"Gotcha boss." He says with a little smile, he likes that she's blunt and 100% honest with him. It makes everything so much easier and clear which is great because he can be an idiot sometimes.
“It’s not going to be every night, so don’t get your hopes up with that,” she continues. “I might say no. Obviously, there’s no commitment here, so you’re welcome to go fuck someone else.
I don’t care if you spend the night after we have sex, but you’re leaving the next morning. You’re not moving in.”
Boundaries. Lois isn’t here to feed and entertain him. Again… not a relationship. No obligations on either of their parts.
Well, now Lois is definitely curious, after a response like that. She won’t question it for now, but she plans to run his name on a few databases she has access to.
It’s actually kind of surprising that she hasn’t run his name yet.
“Maybe you should consider getting blackout drunk at home next time.”
"There's not going to be a lot of other people clamouring to have sex with me, I can guarantee that, but if there IS I'll give you a heads up in case you have any sexual health concerns."
He says in a shocking display of maturity and responsible thinking. She isn't his girlfriend but she's a friend and he's not going to put her health and comfort on the line.
If and when she runs his name she won't get very much; a few unpaid parking tickets, minor arrests back home for probably similar drunken behavior. The most notable thing she will find will be a newspaper article about him surviving a brutal animal attack.
"I usually try to." He says and groans, holding his head for a moment.
"Fuck I feel like garbage, guess I look it too huhn?"
He tilts his head back, thinking for a moment if there's anything he wants to ask her but she's already laid things out clearly and she's kind of the one calling the shots. He's just the lucky duck who gets to have sex with such a cool chick.
"Hrmmmmm...." He hums and then looks at her with a sweet smile.
Lois huffs a laugh at that. “If you say so.” He actually has a nice smile. “Anyway, I’m not the only one who can make demands. You can ask for what you want, and I can determine if I want to honor it.”
She stands up. “You think about it for a few minutes. I’ll be right back. Do you want anything? Something to drink?”
After giving Richard a drink if he wants one, Lois disappears into her bedroom to change and pull the box of condoms out of her drawer. She tosses them on the bed, presuming that she and him will end up there eventually. Ultimately, she decides to take a few with her when she emerges from her room.
“You know, it actually is a sexy look.”
Lois is wearing the outfit from their sexting the other night: her Ramones shirt with no bra underneath, a pair of panties, and her Doc Martens. Her long, dark hair cascades down over her shoulders.
Richard suspects that the only demand he'll make is "more please" but he nods in agreement and accepts the drink, opening the bottle of beer and taking a long sip while she disappears into her room for a few moments. He feels giddy, excited but also a little relieved now that she's set the boundaries and expectations. He deals better with things when he knows what's expected of him and Lois has gracefully set the bar pretty damn low for him.
"Huhn?" Turning to see what she's talking about he freezes when he sees her, his eyes going wide as they take in her body and outfit and he only snaps out of it when the beer he was about to drink sloshes onto his face.
"holy FUCK!" He barks and wipes at his mouth, his eyes sliding up and down her body appreciatively. "I mean...damnit! You did that on purpose!!" He accuses her with a laugh.
Lois laughs lightly at his reaction. “Made you spill your drink? No. But I did want to surprise you.”
She lets him take her all in for a moment, then sits down on the couch where he had been sitting previously. Lois puts the condoms on the coffee table. “Come here.” Richard is the type of man who responds to commands, so she’ll happily give him some. “Join me.”
Lois shrugs. “I wasn’t really doing anything yet.” It’s Saturday, and while she doesn’t work as much on the weekends, she usually does a few work-related things in the afternoons and evenings. “I have a few of my colleagues’ stories to read over and send feedback to before they’re approved to print.”
She doesn't have to tell him twice, he puts his beer down on the coffee table next to the condoms and slides off the couch. Crawling on all fours until he comes to rest on his knees next to her, his eyes eagerly looking at her bare legs.
"You look incredible." He says, one of his hands moving to slip up her combat boot and onto her leg.
You underestimate Claurant's capacity to flirt with just about anyone.
"Isn't that technically a career? Freelancing?" Claurant says, wondering if he misinterpreted him. "Some people do that. Who am I to judge you, honestly?"
The crawling is a bit much and Lois raises an eyebrow at him. She doesn’t mind being dominant, but she doesn’t want to completely subjugate him. A totally submissive man isn’t attractive to her.
“Thanks,” Lois replies. “You don’t have to stay on the floor if you don’t want to.”
