She hoped he was alright Natalie let out a huff as she leaned on her arm, using the tabletop for leverage as she watched Ramya lose patience in Octavio and down a shot of brown colored liquid with a tossing motion. Instead of sticking around as Ramya grabbed the other two shots, Natalie stood from the table and fixed her clothes once she was on her feet.
She slid her fingers under the waistband and adjusted her long-sleeved baggy sweater underneath the high-waisted skirt that clung to her curves. It was snug and cozy, and it only took her two minutes to change into. She swayed on her feet, her sneakers making a small squeak on the wooden floors, and shook her fingers through her hair.
The fabric of her sleeves found her palms, balling up and holding onto the ends as she looked around the bar to find somewhere else to go. The door opened again with a bell ring, making her turn on her heel to look over her shoulder with a weaker hopefulness. He walked into the bar, making a b-line for the table where Ramya and Natalie stood. Stepping around a few small groups of people, he nodded his head up in a greeting to his teammates. His gaze took in Natalie up and down, trailing on her features for a moment as he approached and he had to hold back his tongue from saying anything too soon.
He had seen her out of gear before, but it was more along the lines of pajamas while wandering the lounge at 3 in the morning; and yes, she looked adorable shuffling around in slippers with her nessie under arm, but this was different. He could see the scar from her accident peeking out of the bottom of her skirt, drawing his eyes down and causing him to clear his throat out of embarrassment from his staring for once.
He felt his cheeks warm slightly, instantly trying to make it go away by focusing on the table instead — hoping for a drink. He looked to the table, noting the empty shot glasses strewn about and chuckled slightly but wished he had an excuse for his reddened cheeks. Natalie shuffled on her feet, looking over at Octavio and let her eyes fall to the floor to keep from staring again. He must have noticed her glance at him a few times though, because he closed the space between them to toss his arm over her shoulder and pull her in slightly to give her a squeeze of a half hug.
Anita let out a soft laugh into her beer bottle, leaning back in her seat at the table alongside them and pointed at the empty shot glasses with a lazy gesture. P ordered something that has a bit of a kick to it. She pursed her lips together, her cheeks heating as she tried to keep her composure, and shrugged. She kept the empty bottle in her hand, standing and stretching from the seat. I gotta head out, got an early start. Night, guys. He kept his one leg out, sitting sideways in the booth and looked towards the bar to see if Ramya was on her way back yet.
When he spotted her at the counter still unserved, he gave his attention to Natalie with a cheeky smile. Guess we both got too warm after the match. It was quite warm. You looked hot, unbelievably so. A blush formed at her cheeks as she misspoke, having her attraction towards him accidentally slipping through from feeling so flustered around him for the first time.
Natalie was willing to take any distraction from her own rambling at the moment, unable to back pedal out of her own doing. She took one of the shots off the small platter that Ramya was holding, bringing the glass up to her eyes to look at it closer for a second. Once each of them held a glass and formed a circle, Ramya brought hers to the center for them all to clink together and the three placed their hands and glasses alike together.
The glasses tapped together once, pulling them apart to each take the shot. Octavio and Ramya both took the shot without hesitation, while Natalie let the shot glass linger near her lips and inhaled the scent that smelled like something that could clean a floor. As Ramya was popping her lips together in satisfaction from the taste, Natalie was finally tilting the shot glass into her mouth and slowly letting the liquid flow over her tongue.
A grimace met her face instantly, letting the liquid sit too long in her mouth before finding the confidence to swallow and promptly regretting that decision. She placed her hand over her mouth, her eyes watering only slightly as she shook her head rapidly. She turned over her shoulder to wave goodbye to Ramya, the mechanic already wandering away and into the crowd to find another legend to talk with.
She walked along with him towards the counter of the bar, the two lingering behind a small line of people waiting to be served. On the other side of the counter was Elliott, who was rushing around trying to serve everyone and falling behind but doing his best. He was finishing up an order at the cash register, sliding the receipt at the patron and spinning on his heel to check the crowd again. He moved his hand to guide Natalie gently towards the bar with it resting at the square of her back.
Elliott met them at the other end of the bar, grinning at the two of them together so closely in confusion but decided to roll with it. He would ask questions later when he had more time. Octavio spun one of the bar stools around for Natalie to take a seat, the metal creaking under the motion. She crossed her one leg over the other and absentmindedly watched Elliott move around behind the counter with liquids pouring.
