 'professional' thing for him to be saying. It's all supposed to be about the client, not his desires.
Five just stares at him, waiting for him to either finish the thought or do something else. The stare puts him exactly in the same situation as before.
Seems Five is remarkably good at the waiting game, giving him enough time to sort his thoughts (a little) and then tilt his head to kiss her. Her arms circle his neck.
"Yes, I want to. I want to more than I've ever wanted anything else in my life," He finds it much easier to speak with his lips on hers and eyes closed. Somehow, when he thinks back, he's not completely sure if he said 'to' or 'you'. Both are accurate, but one sounds so much more intimate. So much more desperate.
Blindly, he finds his way to the bed and lays Five on it. Focusing on her stomach instead of her eyes makes it easier to think and easier to do his job correctly.
"Can you... Do you want me too..." Okay, maybe not that much easier. But Five picked up on the fact that his hands were lingering over the button on her slacks.
"Take 'em off, Sam," Five encouraged, a real sight to see sprawled out half-naked on the bed.
He only grunted in reply and undid the button. There were some things that not even Five's horrible, fascinating distracting ability could make him forget. Removing clothes was, apparently, one of those things.
"So I..." He begins before it tappers away.
'Foreplay. Is that one of the things I can't forget?'
"I can use my hands or my mouth to get you off. If you want." The way her face flushes should not be such as big a turn on as it is. But it nearly has him groaning.
"I-I..." Five stutters.
'Jesus Christ, that's forward. Never had a guy offer that before. Never had a guy do that before!' Five's mind practically grinds to a stop. 'How's it go with bases again? First base, kissing. Second base... Shit, I don't know. They don't even play baseball in England, do they? He wouldn't know. And he's still staring.'
"Um, I-I think I'm ready, you know without..."
'Oh God, he's smiling. No, it's a smirk. That sexy bast...' The thought trails away when he kisses the inside of her thigh.
"You sure? Cause I'd be more than happy to have these fantastic legs wrapped around my head for hours."
'Completely true. God, Five. I want to have you coming on my tongue all night.' That thought was probably a little too much for this shy woman, but it was true. Especially the 'fantastic legs' bit. Must be a sport star of some variety, this girl.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm sure," Five looks remarkably breathless, and looks remarkable breathless, Sam can't help but note. And as much as he wants to, he won't do anything without her permission. Not only was it his job, it was also the decent human thing to do.
"Alright, whatever you say." He finds his way onto the bed beside her, stretching out and trying to look relaxed. "So, what do you want to do?" The question is a little less suave then he'd like it, but Five still blushes and looks away from his gaze.
"We should..." She starts hesitantly. "Have sex." The pinched look on her face proves how difficult it was for her to say that.
And Sam can't help but smile, then laugh, burying his face in the blankets in attempts to smother the laughter.
"What?" Five asks, confused.
"Nothing. Uh, it's just... Yeah, I like that idea." He doesn't try to explain how pleasantly surprised he was to have those words come from her lips, or how there were a few more details to work out than just that. No, he just leans in to kiss her.
His body presses against hers needily, letting the rest of the world fall away except for this and her.
'Wow, he's a good kisser. Wonder what it would be like to take him up on that 'mouth' offer?' Five's face turns red at the mere thought. That was something that she did not want to experience for the first time with a stranger. But Jesus was he good with his mouth.
He slides down, trailing kisses along her body, feeling every reaction to him so intimately close.
'Wonder if she'd rethink the oral?' He would like to feel the reactions to that with his mouth. 'I've been told I'm really good at it.' But she said no, so he can live without. 'Okay, so sex it is. Wait, shit. Did she want a condom or not? That was on her paper. I know it was, but I...I can't remember.'
"Five, do you want me to use protection?" He glances up at her. Her fingers are curled in the blanket and her eyes are staring towards the ceiling in bliss. God, that's an amazing sight.
'This is why we figure out the details earlier. Nothing kills the mood like trying to arrange condoms and position in the middle of it. But it's necessary.'
