NYE Continued for Trixa

[keepurshirtonlt]

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If he pressed, she wouldn't say know. Elevators were certainly places for bad decisions... or good decisions as the case might be. Trixa had no illusion about what she was looking for tonight and as such she leaned back against the elevator wall and ran a finger down the edge of his jacket.

"Suits you. The southern gentleman in Victorian garb."

Trip was unable to stop himself from looking down, following her finger. "Ya think? The clothes have been giving me a hell of time. Stuffier then my ole' uniform, that's for sure." Then he lightly ran a hand down her hip. "I shoulda done the ignoring it route, like it you. Not that ya wouldn't have stood out in the crowd tonight anyway..."

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"When I aim to make an impression, I don't do it half-way." Leaning into the touch she pulled at the jacket, smirking. Tonight she wanted to be noticed, for just this reason, to get someone to do that noticing, to get someone to want her.

"And if those clothes are too stuffy, we should get you out of them don't you think?"

[keepurshirtonlt]

"I can tell and oh do ah appreciate it." Trip could only grin at his good fortune, hoping it was a good omen for the new year. Because hot damn, was this an good omen.

"I have ta say, that's a fine idea." He had gotten wrapped up in the moment and if the elevator hadn't opened, Trip may well have dropped his jacket, among other things, right there.

But open it did and Trip remembered where he was taking her. He took her hand and led her down the hall, past all the apartment doors to a door at the end of the hall. It led to a stairwell that led to the roof, which was encased in a glass green house. "Told ya I knew the perfect place for stargazing."

[tricksthetreat]

At this point, Trixa was willing to be led just about anywhere so long as she knew she'd be losing her clothing at the end of the trip. Still, she had to admit the rooftop greenhouse was a nice touch. Almost romantic even, if she was in the mood for romance.

Only she wasn't.

"Nice, I always did like sex under the stars." It was her turn to tug, this time on the lapel of his jacket, pulling him tight against her. Coy flirting was done, she wanted some action.

[keepurshirtonlt]

Hey, he'd promised her stargazing and that's what he was gonna give her. Granted, while Trip's mind was on the same wavelength as hers, he couldn't help a tiny bit of romance. He was a romantic at heart.

But, he got the message loud and clear and had a response ready and waiting. "And we don't even gotta worry 'bout the chill." His hands found their way under her jacket and shirt, gripping bare skin as he pulled her into a kiss.

[tricksthetreat]

There was no worry about a chill, not with the way she felt. The kiss was everything she needed, all she wanted and she gave herself to it with all the gusto she could manage. Her own hands wasted no time, peeling her jacket off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

"Been wanting this the whole way here..." She nipped at his lip, chuckling low in her throat. "Stars'll still be here later, right?"

[keepurshirtonlt]

Once the jacket dropped, Trip was already onto the next piece of clothing, helping her with her shirt. For his part, his shoes were flying behind him as he kicked them off.

"Been wantin' this all night ta be honest..." Trip replied with a chuckle himself, before move to kiss at her jaw, lightly nipping every once in a while. "An' the stars are patient. Believe me, I know."

[tricksthetreat]

The shirt was simplicity itself and Trixa shrugged it off easily, but she knew the corset would be another matter - for all that she'd picked the simplest she could find, leather with latches instead of laces, but it was tight and accentuated her modest assets which was why she wore it. This had been, after all, the point of the evening.

Chuckling a little at the flying shoes, she leaned her head back, pressing her body against his, enjoying the feeling of it against her now-exposed arms and shoulders. Her head tilted to the side to give him all the access he could want for those warm kisses of his, and so she could glance downward to check the fastenings of his pants, nimble fingers quickly going to work, opening enough fabric to slide her hand inside so she could give him a tease of her own.