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Susan sat on the floor, holding up the black corset, the knifes fit just right. She smiled, pushing the leather vest that she used to make the pockets with, now in pieces. She stood, trying it on over the stained dress shirt she ruined with the tomatoes paste from lunch. She felt like her old self as she tightens the laces at her lower back. Now- she was ready. The slayer may have weapons but she didn’t have a decent way to carry weapons. She bent and pulled up the dress she had order, the fingerless gloves. Boots, hose, whip and so much more. She was like a kid in a candy shop, so happy.

She shut the door, locking it after carrying out the trash, empty boxes. The meeting with the Mayor wasn’t such a huge frightening doom now. She had her weapons, she had Trent…. An image of Trent in his clothing of her time, made her pause. Then an image of this Trent, this morning, kissing her, telling her everything would be alright. She turned, notice she was alone. Oh…. She had told him she needed time, to prep.

“Call if you get lonely.” His words spoke as they kissed goodnight. Well he did say to call upon him. She went toward the bedroom, toward her idea of a sexy outfit.

She walked down the hall, a little pissed since she had spent half an hour lost, trying to find the place. But she took a deep breath, calming down as she knocked on the door. It was then that she thought of the women Trent had, the many… what if Trent wasn’t alone? What if he had company? She steps back from the door, feeling so stupid… she heard the locks clicking, and looked up to find him. He was bare chested, his hair a little messed up like he had been running his hands thru it. She let her eyes drop to see his dark navy boxers. “Hey.”

She returned his smile as he steps aside, waving her in. “You said to call upon you if I got lonely.” “I thought that would meant you would call me.” Call? Oh… the phone. Calling meant visiting in her time, when there weren’t any little boxes that … “Not that I mind.” He shut the door, locking it. “Just I am a little underdressed.” She stops a few feet from him, back to him, and let the coat drop as she said “I think I fit right in with you.” She turned and watched his eyes travel from her face down. She wore a blush color corset, with ivory swirls in the satin cloth. Steel rods bit into her hips, her stomach, giving her a true hourglass shape. Her breast flowed over the top, a soft ruffle of ribbon at the top edge. Gray ruffled panties. Ivory stocking that ribbons held up on her thighs, the ribbon a blush in color, tied in a bow. She wore ivory Victorian style boots that hit her mid-calf, laced up.

He brought his eyes back up to her own, and she walked away toward the bed as he picked up the coat off her floor. “So… uh.. I like it.” He said, hanging up the coat on a peg by the door. “Care to show me your place.” He came to her, giving her the tour with was the open floor plan that had living room, bedroom, kitchen. The only closed off area were the bathroom, closet. She told him she liked it, and she did. It fit him, not any space wasted. Sort of like his body.

Speaking of… she sat on the bed, a little messed up as it seems he was sitting on it watching the men playing some kind of game. He sat beside her, reaching for the remote, turning off the black box. The soft light from the nightstand was the only light in the apartment, the drapes pulled closed. She felt her nerves grow but his knuckles ran along the top of her hose, the bow. She leaned in to kiss him softly. He let her kiss him, then his tongue plunged into her mouth, his hands at her hips, pulling her to him tightly.

She wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers laced as he kissed her like they had been apart for days instead of a few hours. His hands moved up her back, his lips down her neck as she took deep breaths, moving her hands into his hair. Soft silky hair that made her moan in desire. He kissed the mounds of her breast, and she looked down to watch, his stubble rubbing her, stroking her as he turned his head to rub his chin, cheek against the soft plush skin. She licked her lips, hungry for more.

He moved his mouth to her ear, biting the lobe, and she gave a sigh. His breathless whisper in her ear. “While I find this outfit very… “ another bite, a lick to her lobe, sucking had her pushing against him, thighs tighten as the wetness soak her panties. “Very very sexy…” He sat back, looking at her. “How do I get it off you?” She smiled, laughed, the desire that had been brimming in her for the whole time of showering, dressing, driving over here easing up. He smiled, that sexy smile of his and she drop her arms to stand. She stood facing him and he spread his legs, his hands moving back to her hips. She couldn’t miss the tent pole in his underwear.

She placed her foot between his legs, on the bed. “Shoes first.” She was being brazen, not like her on the sex side of herself. But Trent made her feel safe, she trusted him. While they didn’t get along always- he was always there for her when it counted. He cups her ankle in his strong hand, the heat coming thru the ivory leather. He used his other hand to untie the lace, working it lose till he could slip the shoe off her foot. He cups her foot, the thick ivory hose keeping her foot warm from his touch. She bites her lower lip as he strokes the bottom of her foot. He used both hands, giving her a firm squeeze, a foot rub. When he ran his knuckles up the center of her foot, she threw her head back, eyes closed. “Trent.”

He stops touching her, leaning back on the bed on his hands. “The other foot Susan.” She pulled her foot to place it on the floor, putting the other foot up still in the boot. He smiled at how unbalanced she was, those breast pushing out of the corset as she took deep breaths. This might have started with her taking the power- but he had all of it now. He straightens up, taking the foot in his hand, giving it the same treatment. And by the time he was done, she was unsteady on her feet. Enough that he stood, hands on her hips again. A kiss. Long drawn out, wet kiss that had her hands tunneling into his hair, pushing against him in need. He ended the kiss, his lips going along her nose, her eye lids, forehead.