"Five," He whines, kissing her stomach prolongedly and staring up at her. "Five," Is a little stronger.
"Huh?" Her eyes meet his sort of dreamily. He sets his chin on her and drums his fingers gently on her side, really liking that look on her face. Especially liking that he put it there.
"Do you want me to use a condom?" He questions carefully.
"Oh." Her head falls back so he doesn't see the red color her face. A hand runs roughly over her face, like she's thinking. "Yes, yes. Protection." It's barely coherent, but it is a reasonable answer.
"On it." He rolls over and reaches into the side table. There's all kinds of supplies inside, he can't help but throw a glance Five's way at the thought of having some fun with what's in the drawer. With her hands pressed into her eyes and hair wild all over the place, she looks like nothing he's ever seen. Like something he needs to have at any cost. In as many ways as he can.
But she's probably not into the toy scene and if oral sex made her uncomfortable, anything more extreme than that might make her run for the hills. And that would be so much of a shame.
He grabs a condom from the drawer and easily puts it on. Easier to focus when he's not so close to Five. This is a task better done at a distance.
When he rolls over again, he catches Five staring who subsequently looks away too quickly. She was totally checking him out naked.
'Wonder if she likes what she sees...'
"You know we can still stop at anytime. I mean that very seriously. All you have to do is say," He reminds slowly.
Five nods, still looking away.
Suddenly feeling very playful, Sam practically pounces on her, getting nose to nose and seeing the slight surprise come over her features (though the reaction isn't big at all).
"Come on, Five. I need to hear you," He's so close to her now. That will make it hard to keep control.
"Yes, I get it. Can you just..?" She trails off at the sensation of him dragging against her, all words fleeing.
'Words? What are words?'
"Can I just what?" He breathes heavily in her ear.
Her breath is just as harsh.
"God, I want you, Sam." Nothing has ever sounded sexier and he takes the opportunity to remove the last bit of clothing she wears.
He registers that he's put himself on top of her, and again they never made all the arrangements. He's got them in Missionary, his favorite position. Hasn't even thought to ask for hers.
"Where... Where do you want me?" He asks shakily, watching her look confused for a long second before she gets it.
"Oh, uh. This is good." Her arms wind around his neck again. "That's... That's what you meant, right?"
"Yeah, so you want me like this, just normal insertion sex?" He knew she'd be embarrassed by it, but it was something that needed to be clear.
"Yep, just normal. Normal, regular... sex. That's alright, right?" She questions.
"Only if that's what you want to do." It's quiet for a time and he can barely take it. "Is it? What you want to do, I mean?"
"Yes," The word is practically a hiss, through clenched teeth and with a body pressing up into his. And that's all the encouragement he needs.
A small sound comes from her throat when he presses into her. Not a moan, not even close to a cry. Just a sound. And Sam can't, for certain, tell if it's good or bad.
"All... Alright still, Five?"
It comes again, accompanied by her legs hooking around his thighs.
"Five..." He starts again, freezing.
The next sound is very clearly a frustrated groan, nearly a growl.
"I'm fine, Sam. Just... I need you to..." She makes the sound again, increasingly desperate. "Move!" She pulls on him, getting him deeper.
He grunts, both at the sensation and the strength she pushes him with.
'Strong legs. I bet this girl would drive me insane being on top.' Cowgirl is his second favorite after Missionary. An interesting difference in favorites between him being in control and letting the partner be in control, but both are simple with minimal muscle strain. And both are good, so good. But this, with Five, could possibly be the best he's ever had.
He works into a rhythm, figuring out that the sound is indeed a very good one. It means he's teasing enough to frustrate her. The sound is often followed by a small, whined 'Sam' or simply moving her body trying to force what she wants, usually getting it too.
She's not as vocal as most of the girls he's been with, so he has to learn to respond to the subtle touches on her hand and the not so subtle rocking of her body along with that sound. He's a fast learner, but gets the feeling he could get so much better with time. As it is though, she seems to be enjoying it. If the sounds and movement are any judgment of that. And in his experience, it is.
