Business as [Un]usual [Larry x OC - Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Fafiction]

What You Do

NSFW.
TW/CW: Sexual Content

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Sayomi checked her phone as they stepped out into the night.

Just a little after one.

Putting it back into her purse, she turned her eyes over to Larry who stood awkwardly off to the side. She walked over to him, looking up into his eyes.

“I usually don’t do stuff like this,” he said quietly, looking down into her soft purple gaze.

She knew that was a line that men used, but she knew that Larry was telling the truth when he said that. He just didn’t seem like the type at all. Maybe the alcohol was clouding her judgment, but she just couldn’t see him like that.

“Me neither,” Sayomi murmured.

He reached over to place one gloved hand at her waist and pulled her up against him, leaning down so their noses were touching. If he could do it once, he could do it again, especially in a darkened place with no one else around.

“Tell me if I am stepping over any lines, Sayomi. I’d hate to scare you away.”

“Step away…” she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, quickly.

He stumbled in surprise, his back against the wall of the building. Dropping his briefcase, he wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her up against him tightly by her waist.

They were a tangle lips and hands for a moment before she stepped back, allowing him the reprieve of air so he could get his brain back on track. The alcohol was doing all the talking, but he didn’t care. It had been a while since he had someone show such interest in him, and now he knew he wasn’t crazy when he thought she was flirting with him sober.

The sudden thought of everything he wanted to do to her, with her, overcame him, and he just wanted more. More and more and more.

Standing up straight and adjusting his tie, he took the briefcase from her shaking outstretched hand. 

“Well, Aoki,” he thought to himself, “You started it.”

He took her hand in his and gently led her along the closest cross street. 

Stopping underneath the streetlight, he turned to face her again, “The hotel is about a five-minute walk this way. And my place is about five minutes that way. Where would you like to go?”

“Larry…” she started.

“Aoki,” he corrected, “Larry is just the name everyone calls me. Comes with the job.”

She nodded, the overwhelming need to be somewhere much softer filling every part of her mind.

“So where do you want to go?” he asked again, wanting to give her the option. 

He was a good man, no matter how badly he wanted her to say his place, he knew that there was a chance that this was the extent for her. 

She stepped closer to him again, motioning him to lean down so she could whisper in his ear. He obliged, closing his eyes as he felt her warm breath spread over his neck.

“Take me home, Aoki.”

The way his name rolled off her tongue was more than he could take. 

He placed a kiss on her lips for the third time that night before mumbling, “With pleasure.”

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