She whispers to him, “Trent… I need you.” She opens her eyes, looking up at him now that she lost the heels. “Then let’s move on.” His hand moved off her waist, so thin. Down here hips, over her thigh to the little bow. She steps back and watched as he tugged it, untied it. He moved his other hand to do the same with the other hose. She moved her hands onto his shoulders as he squatted down. He watched her face as he lifted his hand to one leg, rolled the hose downward. She didn’t know her nails bite into his shoulders as he kissed the skin as it came bare, down to her knee where he moved one hand to the back of her knee, rubbing it with his fingertips as the other hand pulled it off her foot.

He brought both hands back up her leg, rubbing her skin till her moved on to the other leg. Once her legs were bare- he stood up slowly, letting his fingertips run up the sides of her thighs, the muscles under the silky skin, tone and firm. He stood, and she lifted up for a kiss, needing his touch. His hands travel to her hips, holding her as he kissed her several times, her body growing hot and wet even more. She couldn’t wait. But before she could leap up on him, or flip him onto the bed, he turned her forcefully. His lips at her ear. “Susan.” A suck at her ear lobe and she moaned, moving her hands to his, covering them. “How do I get this corset off you?” he asked, and she lowered her head as he moved her hair aside with his chin, his lips on her neck.

“Susan.” Firm, a warning. “Untie the bottom, work the laces loose till it can pull up over my head.” His hand left her waist and she missed the touch, her hands moving upward to cups the back of his neck. “Hurry.” She tells him, unable to wait any longer. She felt the tugs, the loosing of the steel braces, and she lifted her arms in the air when it felt lose enough. His hands moved to the top of the corset, pulling it up and off. Her breast settled back into place, and she moaned as his hands covered them. Her nipples were hard, and she pushed her chest into his hands, wanting more, wanting… he turned her with a fast twist and his mouth replaced his hands. Hands that moved on to cup each breast underneath, pushing them together so he could suck, lick, bite.

She moaned, throwing her head back, then looking down to watch him. “Trent” she whispers, a plea really. He looked up at her and took his time, slowly taking a breast into his mouth, deeply into his hot wet mouth and sucked hard. She felt her knees give out underneath her, and he caught her, turning to slowly walk to the side of the bed. He lowered her onto the bed, her head on the pillow, the long black hair flowing over his pillow. He steps back and she reached for him. He caught her hand, kissing her palm. She watched as he opens the nightstand drawer, removing several condoms. Then he removed his underwear, standing beside her fully hard and ready. She reached out, touched the tip of his cock and watched as a small white amount of cum seeped out.

“Susan… don’t.” he moved her hand aside, taking a deep breath. She smiled, glad to know he was as aroused as she was. He went on his knees onto the bed, hands moving to her hips. She lifted her hips to let him remove the laced panties. He lifted them, taking a deep breath. She gasps, knowing her scent, her wetness had coated the cloth. She twisted her thighs, a deep empty space where she needed him. He threw the panties aside, picked up one of the foil packs. She watched as he rolled a condom on, his words soft. “We need to get you on the pill soon.” “Pill?” “I will explain later.” Then he was moving, going between her legs. He took her hands, lifted them above her head. She held her hands still as he released one, moving his hand between… “OH!” He strokes her with a finger, finding her dripping wet. “God Susan- you are drenched.” He kissed her, his tongue matching the thrusting, the rubbing. Strokes along her tongue, along the rim of her opening. She turned her head, unable to handle anymore teasing.

“Trent.. now!” Her feet pulled at him on one thigh. He guided his cock to her opening and plunged. They both arched their backs, moaning as he filled her. His hand came up to catch her free hand, and his lips came to her mouth, kissing as he started thrusting. He took his time with each stroke, wanting this to last as long as he could hold out. But her hot silk walls already milked him, clung as he pulled out. He had to thrust deep, hard, his body demanding it. She arched under him, her breast crushed against his chest. Susan felt his chest hair rub her nipples and she moaned. She moved her other leg to his other thigh, pulling him to her. God- she needed him to pound into her. “Trent.” She gasps, her request lost to his own body demand.

His hands tighten on her hands as he thrust hard again, not able to stop his body from taking what it needed. The bed rocked as he thrust deeply, the sound of sex filling the apartment. The sound of bodies slamming into each other, of breaths catching, the scent of bodies heating and sweating joined the scent of sex. She closed her eyes as he kept going even after her own body’s release. She turned her head to the side, her legs moving to lock around his waist as he pushed her into another release. She laid, limp, and he released her hands. She looked up at him as he put his hands on the bed on each side of her chest, lifting that chest up as he straightens his elbows out. She felt his legs moving, knees shifted closer to her ass, her hips lifting up.

She knew what was coming and her hands clung to the pillow she laid on and she braced. He grunted and started pounding into her. Fast, hard, not caring about anything but reaching what he was striding for. His release came with a deep sound out of his chest, a mix of grunt and growl. He pushed, held inside her as he filled the condom with his hot seed. She closed her eyes, and welcome his hot body on top of her own. She let her legs drop to the sides of the hips she clung to as she ran her hands over his hot skin. She enjoyed the hard muscles under her hands, his scent. A kiss to her lips, her neck, shoulder had her smiling. God- she loved the way this man made her feel in bed.

He moved and she let him go. She laid on the bed, watching that cute ass walking to the bathroom. The light came on, he steps in out of her view, closing the door. She turned to her side, her warm body growing cold. She pulled the blanket down, rolling over to lay underneath it, pulling it up. She yawned and closed her eyes. He woke her coming to bed. “I take it you are spending the night?” he asked, tugging her to him, snuggled her buttocks into his groin. “If you don’t mind?” “Never.” He kissed her shoulder, and his arm settled on her waist. She looked at the clock on the nightstand, seeing he had 4 hours till he woke to go work out at the gym. She closed her eyes, the image of his body welcoming her into her dreams.