There's a hitch in her breath and her head falls back. He feels her entire form tighten around him, arms and legs included. Her throat is fully exposed to him and her breath comes out ragged while her body arches into his. Mouth open but no sound coming out.
He pauses, watching her fall apart under him. And, wow is it a sight to see. It's almost too much.
Her head tilts up and meets his eyes. She gasps for breath for a long while, looks like she's about to say something, then drops her head back again.
"Oh my God," She mutters.
He can't help but smile and press his mouth into her bared throat.
"Good?" He asks, sort of smugly.
"Oh my god," She repeats shakily. "Was that..? Did I just..?" She starts twice and fails both times.
"Mm-hm," Is hummed into her neck.
'Hopefully the first of several.' As a rule, he likes to give clients at least two orgasms. For Five, he never wants to stop.
"Oh my God," This is mostly whispered, one of her arms leaving his neck to cover her eyes.
Sam watches her for a while, thinking. She's clearly struggling to pull herself together, occasionally shuttering around him again, making it oh so difficult to keep still.
"Five? Have you never come before?" His brow furls at the thought. How could some ungrateful ass not give back to such an amazing girl?
"I... I thought I have. But it's never felt like that before." She gasps, eyes still buried under her forearm.
"Well, I'd have to say you've probably had crappy partners." He smiles for no one's benefit but his own since she's still not looking at him. Gently, he grabs the arm to move it up and peeks under to catch her eyes. "Want me to do it again?"
She makes that sound, lower in her throat this time. That's nice, but not what he needs to get started again.
"Yeah," She finally answers.
'That's the ticket.' He thinks before claiming her lips for a kiss and moving.
Her responsiveness to do him is not decreased at all, if anything, she's twice as passionate. Hands moving with more purpose, finding ways to drive him on even when the touch isn't particularly sexual. She really seems to like his tattoo, lingering touches on that, strokes her fingers through his hair, finding tiny spots along his skin to place pressure that make his kiss falter, then pick up even more powerful than before. Somehow, it's better than any touch anyone else has ever given to him. All of her little brushes better then any other.
As he hoped, he does get another orgasm out of her, the reaction almost the same as before (body pressing into his and shuttering for him with plenty of 'Oh my Gods' afterwards). And it's good, so good.
When she does become bold enough to timidly attempt a more provocative touch, just shifting her hands down to drag them on his ass, he gasps harshly into her mouth.
"Okay?" She whispers, maybe getting a little playful herself, maybe genuinely concerned or wondering. Sam can't really tell.
"You keep touching me like that and I'm going to come," He says against her lips.
"Maybe that's what I want." The whisper is lusty, and not as embarrassed about all this as she was before.
"If that's what you want, I'm not going to complain." He's close, but holding himself back. The self-restraint is built on years of practice.
"What can I do? To make you..." She trails off, showing the inexperience again.
'Certainly not one used to dirty talk.' At least, Sam thinks that's what she's trying to do.
"What can I do to make you come?" She says it quickly, like she needs to force it out.
This is sort of dangerous territory. Some women like to make him come, for sure. It's not unique. But it's never supposed to be about him. And he might be enjoying this a little too much.
"I'm doing just fine, don't you worry Five." The promise hides all the things he wishes he could say. Things about wanting her mouth, and wanting to tie her up to use everything in that drawer for his pleasure and hers, and just wanting her to himself for the rest of his life.
"Sam," She starts, the words falling away when he kisses her. Breaking the kiss, she's able to continue. "I want to do something for you."
He groans into her mouth.
'You are making it really hard for me to keep myself distanced like I'm supposed to.' He wishes her could tell her this, but actually fears the reaction.
"You could..." He falters, pressing his face into her neck to avoid those eyes. "You could touch yourself."
She stiffens slightly and he looks up to see her face burning red.
'Oh man, she must not like that I said that.'
