It's easier to be brave now that she's both draping herself across his lap and the fact that he can smell her attraction, he only fully transforms three nights of the month but his sense of smell is always more powerful than a human's and as he nuzzles her neck he breathes in a deep whiff of her scent.
"You smell really good." He murmurs against her skin, his voice dropping lower and he places a few soft kisses on her pulse before shifting his face up to catch her lips in a slow, soft kiss.
"Huhn." Richard muses and un-fastens his seat belt once she's parked. "This is going to sound stupid but I never actually thought that anytime a news article says 'sources say' it's actually a real person you're getting the info from."
“What do I smell like?” she asks out of curiosity. Lois had dabbed on some perfume before work, but that was early this morning. Surely he can’t still smell it.
Her breath catches just before he kisses her. She’s struck by how sweet and soft it is, not crashing his mouth against hers. Still, it isn’t shy either.
Maybe she’s underestimated him.
Lois opens her mouth slightly against his as she twists her fingers in his shirt.
“Sometimes it isn’t,” Lois says as she locks the car. “Depends on the quality of the paper. In celebrity gossip? Usually fake.”
Inside, the diner is standard fare. A counter. A row of booths. Nothing fancy. But the coffee is decent and the food is good. A number of the waitresses say hi to her, which shows how often she’s here. Sometimes she comes alone to write.
Lois and Richard sit down across from each other in a booth. After ordering some coffee, she studies him.
He can smell the faint remains of her perfume but that isn't what is so intoxicating, that's the smell of her warm skin, the sweat she's built up during the day, her pheromones rising up from her pores and even the sticky sweet smell of her pussy. That's what he smells and luckily he doesn't have to answer her question because their lips are busy and when she opens her mouth he eagerly does the same. His tongue licking in almost delicately, as if she were an expensive drink he wants to taste.
He sits down in the booth with a long sigh, grateful to be in an easy, simple environment. After a full moon transformation he always feels like he's been rubbed against a cheese grater, his skin feels tight and sounds are always so much more intense.
"What?" He asks and then rubs a hand over his weary face. "Oh. A couple of times, all for stupid shit."
With the way her arousal grows as they kiss, she’s going to give him more and more of her scent to enjoy. Lois gasps a breath before going back in, her tongue stroking against his. He tastes like beer, but she’s certainly tasted worse.
Eventually, she needs more air and she breaks the kiss, though she doesn’t go far. “Mmm,” she murmurs against his mouth. “I like that.”
A little shiver goes through her at the sound of that gruff voice. His normal voice is kind of nasal and high pitched, so it’s a surprise to hear something like a growl coming from him.
“Oh. I want to mention that you have my consent to touch me anywhere. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you to stop.”
With that out of the way, Lois cups his rough cheek and leans back in, this time sucking his lower lip into her mouth.
“Not when I’m caught in places that I’m not allowed to be in.” She smiles back at him, unsure if he’s just trying to put on a brave face for her. He’s a mess.
Their coffee comes and Lois unloads at least 5 packets of sugar into hers.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. I remember when I used to be able to sleep on a floor with no problems. Now? My back will be messed up for days. Getting older is great.”
"Yeaaaah I think technically it's just called being a loser." He says with a snort, "Which is fine. I work in order to pay rent, not to feel fulfilled."
“Nah, this is perfect,” she says before taking a sip. No creamer. Just black coffee and a lot of sugar.
Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”
Richard snorts and rolls his eyes, "Sorry. Chicks, girls, women, dames, ladies, female presenting human beings. Whatever."
"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."
"I can't name many people work is truly fulfilling for, and those few people are incredibly lucky. I wouldn't feel bad about it," he says assuredly, taking another sip of his wine.
A surge of arousal goes through his body as she sucks his lip into her mouth and he presses in against her, his hands immediately moving to touch her now that she's given her consent. One goes to her waist while the other slides down her bare leg, savouring the feeling of her warm, bare skin as he kisses her deeply.
Lois hums in her throat as they kiss, one hand resting on his chest as the other holds his jaw, her thumb brushing over his stubble. His hands on her feel delightful and she sighs with want when she pulls away to breathe.
It’s on the tip of her tongue to give him some instructions, but Lois holds back for now. She wants to see what he does instinctively.
"If we were in an old detective novel you'd totally be a dame." He says with a little smile, "You'd be 'that crazy news hawk dame with a pistol in her purse.'"
