A Different Sort of Thing

Though the movie was loud, it wasn’t amped up to the usual levels you would find in a theatre. Dmitri figured the gist was that they wanted their patrons to talk amongst themselves, so long as they didn’t get too loud and distracting. Any other place, and the two of them would’ve received a stern shushing by now.

It was the reason he’d felt so comfortable talking to her now, but it also meant that the patrons nearby could pick up bits and pieces of their conversation, whether they meant to eavesdrop or not. Judging by the way the man behind Alicia jerked around when she said ‘you feel good between my thighs’, then quickly turned around, he’d caught enough of their conversation to make things suitably awkward. One look at Alicia seemed to tell him it was best to keep his focus forward, on his annoyed date for the evening. Smart man.

Dmitri had a smirk at that, though he covered it quick with a swig of melted icewater when Alicia threw that slasher grin his way. It was, at the same, the most terrifying and alluring thing he could imagine.

It also put another question in his mind, just as nagging as the last one, and probably just as unwise.

He ran his finger around the rim of the glass, glancing between her and the silver screen, waiting for a scene change to speak. ”Would you rather be watching the movie or squeezing me?”

With the conversation seemingly at an end for the moment, Alicia’s attention had returned fully to the screen and to her meal. As might have been established by now, she might not have been the film’s greatest fan on certain issues (cough, historical accuracy, cough) but she couldn’t deny it was well-acted, well-costumed and fun when it wasn’t rubbing its mistakes in her face.

Technically, if she thought about it too much, that would include most of the film but… Well, she was at least trying to enjoy her time with Dmitri.

She could feel his eyes on her though as the scene continued and to him asking something was no surprise.

His question though…

Would she rather be here, watching a film she’d watched plenty of times before and had issues with, or would she rather have Dmitri…?

Alicia shifted in her seat, almost unconsciously crossing her ankles and extending her legs out – as if she already had Dmitri’s neck caught between them and was on the verge of popping his head clear off.

That and the second recurrence of her slasher smirk in under two minutes were probably more than answer enough as to which she’d prefer. Certainly, the redhead wasn’t saying anything but then Alicia was one to favour actions over words.

A couple of good battle scenes and speeches later and the movie was done, leaving Dmitri with the experience of what it was like to eat out with a tigress. While he’d enjoyed himself and his time with Alicia, he couldn’t deny that there was some tension going on, even moreso than usual. She always had an edge about her, regardless of the time, but it seemed Alicia feisty tonight. Rarely a good thing for his general wellbeing.

It followed them on the ride back through the city, all the way to her apartment, and past her front door. She wasn’t the only one feeling it, either.

Whatever the relationship between Alicia and Dmitri was, he liked it. She liked it. They worked well together - for odd reasons, but reasons all the same. When he’d asked her out of a date, a part of him thought she’d turn it down, but no. She came. She didn’t have to, but she did, and he felt that meant something. What, though?

There was only one way to be sure, in his mind, and after he closed the door, he decided to just take the plunge.

”Hey.” Dmitri moved to Alicia’s side as she got settled, and put a single, tender kiss on her cheek. Just one. Quick and sweet.

Watching Gladiator again wasn’t ever going to set Alicia’s world on fire, that was for sure. The food hadn’t been bad, Dmitri’s company was certainly better than the first time they’d dated and the film certainly hadn’t got any worse.

But she could think of better ways to spend an evening; she didn’t think she’d take him up on his next invitation. It wasn’t that she minded spending time with Dmitri but her interest in him was chiefly physical – it’d been worth going but she wasn’t about to lead him on into thinking this was going to end up with them married or something.

Sooner or later, Alicia was pretty sure she’d get bored of him and move on.

Between that and the built-up tension, there was a definite restlessness to her all the way back to her apartment. That was fine, it’d be good for her workout tomorrow.

She still invited Dmitri in for a drink, because she fancied a drink and didn’t fancy drinking it alone.

And then he kissed her.