"I've never... Never..." Her eyes are shifty and refusing to meet his.
"You haven't..?" Sam begins to question, but knows the answer from the previous response.
"Uh... No." She shakes her head slowly.
"I... I thought everyone... Jesus Five, you definitely don't have to if you don't want to." Now he's embarrassed, for the first time in a really long time. He's done a lot of things in bed, a lot, but for some reason asking someone as innocent(-ish, he is having sex with her) as Five to masturbate really seemed over a line. She's never done that before? Was that even possible?
He finds himself staring at her, her staring right back, like she's thinking or waiting. He's not sure which.
Slowly, her hand finds his, squeezing under, and interlocking her fingers with his. It takes him a second to realize why it feels familiar, then remembers that he'd done this earlier and guided her fingers with his.
'What is she up to?' He wonders, tearing eyes from their hands to her face.
Her face is still flushed, chest heaving, and eyes almost illuminately bright. She brings her lips close to his ear as if to tell a secret.
"Sh..." She almost loses her courage but then continues. "Show me?"
Five watches his eyes widen, head sort of cocking like a puppy and God someone as hot as Sam shouldn't be so cute at the same time. It wasn't fair.
"You... You're sure?" He questions.
"Er... Not exactly, but sure enough."
'Jesus, meeting those eyes was a mistake,' Sam half-heartedly laments while getting lost in them. 'Stop that right now. This is sex. Nothing more.' But the conviction does feel very convincing, not even in his head.
Taking a breath, he shifts his weight and moves their hands together, sliding them down between their bodies at a slow drag. Five is definitely nervous, judging by the rush of breath against his cheek.
"If you want me to stop..." He begins but Five cuts him of with her other hand pushing the back of his head until his lips contact hers.
"Sam, I'm going to kindly ask you to shut up." How did she say that while effectively muzzling his mouth with hers?
He chuckles sort of breathlessly.
"Okay, okay. But you know," He mutters between her kisses.
"Yeah," Five sighs in response.
Sam shifts his grip on her hand to hold her by the wrist. Locked fingers won't really work for this.
"Alright?" He asks, eyes closed, letting his other senses guide him.
"I... Yes." Her answer borders on reluctant.
"Do you want me to pull out?" He likes to think he can feel the warmth on her face with his cheek pressed to her, but isn't entirely sure that's possible.
"No, this is good... Unless you think..." She trails off, uncertain.
"I certainly don't have to."
'Don't necessarily want to either...' He thinks privately.
"This is good," She repeats breathlessly.
He moves her fingers down a little further, knowing she should be close to touching... Her hand jerks back slightly and he greatly loosens his grip to give her ample opportunity to pull away easily. But she doesn't. He hears and feels her swallow hard, her body tensed all over, nearly as bad as it had been when she first waked through the door.
"It's alright Five, take your time. Do whatever feels right." And with that he does release his grip in favor of tracing unfamiliar patterns on her stomach. He kisses her slowly while waiting, getting a small amount of response from her mouth. She's a bit too distracted for really good kissing.
He feels the skin of her arm slide against his, proving that she is moving. She stiffens even more, and after holding her breath for a long time, makes that sound in her throat. He smiles slightly into her, feeling the hesitant movement. But her muscles are still tensed up.
"Relax, Five. It's supposed to feel good," Sam mutters into her.
"It... it does feel good," She assures shakily. "You can move, if you want." She stumbles over this.
"Do you want me to?" He asks teasingly, with an underlying neediness he's not certain is well hidden.
She meets his eyes, eyes narrowed into a glare.
"I swear to God Sam Yao, if you don't move I'll-" The rest is cut off when he presses into her.
If he moves just right he can feel her hand brush against him, and that drives him so close to the edge it's almost impossible to back off... Maybe it is impossible because he's so busy chasing his release he doesn't notice the little sign Five gives before she comes. Next thing he know her head has fallen back and the feeling of her orgasm pushes him over his own.
