2019-07-31 - New Favorite Drug

Dahlia stretches out once her hands are freed. A little wince, rubbing her wrists. Her nails have left marks on her palms but nothing too terrible. She lets him pick her up, nuzzling against his shoulder. He certainly did a good job of fucking the anger right out of her. "I like it." There's a soft giggle. "You're sexy. Sweet. No drama." Well, not the bad sort of drama at least. She's subdued for the moment at least, relaxing in the tub, letting him get the water set up and just enjoying it. Her hand lifts up to tease through his hair as she studies him. "You're my favorite bartender." She grinned, leaning up to pull him into another kiss before relaxing again.

Declan lets the water run over his hand, waiting until it's warm enough. Once it is, he sets the plug down and turns as she rubs his hair. He kisses her back, lingering. He eventually forces a separation. "You're my favorite ex-pornstar turned stripper-bartender," he replies with a laugh. "Man, that's way too specific. How about... you're just my favorite?" He stands up, moves into the bath, and sits across from her with a teasing smirk. "So what happened? Do you want to talk about it? I don't mind either way. Just, it sucks to see you so frustrated. But I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Just your favorite works too." Dahlia grinned, watching as he slipped into the tub. She sighed softly, tangling her legs with his. One hand rubbing gently along his lower leg. "Honestly? I can't tell you specifics. For your own safety." She murmured. "I'm tangled up in some stuff. I don't want you getting tangled up in it too." Closing her eyes again. "But we got into a bad argument. Really bad. And there's just so much baggage there." She muttered. But then put on another wry smile. "It'll work itself out. I just needed an outlet. And...you're my favorite outlet you know. Better than any high or drunken stupor."

"Sounds awful," Declan says as the water continues to run. He rubs one of her knees, thinking. "You know I'm happy to be an outlet, Dahlia. I meant mostly what I said in there. You can come to me if you just want to get fucked. If that's... better or easier. I don't mind it. I like it. Like I said, it's been a long time since I've gotten to do something like that." He looks up at her. "But be careful with whatever you're caught up in. Be good to yourself first. But whatever it is, you're probably right, I don't want to be part of it. I especially don't need a Police Captain looking at me really hard." The hand on her knee splays out.

Dahlia considers him for a moment, as if maybe there was something she wanted to say but then decided against it. Instead, she smiles again. "Yeah, if looks could kill, he'd be a serial killer." She laughed, which trailed off into a sigh. "But, I don't think we're gonna be seeing each other for a long while. It's for the best." Looking at his hand then traveling up his arm back to his eyes. "I'll be as careful as I can be." She assured him. "I'm sure if I fuck up royally you'll figure it out sooner rather than later." Shaking her head. "I'm sorry about your shirt...I'll fix it for you. I think it might need a couple more buttons." A beat of pause and then adding, "The same goes for you, you know. I mean, if you need an outlet or have an urge...just hit me up."

Declan smiles a little. He twists and arm to turn the water off with the tub is a little over half full. "I'm sorry to hear it, but not sorry to hear it," he replies, quieting after. A few moments of silence follow. "Cool. Thanks. And don't worry about the shirt, unless you just want to. And," he grins. "Sure. It won't always be like... this. I'm just not that intense all the time." He reclines a little, letting his back rest up against a wall. "I guess I don't really know how you feel about other things. Did you only want it rough? Or are you open to... whatever. Whatever that other stuff is called."

"We did sorta just jump into everything." Dahlia laughed. No surprise there. She had a bad habit of jumping in head first into everything. Rolling over his questions for a moment before speaking again. "Always being rough makes it less interesting." Her fingers continued to idly dance across his flesh. "I'm open to...normal." She mused. "Lovemaking, just foreplay, seeing where things go." A little shrug of her shoulders. "I like you Declan. But I'm a trainwreck. So I'm happy to just...have this. Whatever this is." She offered. "And whatever comes with it. Even if that's just chilling out and watching a movie now and then. What about you? What're you thinking?"

"Yeah, it does. Or... it can. I've never really had a session sub. Someone who just comes in for sex and goes. I'm not really sure that's something I'd like." Declan rubs one of her feet beneath the water and smirks sometimes when she finds a tickling spot on his leg. "I don't really know," is his casual answer. "My head's not in a good place to make decisions like that right now. I was... I was feeling really good. Now I'm wiped." He smiles wide. "I'm not that guy who never commits to anything. But just right now... I have no idea. Movies and foreplay sound good. Talking sounds good. Baths together sound... yeah, good. But I don't know what that is, because it sounds more than friends with benefits. I don't think that covers a dom-sub relationship."

Dahlia made a pleased little noise as he rubbed one of her feet. "Then if we have to label it, we're friends with some really good benefits. I think that sounds good to me." She agreed. "Maybe it'll turn into more. Maybe it won't. Whatever happens, it's going to be fun and I don't think either of us'll regret it." She gave him another grin. "At least, I hope not. " She stretched a little again, body arching, showing off for him as she chuckled. "Maybe we can order in and just chill out...and then if we're feeling up to it, I'm gonna take my revenge on you." A tease in her tone.

Declan watches her stretch, grinning a little. "Sounds... yeah. Sounds good, Dahlia." His head tilts a little as he watches her, taking in the sight. "Regret it? I've no idea. Depends on how many more scratches you give me," Declan chuckles. "You don't need to order anything. I have... actually, maybe I don't." He looks around, but his phone isn't anywhere around, it's over near the bed, so he sighs and leans back. He turns back at mentions of revenge. "Oh man. I'm not sure I want to know what that looks like." He chuckles. "Give me a hint. I might need to mentally prepare myself."

"We'll figure out a food situation when we get outta the tub." Dahlia carefully shifted so she was on her knees and could lean in closer to Declan. Mischief dancing in those green eyes. "A hint huh?" A few kisses trailed against his neck. "Well...there's gonna be a lotta biting." A gentle nip to his ear lobe. "And some scratching..." A finger lightly dragging down his chest. "And a whole lotta begging." A devilish grin. So...who would be doing the begging was a little ambiguous. Then she gave him another brief kiss before shifting to settle back in the tub.

Declan watches her, still grinning. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes, as shivers run down his back and goosebumps spark across his skin. Swallowing once, he looks back down at her and moves a little. "I think that maybe this should happen sooner rather than later. Just go gentle on all the scratching and biting where people can see. Some people think that's tacky, and I need all the tips I can get."

Declan moves again, tilting forward, and closes the distance between them. He kisses her briefly. If she wants to leave the tub, he follows. Stay? He stays. If she wants to order out first, then Declan goes to sort that out. But soon after, he's chasing her for that next high.

She isn't the only one with a new favorite drug.