Octavio stepped closer to her, placing his hand on the back of her stool and the other on the bar counter in front of her. He watched her intently for a second, the effortless nature of her pulling him in and gaining his curiosity. Once she caught him staring this close to her, he broke his silence instantly and twisted her bar stool to face more towards him. I really appreciate you helping me out so many times.
You know that I am only kidding, right? Even if you do make impulsive decisions sometimes that scare me half to death. His confidence and ambition had gotten him this far. Octavio took a deep breath, looking down at the ground as he tried to find his wording, a more a serious tone to his voice that caught her attention. Can I ask you something? You can ask me anything, mon ami. Her touch sent sparks through his veins and it made asking her anything a little less nerve wracking.
His head tilted slightly to look at her, the sound within the bar dwindling to a quiet white noise in his mind as he focused on her and cracked a weak smile. Her lips scrunched to the side of her face for a moment, shaking her head in confusion. We just sit around in our comfort and think it makes us whole. She chose to think carefully — but most of her thoughts were voiced allowed. Change can be terrifying but there is something special about the chances of finding something that makes you feel whole again and brings you that comfort.
It's always worth looking. And somehow it was exactly the reply he needed to hear, his own concerns with himself fading away slowly as she spoke. Is everything alright? You know? He had more to his thought but kept it to himself, not willingly wanting to share that developing a relationship with her in the first place started this entire inner debate months prior.
He never questioned himself as a person until Natalie stepped into his life, and while he liked the majority of himself Did he just find comfort in being her friend or did he actually enjoy being only that to her? He wanted to try to ask her out, to take her home On top of that, why did he even care to solve the mystery of wanting her when he never wondered this before for any other conquest he came across for as long.
Handfuls of people came and went but they never echoed through his thoughts like Natalie did. Am I just the adrenaline junkie without a heart that the media paints me as and nothing more? Maybe this was a bad place to have this conversation. Natalie held back her breath and words as Elliott came over to return the drink order to the two of them. She kept her eyes on Octavio as Elliott placed three glasses in front of them and hurried off to serve more people.
Octavio picked up his two shots in either hand, swallowing one after the other without hesitation and letting out an exhale of the alcohol hitting his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Natalie take the smallest sip of her drink and cradle it in her hand. You are so much more than one choice or one tiny detail. What makes up the mosaic of Octavio Silva is a multitude of pieces. So, I suppose the answer to your riddle is both are true.
We do things for comfort but also because it is who we are, because everyone finds comfort in different places. Am I speaking nonsense? He shook his head towards her, sliding the empty shot glasses further into the counter for Elliott to grab. Never thought both before. He looked towards her with a gleam in his eyes, causing her to smile even wider and set her drink within her lap. He dropped his hand to his side and slid his fingertips along her knee beside him, trailing it along her thigh absentmindedly.
He was growing more bored of the bar, it only drowning out his focus of the shimmering figure at his fingertips. He noticed her hesitation to his request, moving towards her and placing a hand on either side of her seat with a wide smile.
He got a few inches from her face and paused. Glancing down at her lips, he bypassed her face and leaned closer to her ear to remove the space between them almost completely. She caught her breath in her throat as she heard his voice start up as a whisper in her ear, the warmth of his breath hitting her skin, his voice gravely and low as it cut through the chatter of the crowd. Her thumb grazed over his chest, looking down into the small space left between them and did her best to hold in her butterflies.
Was this about his riddle? She had witnessed him leave the bar with plenty of people before but she was never one of those people, and she truly never saw herself on the receiving end though she imagined it. He never even looked at her that way — had he? Natalie scooted off of her stool, letting her feet drop to the floor with a thud and slipped her hand into his willingly.
She was glad to have the support there, her footing becoming slightly wobbly when she first hit the ground again for her first few steps from her intoxication. He shook his head no, pulling her along to the door and she giggled faintly as she followed along.
He smiled at the sound of her laughter, slipping out the doorway and guiding her ahead of him with his hand — to let her walk freely ahead to set the pace and to let himself view her from behind unseen. After a few steps through the doors, they dropped a hold on one another and Octavio grabbed the door to help her outside. The night air hit both of them in the face as they stepped out onto the sidewalk together, but it did nothing to sober either of them or bring them out of the daze they were both in.