She gasps out his name and it steals his breath more than anything. It wasn't just how she said it, it was that she said it. His name was on her lips in this most intimate moment.
He pants hard with his face buried in her throat. He can feel her swallowing breaths hurriedly. He's had to fake it for girls before, when he wasn't so into it. But he certainly didn't have to with Five. Most certainly.
Basically crashing onto his back beside her, he just breaths, waiting until he can get a hold of himself.
"Oh my God," Is the first thing he manages to say, not exactly eloquently.
"Yeah," Five responds breathlessly.
"That was..." He starts, not quiet able to finish.
"Uh-huh." Five might not be really hearing what he's saying, judging by that answer.
'Best I've ever had comes immediately to mind.' Sam is glad he can't get those thoughts into word form, even if she's not listening.
He about to pull close to Five. Cuddling isn't something he gets to do often, as much as he enjoys it. But he just doesn't want to let go of Five. But she's not there when he tries to grab her.
"I should be going," She stands and pulls on her underwear and slacks quickly, back turned. Probably embarrassed by being half-naked, despite everything.
"Well... You don't have to go just yet." He tries to keep the desperation from his voice. "Give me a few minutes and we can..."
"I should get back to my friends," She interrupts, practically scurrying across the room to pickup the sports bra from where it was abandoned and pulling it on. "It's been too long already."
Feeling sufficiently dressed (she'd been out in public places in a sports bra plenty of times) she turns back to Sam. Seeing him sprawled out on the bed they just... well, were in together is... it's not as unpleasant or embarrassing as she'd thought it would be. That's not to imply a complete lack of bashfulness. There's plenty of that.
"Well... um. Thanks."
'Okay, that sounded stupid,' Five would have rolled her eyes are herself if she wasn't so uncomfortable.
"You are more than welcome. See you another time?" He asks.
Five blinks, not even having considered the possibility of seeing Sam again.
"I... I don't think so." She wishes it didn't sound so harsh, or wishes she could pretend she didn't see the disappointment flash across his face. "This isn't really my thing," She tries by way of explaining.
"Don't say that, Five." Five isn't completely sure what part of the previous statement he doesn't want said. It couldn't be the first thing. What would it matter to this guy if she never came back? It's not like other people didn't come in all the time, as far as she could tell. He's not exactly starving for... attention? Affection? Okay, call a spade and spade. Sam would be having plenty of sex with plenty of people. Why would he care?
"Goodbye, Sam," She says with a gentle sort of smile and turns away and leaves the bedroom in a few strides. Collecting her blouse, she almost leaves and forgets that she's supposed to leave money. Now that's a weird feeling, but Sara gave her the money, so it's more like she's paying for the night. Maid-of-honor had such honors. And Five wasn't about to keep it.
Closing the door behind her, Five is almost certain she will never see Sam Yao again. And the feeling in her chest in most certainly not disappointment.
******
It really was too much to hope that her friends wouldn't be out in the lobby yet. Five's not entirely sure how long she was with Sam, but it felt pretty long.
Sara, Jody, Maggie, and Eugene have found a seat together and are chatting like they haven't just been in separate rooms with strangers. But the state of hair and clothing makes suggestions about their experiences. All except Sara, who is immaculate like she always is, even after hard runs that leave Five a mess. She can only imagine how she looks right now. Should have stopped to check a mirror if she looked decent. A few buttons might not be done right on her blouse.
"There's Five!" Jody calls, still drunk, maybe more so it seems.
"I was beginning to think you'd made a run for it," Maggie says with a grin. "Looked like you were about to since we got here."
Five crosses her arms defiantly.
"No, I did not run. Thank you."
"Wait, how do we know Five actually had any playtime? How do we know you didn't just find a place to nap for a couple hours then came back here?"
'If you didn't have a prosthetic leg Eugene, I would kick you in the shin just to watch you jump around. I still might,' She thinks with narrowing eyes. The thought can almost be read off her expression.
"Oh, Five definitely had some fun tonight," Sara cut in. And Five would kick her, if she thought she stood a chance in a fight. "Judging by that hickey."
