Mint and oranges

He smelled like mint and oranges. Citrus and mint is an amazing combination, come to find out. She was laying on his bed, trying to figure out exactly what she just did. It was because he smelled like mint and oranges. She tried to justify the significantly disgusting sex that she just had repeatedly while pulling on strings of frayed blanket thread. The memories of him begging her to fuck him in the ass rushed through her mind and she cringed a little, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.

She tried to come to terms with the fact that she definitely fucked a guy in the ass with a strap on. A strap on that he had ready to use. He begged her, in fact. He seemed as straight as any male comes. Comes. He came more than she'd ever seen anyone come. She shivered against the soft bed beneath her, getting wet again at the thought of it. Was this something she enjoyed? Something so completely outside of her realm of experience. She kept her eyes closed and her thoughts went over the entire night, from start to finish.

She couldn't remember much. A very long night at a crowded and loud bar. Smoking, too much smoking. She met him outside while fishing for a lighter in her pockets. He seemed charming, sweet. He also seemed alone, even with the friends that they both had inside the bar at that time. She found out that he ran in the same circle she did. She remembered talking about all sorts of things. Intelligent things. Stupid things. Flirty things. And that's when the actual things that mattered started to happen. Flirty things...

"Hey!", he said, more loudly than initially anticipated. He put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in close. "I definitely have some Absynthe back in my room, wanna go get some? We can smuggle it back into the bar! It's right around the corner." She giggled at him and his apparent drunken stupor. She took a long drag off her smoke and placed it between his lips. Staring at her directly in the eyes, he took the cigarette from her and took a drag.

"Sure, Absynthe is my drink of all drinks," she replied, pushing herself up off the wall. It was late, maybe 2AM. They were in Ballard with almost no one around. The heels of her black leather boots echoed off the small brick buildings in the neighborhood. They talked about those things again, those flirty things again. Bringing up that they're both married. Both relatively happy. The alcohol was hitting her now, she had quite a bit of beer and a few shots of something one of their friends shoved in her face. During the walk, he would get very close to her, wavering in his gait, and every time she would smell that smell. She could feel his old leather jacket on her skin. Mint and Oranges.

With a gesture he waved to a building off the beaten path.

"Here we are." He said quietly. It didn't look like a hotel, or a house, or a motel. It looked more like a garage of some type. She raised an eyebrow and lifted a hand to her face.

"Rusty, I...I..." She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to make him think that she doubted the safety of his company, but she was a little worried at the weird alleyway garage he was leading her to. He laughed and shook his head.

"I'm fucking with you. It's over there." He gestured across the street to an actual motel. She rolled her eyes and laughed and sighed. They bantered back and forth while they crossed the street and went to his room. Room number 5. The door was a weird mix of burnt orange and mint green. There's that combination again. He unlocked the room and swung open the door, letting her walk in first.

They entered the room and kept the conversation going as he dug out the absynthe from a large suitcase on one of the king size beds. She leaned up against the dresser, watching and talking. She looked around the room briefly. Nothing interesting. Nothing interesting until he accidentally stumbled upon the bed, knocking the bag over onto the floor and revealing a large red rubber strap on. She blinked and covered her mouth, not sure of what to say or do at that point. He stood up, laughing maniacally with the Absynthe in his right hand.