The only light was coming from the night sky twinkling overhead and the neon sign hanging above the bar door that flickered on and off, it shining atop both of them. The door closed with a soft bang, closing off the two from the patrons inside and silencing the street to the sounds of a rare car passing. They were nowhere near a major road right now but the hotel was only a few blocks from here.
She glanced up at him, confusion in her eyes. She pursed her lips together, nodding in agreement and put her phone back into her pocket. Who was she to argue with something so simple? He fumbled with the lighter and the wind, sighing to himself as Natalie approached him with a faint laugh watching him struggle.
She cupped one of her hands around his cigarette end, allowing him a place to light it hidden away from the wind. He took a long inhale as it finally formed an ember at the end, exhaling out the smoke and it floating away with the wind. He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette, winking at her appreciatively with a click of his tongue behind his teeth.
It's bad for you. He exhaled towards the sky, looking over at her as they walked down the sidewalk and farther away from where they began at the bar. You know that? You care a lot about other people, almost too much. I say I care with everything I have until given a reason to take it away. Is that so wrong? I guess I meant you care more than anyone I've ever met.
Octavio took a step closer to her, hooking his free hand to her side and gently tugged her towards him. She freely took a few more steps in, closing more space between the two. He bit his bottom lip momentarily, sighing at her with a smile. How could I forget the tower collapse? We almost died You were so lifeless after having that much excitement as we ran I was so panicked to see you like that.
You hopped back to your feet, one of your goggles had shattered and I could see you glowing with this happiness underneath your gear. It was nothing. I swear, it was just a little thing that I thought I need you to know that. The knowing of the fact she had wanted him before only made it feel that much more stable to admit; but he loved the knowledge that they had both been thinking the same things on opposite sides.
He lowered his head towards hers, inches from her face as he let a hand graze her chin. She shook her head in denial, stepping back from him and started her walk slowly back towards the hotel — knowing he would follow — and gave herself a moment to regain her composure. This was too much to learn in one day; his full appearance and now this being revealed?
What did you say? She looked around at the street, finding the sign for the road only just out of sight to read clearly. She looked back at him when she was met by silence in reply, crossing her arms over her chest and looking to the ground. He let his other hand drop to the square of her back as he pulled her in. Natalie hitched her breath in her throat, the touch of his hands on her body drawing her weak in the knees as she leaned in to his advances and met him in the middle.
Their lips crashed together with a tender desire as her hands trailed his chest underneath his flannel. He slid his hands down her side, pulling her closer to him to press themselves together. The warmth flowed between the two, standing on the sidewalk and pressed together.
She snaked her hands around his neck to hold him even closer, the wind whipping up more around them as the cooler night air crept in. He gripped at her side, desperate to keep her near and letting one of his hands roam her body to take in whatever he could as they stood together. Octavio bit down on her bottom lip, causing a muffled giggle to arise from her and he smiled to himself at the sound.
He guided her backwards slowly, her back pressing up against a building wall as his one hand caught hold of the wall to hold himself up. He kept his other hand at her side, which had snuck its way into her shirt to rub his thumb against her bare skin, and slid his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss into more and more by the second. She let her hands wander his chest, arms, hair — anywhere she could put her hands on as he transcended her to a place of no thoughts and only static running through her.
He pulled their lips apart, catching his own breath with a grin on the corner of his lips forming. He brought a hand to her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip and staring at them with a longing want again. He bit his own cheek, looking up into her eyes with a glimmer in his own. She barely managed a moan from the sensation of his lips to her skin, her voice cracking and weak from being silent so long. She nodded in embarrassment to the sound that escaped her, instead leaning her head back against the building as she watched him pull back away from her to fumble with his phone to call for someone to pick them up; though he kept a hold of her side the entire time.
Once he was done booking the cab, he shoved his phone into his pocket and turned his full attention back to her. To which his only thought was that the cab could not come faster. He leaned closer to her again, brushing his fingers along her cheek and cupping her face to place a few pecks on her lips again. I was thinking about putting my hands all over you the whole time you were slaughtering people left and right with your 45 and fences.
You never even flinched — and you even threw a punch. The word felt foreign to her; she had heard plenty of cute, adorable, and pretty compliments in her day. They were lovely things to hear but it was something more this way coming from him. No contest, chica. He leaned back in, going to kiss her again when the sound of a car honking came from behind him. He huffed in annoyance from the interruption of the kiss but knew inevitably it was good news the car had arrived. Octavio stepped back from her, gesturing to the car behind him with his familiar cheeky grin.