"What?!?" Five's hand immediately flies to the place where Sam got a little... enthusiastic.
"Gotcha, Five. I didn't say where it was. You tipped your hand. She did do them." This releases a few delighted hoots and whistles, and Eugene begins a slow clap.
'Oh, his shins should really beware,' Five thinks bitterly.
"I want to know all the details! How was it, what did you do, did you..?" Jody says excitedly and very drunkenly.
"Where's Maxine?" Five cuts her off with a question of her own. It's easy enough when Jody's tongue isn't well coordinated with too many drinks.
"Hasn't come back out yet. I'm starting to worry," Maggie is gracious enough to drop the appealing topic of Five's night to answer the question.
"Bet she's just enjoying one of her last few nights as an eligible bachelorette," Eugene has the same teasing tone he uses on her that makes Five want to defend Maxine even in her absence.
"You don't really think Maxi would do... that to Lou, do you?" Five asks, raising an eyebrow.
"And what do you think Lou's doing with her friends, hm?" Eugene grins and winks.
Five groans and covers her face with her hands.
"I, frankly, did not want to think about it," She mutters while roughly rubbing her eyes. "I'm going to get some air. I'll be outside." She almost trots out from old habit but manages a calm walk instead. Mostly calm. Okay, it's actually pretty close to a trot, but who cares?
Outside the wind is blowing rather harshly but it feels nice, wiping her hair around and helping to cool her off and let her think. The club isn't precisely in a bad part of town, she's been in this area for restaurants before as a matter of fact. Probably will never come back to any of them after...
It's not like she regrets sleeping with Sam. God, it had probably been one of the best nights of her life. But Sam was a stranger, and Five usually did not have sex with strangers. Thinking back, she can barely figure out why it happened. When did she decide 'Yes, I'll sleep with this guy'? Right after seeing him, lounging lazily on the couch and watching his eyes spark with interest? Hearing his sweetly seductive voice? Whenever it was, it had been pretty soon after meeting him. She'd never... clicked? Bonded? Never so quickly fallen for...
Oh dear God, she's fallen for Sam somewhere in there. Oh God...
Jody receives a text from Five that she has to pass to Sara to read.
"Seems Five has decided to call it a night and walk home," She proclaims to the group, deciding to keep Jody's phone so she doesn't lose it like the last one. The fact that she's doesn't even seem to notice the absence further cements the necessity.
"Walk home? We've got to be ten miles from the apartment," Jody wonders loudly.
"If I know Five, she's certainly not walking home," Sara says, erring on ominous.
The rest wonder, but don't get any more information from Sara. But no one knows Five better than Sara. Five didn't walk home. No, despite improper footwear and clothing, she ran.
*******
Five's working through a novel when she hears Jody finally stumble in. It's well past three o'clock. She grins slightly at the groan of frustration when she tries to door to Five's room and can't open it.
'She's going to be feeling tonight in the morning.' Five bookmarks the page, knowing there is about to be a drunken discussion, most likely about items lost through the night.
"Five, unlock the door." There's a sound like Jody thumping her head against wood.
"Not locked. Try the handle," Five calls, smiling when the handle goes down and there's a small 'oh' from the other side.
Jody shuffles in and collapses on the bed next to Five without permission.
"I drank too much," Is muffled by the blankets she's shoved her face into.
"Yep," Five responds.
"And I think I lost my phone." That one she barely understood.
"Sara's got it. Been texting me updates from the rest of your very exciting night."
Of course it got tamer after Five made a break for it. That's just how it goes.
"We got ice cream," Jody mumbles, already half-asleep.
"Saw that." The text came as a selfie of all of them mushed together with ice cream cones and the caption as, 'Wish you were here'. Jody had a good amount of dessert on her nose. "You guys couldn't have done ice cream before the sex club?"
