For Wilke: New York Christmas date

[happy_dsign]

Daphne wasn't going to waste the chance to have an awesome 'Christmas in New York City' type date with no expense spared, even if any shopping would probably not survive the change back to the island. She was okay with that, it would still be fun shopping without a budget.

She also wasn't going to sit around and wait for Wilke to come up with the idea. She had a feeling the island wouldn't stay like this long enough for that to bear fruit, after all. Which is why she bundled up in a cute mint green and cream striped sweater, jeans, and a warm coat, and marched up to Wilke's apartment, knocking firmly.

"Get your coat, you're taking me on a date," she announced as soon as he opened the door.

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[happy_dsign]

Daphne pressed the button for the elevator and the doors opened immediately. Apparently ghost tourists didn't have to use it, so it had just waited for them. She tugged him inside before answering, pressing against him once the doors had closed, and murmured, "The night is still young. If you fall asleep on me I'm going to be very disappointed."

[more_than_that]

The shoving against the wall thing had to happen a lot more often, he thought as his pulse started to beat in his ears. "I'll certainly do everything I can to try and stay awake," he chuckled, "but you might have to put some work into it if it means that much."

Then he took her mouth in a deeper kiss than before.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne moaned softly, returning the kiss as they dropped back down to street level, her arms sliding around his waist, clinging to him. At the moment she had no reservations about her plans, although the cab ride back to his place would probably give her time to get nervous again.

[more_than_that]

Just like the elevator had waited, the cab seemed to have hung around, too. Strange, sure, but what about this place wasn't? He somehow doubted the ghost taxi had a whole lot else to do tonight anyway.

He held the door for her and then gave the address of the current Compound location. Once there, he turned towards her. "Shouldn't be more than a few minutes to get us back, I think. Good thing about ghost New York. No traffic."

[happy_dsign]

Daphne nodded and just curled up against him, closing her eyes. The constantly shifting lights as they drove were making it hard to read his lips or see his hands properly anyway, so she may as well just get comfortable. She did, however, move one hand to his thigh, lightly tracing random patterns on his pants with her fingernail. "Good." At this point she just wanted to be alone with him.

[more_than_that]

The way her hand kept moving on his thigh, he'd lean forward and tip the ghost driver. Except he didn't have any money and the money wouldn't matter a damn to the driver.

Instead, he just had to grin and bear it and pray they got home soon.

[happy_dsign]

If she knew how extremely the touch was affecting him, she might have stopped. Then again, she might not have. Either way, it really wasn't a long ride back to their building, and soon enough the cab was slowing down in front of it. Daphne sat up and took a deep breath, smiling at him.

[more_than_that]

The deep breath worried him a little, but it didn't bother him. He had no expectations at all for tonight and he wasn't the kind of guy to put pressure on a girl for sex. One of the few things his dad had taught him that was worth anything at all.

He waited until they were in they were in the lobby before turning to give both of her hands a quick squeeze before signing. "Am I walking you to your room, or are you walking me to mine?"

[happy_dsign]

"Let's go to your place. Bay might be home," Daphne pointed out with a little grin.

[more_than_that]

Wilke nodded and even with his best intentions, his pulse was starting to hammer a little in his chest and he was having to struggle just a little to make sure his breathing didn't make him look like a complete creeper.

"Good plan," he agreed, and pressed the number for his floor when the doors open, then opened the door to his apartment when the arrived. He waited for her to enter then closed the door behind them.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne paused for a moment, then turned to face him, smiling shyly. Now that the moment was upon her, she found herself getting nervous--not enough to back out, just...she wanted to do this right, for it to be good for him. "Should we go to your room?" she asked softly, biting her lip.

[more_than_that]

The lip bite that usually made his pulse go crazy and his body tighten didn't have quite the same effect now they were here. He pulled his jacket off, then took hers as well, draping both off the chair near the door.

Then he stood in front of her again. "Daphne. I'm not dense enough not to have caught the hints all night." he smiled, taking a second to lean in and kiss her forehead, "but if you're nervous, nothing has to happen, okay? I'm not any kind of timetable or anything."

[happy_dsign]

"I want it to happen," Daphne replied. "And...I'm probably never not going to be nervous, but that doesn't mean I don't want to do it." And did he have to be all gallant and make this harder?

[more_than_that]

He nodded once and took her hands. He walked them slowly back to his incredibly messy bedroom and laughed a little. "If I'd known this was even a possibility, I might have straightened up. But since all that would have meant was shoving things into the closet, can we just pretend I did? Or don't look around?"

Joking would, he hoped, get rid of a little of that nervous.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne laughed a little, trying to relax. It would be easier once they got things going, she was sure. "It's not like I've never seen your room before. It's always a mess," she pointed out, not looking anywhere but at him, anyway.

[more_than_that]

"Point to you," he grinned, then took her hands and pulled her closer. When she was right up against him, he slipped one hand around her waist, the other into her hair, bent at the knees and lifted her straight off her feet just as his lips landed on hers in a soft, thorough kiss.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne made a soft noise of surprise, but then he was kissing her, the kiss making her head spin a little. It was perfect, the right mix of hot and tender, and after a minute she wrapped her legs around him, her arms curled around his neck, fingers playing in his hair as she kissed him back eagerly. This, this is what she'd wanted, to not think and have time to come up with a hundred ways this could go wrong.

[more_than_that]

The half-groan, half-laugh he uttered when she wrapped around him rumbled in his chest as the kiss continued. Nice as it was to have her in his arms like this, he knew his back would protest before too much longer. He lowered them both to the bed, shifting them until they lay side by side, his hand worked under her shirt to splay across her belly.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne sighed happily, tangling her legs with his as they resumed kissing, all of her anxiety melting away, replaced by want. She was ready for this. She wanted this, wanted him.

[more_than_that]

Wilke started to shed clothes the longer the kisses continued. By the time he was kissing along her collarbone and back up and along her jaw, they were both bare from the waist up and her jeans were unbuttoned. His fingers traced along the skin just above the elastic line of her panties, a fingertip occasionally slipping just underneath that elastic.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne whimpered, moving her hand down to undo his jeans, then just deciding to go for it. She pulled back a little and lifted her hips, sliding her jeans and panties off all at once, kicking them off the foot of the bed as she looked at him, smiling faintly. "Your turn."

[more_than_that]

Okay, he was a guy. It took a few seconds for his brain to process her fingers unsnapping his jeans to having her suddenly bare to the skin before his eyes. Probably because he had little to no blood flowing to his brain now.

"You're beautiful," he said, looking into her face in the dim light and praying she could see his lips enough to read it.

Then he did as she asked and followed, kicking off shoes, jeans and boxers. He laid back down beside her and pulled her back into his arms, his groan of pleasure vibrating on her lips when their bodies touched completely from lips to toes.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne smiled at his compliment, and then he was taking the rest of his clothes off and they were naked together and thinking suddenly got very difficult. She pressed against him, whimpering at the press of warm skin on warm skin, at the feeling of his arousal against her.

[more_than_that]

The slight friction of their bodies as he kissed her combined with the little sounds she was making, and he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Slowly, gently, he slid his hand between them, watching for tension or for her to pull away. When she didn't, he slid them further down, brushing over her clit to slip a single finger inside her - either to ready her or finish her, only time and her reactions would tell him that one.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne moaned softly, rocking her hips to encourage him, her mouth moving to his jaw, his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin, every touch of his making her molten, putty in his hands.