He propped open the door for her and she slid in first, moving across the leather back seat to the other side as he dropped down into the seat beside her and closed the door. It was clean and tidy, with a trash can between the seats for the passengers using the vehicle, and the scent of lemon filled the inside of the car.
She glanced down as his hand trailed her thigh, looking over at him as the car lurched forward and exhaled the breath she was holding. He nestled his hand in the nook of her legs, leaning in to place a kiss on her neck and bit softly at the skin. A lump formed in her throat from holding back sound, her hand trailing to his arm and grasping a hold of his bicep. Octavio felt his cheeks turn a deep red now that the tables were turned on him, her words hitting him in the chest and sending his heart into a racing speed again.
He watched her glance towards the driver and then back at him, turning his entire body slightly to face her in the backseat. It was a lot to take in, especially coming from Natalie when he never thought he would reach this point. The car shifted to a stop, the driver turning around to ask for payment. Octavio quickly scrambled with his wallet, pulling out a card and scanned it to hurry inside. He shoved the door open, hopping out onto the pavement and leaned into to the car to help Natalie to her feet.
She rose alongside him, adjusting her skirt from the car and felt his hand reach for hers with a tap. She took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. A smile was permanently etched on her lips as he guided her towards the doors; the two slipping into the lobby as the front desk was swapping employees for the late-night shift. They hurried through the lobby and the hall, up the elevator with Octavio pressing the force close button with determination to keep them alone.
The second the door to the elevator slid shut, he spun her by the hand and pulled her closer to himself to be chest to chest. He let his free hand wrap around her waist, leaning down to barely brush his lips against hers with a grin. She was the first to step out of the elevator, reaching her hand back for his and him taking it into his own to follow, and they walked side by side through the hallway to his suite.
It seemed like a longer walk than it did when he came to change, and as he was unlocking the room, he recalled the mess on the other side of the door but it was too late to stop now. He opened the door and chose to pretend the mess was natural rather than awkwardly clean it with her here, and walked right past it inside his suite towards the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge door, grabbing a bottle of water and cracked it open to take a quick drink. She shook her head as she walked into his suite behind him, closing the door behind her and wandering in slowly while looking around.
She stopped to look at a pile of fan mail on the table, sliding some of the letters aside to look at the bottom of the pile and then moved on. He glanced over his shoulder at Natalie who was standing looking out the window of his balcony door, her arms tucked up behind her back and swaying on her feet.
He coiled his arms around her waist from behind, placing a kiss on her neck to greet her hello and smiled even wider to himself when she leaned back into his grasp. She had thought about this time and time again and never thought the reality would ever come. He wrapped her up tighter, locking his lips with hers. He felt more confident about this now without having to resort to a quickie in the alley and it seemed so did she.
Natalie slid her hand under his shirt, tugging on the fabric needily through the kiss and pulled it over his head to toss behind them on the floor. Once it was gone, her fingers trailed his muscles and she was captivated by the strength underneath she never saw. He was far more fit than she realized underneath all that gear and she was admiring every piece of him as her body was on a buzz. He was desperate to remove something of hers, pulling away from kissing her in order to pull her shirt off of her.
He let his eyes trail her body to take in the view of her blue lacy bra, biting on the inside of his cheek as he moved back to trail kisses down her neck and towards her chest. He cupped a hand on one of her breasts and brought his lips back to hers at the sound of a quiet moan coming from her again. She eagerly reached for his belt, undoing the notches and removing it from his waistband to fall to the floor with a thud.
They were both feverishly grabbing at one another when Octavio trailed his hands down her bare torso, gripping her tightly to lift her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up towards her hips, as he walked her towards the unmade bed and tossed her onto it. She giggled as she fell to the bed, crashing with a soft collapse as he pounced on top of her; her hands cradling around his face and pulling him towards her for another kiss that he happily accepted.
He helped her as she took her skirt off, sliding it off and kicking it from her feet along with her shoes that both went crashing to the floor together. His hands roamed her body, following her scar as a guide down the side of her body, slipping underneath her skirt to squeeze her ass. Her body felt like a perfect puzzle piece in his hands, like something that just belonged.
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