But seems Jody's already fallen asleep. Five rolls her eyes but isn't too put off. It's safer if she keeps an eye on drunk Jody. Not only for medical reason, but also because she's gotten into some crazy shenanigans while extremely drunk and incredibly unsupervised. Though to be fair, that's usually when she's drinking with Simon.
Five snaps a picture of the snoozing Jody and texts it to her phone with a 'Safe and sound' just so Sara knows. They could still be tearing up the town, or decided to raid a fast food restaurant. The really exciting stuff only ever seems to happen when Five is around. The nice, ordinary things happened when Five was home or busy. Sometimes Five got the feeling people invited her along just to see what exciting thing would occur in her presence. Because something always happened, even if it had started out as a simple trip to the grocery store.
With a sigh, Five tosses the blankets over Jody and climbs out of her bed. Stretching, she goes to the kitchen to gather a water bottle and some pain meds for whenever Jody's once again conscious enough to feel the hangover. After setting that on the nightstand in easy reach, Five settles back into bed for the night.
******
Despite all the craziness of the Bachelorette party, the thinking about Sam and then trying really hard not to think about Sam, and dodging friends questions about the night; Five does make it through the rest of the winter break with sanity (mostly) intact. With classes starting again and track getting back into full swing, she's glad for the distraction. It with help her keep her mind off... certain people. A good run can only go so far, at least, that's what experience is now showing. It always used to be enough.
Yep, getting back into school will certain do her good. Help her get on with her life and stop thinking about...
'Dammit. Stop think about Sam Yao and those freaking eyes and his amazing... Yeah, stop thinking about all that immediately.'
After an early morning run before the sun's even out, Five is heading to class and feeling for the first time that things might be normal and none exciting for once. There's only so much excitement one person wants to put up with.
The lecture hall isn't the largest on campus. The class will be relatively small considering it's for high-level engineering students (which Five is not, but she enjoys a good challenge). Early and already set up to take notes from the infamous lecturer, Five definitely has a good feeling about this.
She's head down in the first half page of notes (the Professor certainly didn't waste time before plowing right into chapter one) when someone pushes the door open with panting breath.
'Tardiness? I really have a feeling the prof is not going to like that.' Five doesn't bother to look up at the unfortunate interloper at first.
"I expect you have a reason for being tardy to my class then. And considering the fact you were so eager to make an interruption, why don't you tell the whole class."
'Tough luck, buddy. You'll be on his list now,' Five thinks with the barest amount of sympathy. It was, after all, a personal problem.
"Sorry, I uh... I over slept." Five surprised the pencil doesn't go through the entire notebook.
'It can't be. Not even I could make something so impossible happen.' But the voice is unmistakable. She still doesn't look up, mostly just frozen like a deer in headlights.
"Over slept? Well, isn't that the most marvelous excuse? Because it is the first day, I will allow you a one time reprieve. If you feel so inclined to do so again, do not bother coming back to my class."
'Please make him leave and not come back,' Five begs the professor, with a reddening face.
"Yes sir," The familiar voice murmurs just loud enough to hear, or maybe Five's just hyper aware of it.
The tardy individual makes his way down under the stare of the professor and most of the class, except of course for Five who is dutifully staring at her notebook.
'Don't you dare sit in the seat next to me. The world couldn't be that unfair.'
It's a small miracle that he doesn't, but he's almost directly across from her. Luckily, his heads dropped low like a chastised kid. Five is staring at him, she quickly realizes, can't help it.
Sam is just as good looking as she remembers, in a way that completely does not fit in with the others in this classroom. A scruffy, rebellious teenager type of attractive, not polished profession attractive. It really makes him stand out in this crowd.
Quietly unloading a ragged scrap of paper from his backpack and a pen, he just happened to look up, glanced down at the paper, then double taked. His eyes meet Five's staring ones widening in surprise. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and Five immediately returns her focus to the notebook mindlessly scribbling notes that may or may not be complete gibberish by the end of the class. She just needs to keep focused on something, trying to drain the blood from her face.
This year just got so much more uncomfortable.
'Someone just kill me now.'