Richard meanwhile orders some bacon and toast.
"Yeah 42, and mostly just to make sure I don't have to mock you for calling yourself old. I hate it when 20 somethings are like 'omg I'm sooooo old now'."
"Yeah exactly!" He says, a little more strength in his smile. "Although with your line of work and mentality maybe you'd be the detective in the story, that would be a cool twist."
He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, but you're not some dumb twenty something either. Thank God."
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Date: 2026-01-11 02:35 am (UTC)Lois turns into a parking lot and parks the car.
“If the source is scared or wants to be kept anonymous, we’ll meet someplace more private.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 02:40 am (UTC)“I think you should.”
Let him make the move. Lois tilts her neck so that he can nuzzle it and runs a hand through his hair.
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Date: 2026-01-11 03:44 am (UTC)"You smell really good." He murmurs against her skin, his voice dropping lower and he places a few soft kisses on her pulse before shifting his face up to catch her lips in a slow, soft kiss.
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Date: 2026-01-11 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-01-11 03:58 am (UTC)Her breath catches just before he kisses her. She’s struck by how sweet and soft it is, not crashing his mouth against hers. Still, it isn’t shy either.
Maybe she’s underestimated him.
Lois opens her mouth slightly against his as she twists her fingers in his shirt.
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Date: 2026-01-11 04:06 am (UTC)Inside, the diner is standard fare. A counter. A row of booths. Nothing fancy. But the coffee is decent and the food is good. A number of the waitresses say hi to her, which shows how often she’s here. Sometimes she comes alone to write.
Lois and Richard sit down across from each other in a booth. After ordering some coffee, she studies him.
“How many times have you been arrested?”
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Date: 2026-01-11 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-01-11 04:20 am (UTC)"What?" He asks and then rubs a hand over his weary face. "Oh. A couple of times, all for stupid shit."
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Date: 2026-01-11 04:28 am (UTC)Eventually, she needs more air and she breaks the kiss, though she doesn’t go far. “Mmm,” she murmurs against his mouth. “I like that.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 04:34 am (UTC)He looks hungover and exhausted. A little piece of her that cares about him feels bad.
“Are you okay?” Lois asks quietly.
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Date: 2026-01-11 04:49 am (UTC)"Do you get a bit of a pass on stuff like that because you're doing it for work?"
He looks up into her face and tries to give her an encouraging smile.
"Yeah, I am. Just exhausted and sore, I slept a bit on a cell bench so my neck is all fucked up."
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Date: 2026-01-11 05:21 am (UTC)"Yeah? Good." He says, his voice low and gruff and he nudges the tip of his nose against hers in a little nose rub.
"I like it too. A lot."
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Date: 2026-01-11 12:19 pm (UTC)“Oh. I want to mention that you have my consent to touch me anywhere. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you to stop.”
With that out of the way, Lois cups his rough cheek and leans back in, this time sucking his lower lip into her mouth.
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Date: 2026-01-11 12:28 pm (UTC)Their coffee comes and Lois unloads at least 5 packets of sugar into hers.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. I remember when I used to be able to sleep on a floor with no problems. Now? My back will be messed up for days. Getting older is great.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:18 pm (UTC)It's a little joke which means he must not be feeling like total death, although really it would take him dying to not make jokes.
"I know chicks hate this question, but how old are you?"
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-01-12 01:19 am (UTC)Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”
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Date: 2026-01-12 09:19 am (UTC)"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."
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Date: 2026-01-13 02:04 am (UTC)The waitress returns and Lois orders some pancakes, because why fucking not?
“42, right?” She asks Richard after the waitress leaves. “Why’d you ask my age?”
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Date: 2026-01-13 02:19 am (UTC)It’s on the tip of her tongue to give him some instructions, but Lois holds back for now. She wants to see what he does instinctively.
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Date: 2026-01-13 04:07 am (UTC)Richard meanwhile orders some bacon and toast.
"Yeah 42, and mostly just to make sure I don't have to mock you for calling yourself old. I hate it when 20 somethings are like 'omg I'm sooooo old now'."
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Date: 2026-01-14 12:45 am (UTC)Looking up, she blinks at him, her face serious now. “Are you saying that I’m old?”
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Date: 2026-01-14 03:21 am (UTC)He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, but you're not some dumb twenty something either. Thank God."