Dmitri’s action caught Alicia off-guard. There was a lot of touching in the whirlwind of weirdness that was their offbeat relationship, most of it violent and the vast bulk of it instigated by the redhead. There had been kissing, of course there’d been kissing, but not the tender, gentle brush of a kiss that he’d just ghosted over her cheek.

Well, if he wanted to play that game… Alicia turned fast, intending to catch his lips with her own, one hand coming up to cup the back of his skull so she could pull him into a much more forceful kiss. If he wanted to play that game, she was going to make sure he played it properly.

There was a moment - a sliver of a second - after Dmitri kissed Alicia, where he wasn’t sure what would happen next, and wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. He’d done what he did on impulse, and that was always a risk with Alicia. He wouldn’t go so far as to call her animal - not when she could hear him say, certainly - but she could be very primal and instinctive at times. A wild huntress.

Maybe she’d like it. Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d enjoy it. Maybe she’d break him in two.

Words couldn't adequately describe the relief when it turned out that she was receptive to it. Very receptive, it seemed, as she brought Dmitri in for a smoldering kiss, pressing their lips together with hungry force that left him breathless. ‘Aggressive’ was the first word that came to his mind, right before coherent thought started becoming a serious challenge.

Movement. They needed to move. Standing was awkward, and if this was going to go anywhere, it had to be forward.

Dmitri kept up the kiss, doing his best to match Alicia’s ravenous pace. Not the easiest thing to do, but he made a decent job of it, stealing breathes when he could and sliding away with his tongue. All the while he tried to nudge her towards the couch, silently suggesting where this could go next.

While ‘domineering’ might be a fair description of Alicia’s style of kissing, a better one might be ‘challenging’. It wasn’t that she was consciously trying to dominate her partner (or opponent), she was – as ever really – pushing for them to test her. She wanted to be tested, for lack of a better term, and she wanted even this to be a fight.

Dmitri was doing his best but, well, she’d clearly caught him off-guard and not expecting this. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it and the curvy redhead certainly was but it wasn’t her ideal kiss even if it was a lot of fun.

Plus, if she was honest, Alicia often held the opinion that women were better kissers.

Still, this was still promising.

Focusing on the kiss, Alicia let Dmitri and her memory of the room guide her towards the couch.

Until she felt its substance pressing against the back of her legs. Then the redhead let herself sink down, then back, drawing Dmitri with her as she did so.

Perhaps surprisingly, with her legs resting together, her interest not immediately in squeezing her scissor toy so much as exploring the possibilities of the kiss some more.

The process of lowering herself onto the couch safely did virtually necessitate a brief interval in said kiss, as did the need for refuelling her oxygen supplies, but as soon as she was in place Alicia intended to yank Dmitri back down for some more.

Dmitri wasn’t a wild, adventurous man by any real stretch of the imagination, and anyone who’d hung around him for two minutes could probably piece that together. In fact, when it came to anything non-wrestling, he would probably describe himself as milquetoast, and he was perfectly fine with that. Tokyo had plenty of craziness without him adding to it.

But that didn’t mean he’d never kissed a woman before, or even gone quite a bit beyond that.. He wasn’t that boring.

Granted, this was the first time he’d ever done so with a woman who had such a size advantage of him, so things worked a bit different. He was doing his best to keep pace with her as they moved across the room, even slipping out of his shoes as they moved to give himself more freedom.

Even though he was the one pushing forward while Alicia moved back - a rare occurrence - it felt more like he was being led, and the sensation was reinforced when they went down to the couch and she dragged him along with her. Not that he was about to resist, but it likely wouldn’t have mattered too much if he did. Where she wanted him to go, he went.

After a short air break, they were back at it again, with Dmitri adjusting on the couch for comfort above her. His hands got into things, too, with one of them moving to her leg and running along the side, slowly caressing them, feeling along the counters, massaging them. It was a nice change of pace, really. When they were crushing him, he had little chance to admire to just how well sculpted and beautiful they really were, like some kind of machine made flesh.