Log: Laurie and Doug

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Backdated 13th September 2014

Doug takes Laurie out for her birthday and the discussion turns to more intimate subjects.



Laurie smiled as Doug opened the taxi door for her and then stepped aside so she could get out. She'd had him meet her in front of the Brownstone, as she was one, not catching the train in a cocktail dress, and two, it was way too cold out to walk at all and it was more monetarily acceptable to catch a cab in New York for two then paying for just one.

Laurie was aware that she over thought things, and upon occasion over planned but better that then the alternative of not planning enough and being caught at some time in the future with no backup and no way out.

"Did I tell you how handsome you look tonight?" she asked.

Doug didn't quite scuff his foot bashfully at the compliment, but he came close. "Thanks," he said with a hesitant smile. "You look really nice too," he returned the compliment. This was the first time they'd gotten dressed up for a date, the previous ones had been more casual.

Laurie grinned, and gave him a little wink before holding her arm out in the age old triangular shape. "M'lord, shall we go in?"

Doug's slight bow was ever so proper and courtly. "As you wish, my lady," he told her while taking her arm and walking them both through the entrance to the restaurant. Small talk and the social interactions of navigating a meal out, those he could do very well. And they were comforting in their routine-ness.

"How was work?" Laurie asked, her hand resting gently on Doug's arm as they walked into the restaurant, before pausing as they were greeted by the maitre d'. "School was intense but that's most days right now."

"Work was...work. As usual, too many things to do, never enough time to do them in." At least, even if Remy could be demanding, he was generally understanding of the difficulties their job could entail. Demanding, often. Unrealistic, rarely. "Hence why we're taking time to take care of you," Doug said to Laurie with a wry smile as he pulled out her chair. He wasn't always the best at taking care of himself, but he was pretty good at reminding others to do so for themselves.

"Well, we can take care of each other. I'm told that's how this whole 'dating' thing is meant to work."

Laurie smiled at him as she took a seat, allowing him to push her chair in towards the table. It was strange sometimes, having Doug so close by and being able to see him whenever she had time to. She'd worried for awhile that she would feel stifled. It was easy instead, and he seemed content to let her take the lead which she admitted was probably for the best. She wasn't exactly the sort of person who liked to be pursued, she much preferred being the assertive one.

"And I even made sure I had breakfast all this week, rather then just grabbing coffee on my way out the door."

Given the...unconventional nature of his life, and the things that had happened to him since his arrival at the mansion years ago, Doug was definitely happy to let Laurie set the tone of things. He wasn't really sure he knew what normal was anymore, especially in the context of a relationship. "Some mornings the only thing that ensures I have breakfast is that working out on an empty stomach is generally not the best idea." With the hours he kept, and his tendency toward being a night owl, some mornings he had to trick himself out of bed.

"We are definitely birds of a feather,"

Laurie smiled as the waiter appeared and made a drink order as she scanned the food menu, waiting for Doug to order and the waiter to disappear before talking again.

"Maybe time away from our normal lives is good for both of us. Wade mentioned a trip to an Island a little while ago?"

"Only Wade would consider renting an island as a valid tactic for getting people to de-stress," Doug said with a wry shake of his head. His friend didn't do things by halves, that was for sure. He was just glad the mercenary's impulses ran in the whimsical direction.

"We'll, he's not completely wrong. If we leave most of our technology behind, we might even manage to not worry about the state of the world for a few minutes at a time."

Laurie went back to looking at the menu, trying to decide between the chicken and the fish, or possibly the lobster.

"That's what satellite phones are for - places that don't have wifi." Doug murmured sheepishly. It was possible that he had issues with not knowing things and being disconnected from people.

"Internet addiction? I suppose I would be bereft without candy crush, who would beat your high score then?"

Laurie's grin was impish to say the least, and she reached across the table to link her hands with Doug's.

"Give me a chance and I could distract you enough that connectivity wouldn't matter."