He isn't trying to be submissive, it's just a bit of his animal side instinctively coming out and when she pats the spot next to her he scoots up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
"I mean I kind of want to because you've got dynamite legs but I also want to kiss you so...." He says with a grin and leans in to nuzzle her neck a little.
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Date: 2026-01-10 12:32 am (UTC)"No questions so far."
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Date: 2026-01-10 12:40 am (UTC)It clearly wasn’t for a job. Why not just go back?
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Date: 2026-01-10 12:42 am (UTC)"Personal reasons."
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Date: 2026-01-10 12:47 am (UTC)I don’t care if you spend the night after we have sex, but you’re leaving the next morning. You’re not moving in.”
Boundaries. Lois isn’t here to feed and entertain him. Again… not a relationship. No obligations on either of their parts.
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Date: 2026-01-10 12:57 am (UTC)It’s actually kind of surprising that she hasn’t run his name yet.
“Maybe you should consider getting blackout drunk at home next time.”
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:00 am (UTC)He says in a shocking display of maturity and responsible thinking. She isn't his girlfriend but she's a friend and he's not going to put her health and comfort on the line.
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:10 am (UTC)"I usually try to." He says and groans, holding his head for a moment.
"Fuck I feel like garbage, guess I look it too huhn?"
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:29 am (UTC)She’s quiet for a moment as she thinks. “That’s it for now, I think. Anything you want or think I should know?”
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:31 am (UTC)“You kind of do,” Lois says. “I can drive you home if you want.”
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:39 am (UTC)"Hrmmmmm...." He hums and then looks at her with a sweet smile.
"Just that you're hot as hell and twice as cool."
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Date: 2026-01-10 01:58 am (UTC)She stands up. “You think about it for a few minutes. I’ll be right back. Do you want anything? Something to drink?”
After giving Richard a drink if he wants one, Lois disappears into her bedroom to change and pull the box of condoms out of her drawer. She tosses them on the bed, presuming that she and him will end up there eventually. Ultimately, she decides to take a few with her when she emerges from her room.
“You know, it actually is a sexy look.”
Lois is wearing the outfit from their sexting the other night: her Ramones shirt with no bra underneath, a pair of panties, and her Doc Martens. Her long, dark hair cascades down over her shoulders.
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Date: 2026-01-10 02:01 am (UTC)They get in and Lois starts towards a diner she knows that is relatively inexpensive.
“I’m sorry you had such a shitty night.”
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Date: 2026-01-10 03:15 am (UTC)"Well I'm sorry I kind of ruined your morning."
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Date: 2026-01-10 03:26 am (UTC)"Huhn?" Turning to see what she's talking about he freezes when he sees her, his eyes going wide as they take in her body and outfit and he only snaps out of it when the beer he was about to drink sloshes onto his face.
"holy FUCK!" He barks and wipes at his mouth, his eyes sliding up and down her body appreciatively. "I mean...damnit! You did that on purpose!!" He accuses her with a laugh.
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Date: 2026-01-10 03:45 am (UTC)"Do? You mean like career wise? Nothing." He says with a grimace, "I work shitty jobs when I have to."
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Date: 2026-01-10 11:05 am (UTC)She lets him take her all in for a moment, then sits down on the couch where he had been sitting previously. Lois puts the condoms on the coffee table. “Come here.” Richard is the type of man who responds to commands, so she’ll happily give him some. “Join me.”
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Date: 2026-01-10 11:11 am (UTC)She could use some coffee, actually.
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Date: 2026-01-10 07:10 pm (UTC)"I hope you get paid double for all that."
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Date: 2026-01-10 07:49 pm (UTC)"You look incredible." He says, one of his hands moving to slip up her combat boot and onto her leg.
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Date: 2026-01-10 10:42 pm (UTC)"Isn't that technically a career? Freelancing?" Claurant says, wondering if he misinterpreted him. "Some people do that. Who am I to judge you, honestly?"
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Date: 2026-01-11 01:16 am (UTC)“You’re lucky I wasn’t tracking down any leads. Sometimes sources can only meet on the weekends.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 01:26 am (UTC)“Thanks,” Lois replies. “You don’t have to stay on the floor if you don’t want to.”
She pats the couch cushion next to her.
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Date: 2026-01-11 02:18 am (UTC)"I mean I kind of want to because you've got dynamite legs but I also want to kiss you so...." He says with a grin and leans in to nuzzle her neck a little.