harry and faye are the couple from "fine line" :-)
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The man in front of Faye is beautiful, and he's speaking to her. Out of all the people in this bar who have come to celebrate the final night of the play, he's decided to sit beside her, order her a drink, and strike up a conversation with her. How long has it been since she's been hit on? How long has it been since she's talked to someone new?
The man, Harry, has his chin in his palm, and he's talking about his job. He works in a tattoo shop, and judging by his rolled up sleeves, she understands that it's a hobby of his to get it done on himself too. She leans in to hear him speak, interested in what he has to say. She's usually so nervous about talking to people, but something about Harry makes her feel comfortable and open. It's not the drink because she's only had a Sprite in the last half hour of speaking to him. Perhaps it's his crystal green eyes that give off a certain warmth that she's been yearning for for the longest time now or maybe the dimples beside his smile that makes her want to cave into him.
As he speaks, his pretty eyes wander down to her mouth where she sips at the drink with a straw. Half way through him speaking about a tattoo he's done, he pauses and bites down on his lip. She raises a brow at him, but doesn't ask him to continue, silently asking him what he'd like from her with her eyes.
He takes a deep breath. "What are the chances I'll be able to take you home?"
Faye's not the type to go home with a stranger, but after a disappointing evening of her co-actors pairing off and enjoying themselves without her, she thinks she deserves to be a little risky. She tries to show that it's not her first time with a confident smile. "I'd say they're pretty good."
The smile on his face grows. "Yeah? Well, I wouldn't mind if you said goodbye to your friends now and accompanied me to my car."
She checks over her shoulder and her coworkers. "They're not my friends. Let's go."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Harry."
He stands up and holds his hand out. "Alright, Faye."
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All Faye can think about is how well Harry kisses. He kisses her with his whole body, putting so much passion into it. She melts into him immediately, knees weak, glad that Harry's holding her in his lap. She holds him close, hands in his hair. "Tastes so sweet," Harry mumbles against her mouth. "What's that–? Cherry?"
She giggles, dragging her hands down his chest. "My chapstick?"
"Yes."
"It's cherry, yes."
"Tastes so good, love."
He's already down to his briefs, staring up at her like he's ready to devour her. She pulls her dress over her head and lets him hold her waist in his hands and bring her in to kiss her the straps of her bra softly. His fingers run over her skin as he murmurs, "So soft." She throws her head back to let his lips reach her neck and jaw, eyes fluttering shut as her hands become fists on the swallows on his chest, breathing softly.
"Gonna lay you down," he tells her quietly, moving back a bit. "My mattress is a bit small...just moved in here. Haven't had the chance to buy a new one yet–"
"S'okay," she assures him in a whisper. "It's good."
"Maybe the next time you come over, I'll have a better one."
She laughs as she falls onto her back and waits for him. Instead, she watches him reach under his bed where a box of condoms rest. "You're awfully cheeky."