Doug shifted in his seat. "I, um." The tips of his ears flushed pink, as he tried to decide just what Laurie was implying, and how serious that implication was. Things had been progressing between them, but slowly - Doug was a bit skittish about intimacy. The Hellfire Club was sexual, but not very intimate at all.

"It's okay,"

Laurie searched his eyes, trying to decide whether his flush was due to her forwardness, or because he didn't want that with her. She didn't withdraw her hands, instead giving Doug's a reassuring squeeze. Laurie wasn't the type to be easily spooked by an awkward moment, not since she was a teenager.

"I can wait for as long as you need to be comfortable with this. Teasing aside, I just wanted you to know I'm ready whenever you are."

"I do. I mean, it's..." Doug blew out a fitful sigh. "I'm...nervous." He squeezed at her hand. "Because of all that other stuff I've told you about." And because he still felt a bit volatile emotionally at times like these, despite how much therapy had helped put him on a more even keel. "I want to. I just...don't want to disappoint you." Or drive her away because of his issues. Or any of a dozen other negative reactions to something.

"I think if we're honest with each other it's very unlikely that either of us will disappoint the other."

Laurie ran the fingers of one hand across the back of his, her other remaining clasped loosely in his grasp. She wasn't entirely sure she herself wouldn't be disappointing to him.

She figured however that if they were honest, and didn't expect anything earth moving then it could hardly be a disaster.

"I guess the only thing I would worry about is pushing you too fast. I'm told I can be bossy."

"You? Pushing me?" Doug snorted. "I'm more worried about -me- going too far too fast." Which was why he'd been so hesitant the few times they'd spent an evening on one of their couches or the like. He supposed it said something about him that he automatically assumed that he was the problem.

"Why do I feel like we've both been having a conversation with who we think the other person is and mostly it's just been ourselves we've been talking to?"

Laurie's tone was light, and her smile was wry as she ran her fingers over Doug's again.

"I'm not a delicate flower, if you moved to fast I would tell you to slow down. I trust you, I know you'd back off if I said to."

Doug's eyes were locked at where Laurie's hand lay on his. If he looked up, he might...he wasn't sure. Show how desperate he was for intimacy - if there was one thing the Hellfire Club had taught him, it was that there were light-years of difference between sex and intimacy. "I...yes," he said quietly, his voice a husky rasp that spoke to the threadbare control he was keeping over his emotions at that second.

Laurie drew the finger tips of one of her hands under his chin, making sure he met her gaze.

"I think that we should enjoy this wonderful meal, and then you can take me home and we'll see what happens from there, okay?"

Doug's breathing was definitely a bit quicker and he bit the corner of his lip as Laurie's eyes kept steady on his. "Okay. I'd like that." And suddenly the check couldn't appear fast enough for his taste. Not that he was presuming anything, but he definitely wanted to explore 'what happens from there'.



They decide to go back to Doug's place for a nightcap, and a little more.

Warning: NC-17 smut related material ahead.



Laurie searched through her handbag as Doug let them into his place, his nervous energy obvious to her as she searched. It wasn't that she wasn't somewhat nervous herself, it was just that her last intimate encounter with someone had been part of a relationship, whereas Doug's had been purely sex.

She supposed she was more used to having the whole emotional connection during sex, as she'd never had intercourse with anyone but a person she happened to love at the time.

She made a little noise of triumph and pulled out her portable air-scrubber in one hand, and an assortment of condoms in the other. (Laurie was a big believer in the phrase 'always be prepared')

"I think these ones are flavoured, but I probably have some just plain ones as well. What did you feel like?"

Despite the conversation during dinner, Doug was a bit surprised at Laurie immediately searching for condoms. But he supposed it made sense, given her tendency to be very goal-oriented. And responsible.

She wasn't the only 'be prepared' person, though, and Doug produced a single foil packet between his fingers by a bit of prestidigitation that left it unclear where he'd been hiding it. Keeping protection at hand for eventualities was an important practice at the Hellfire Club.

"All of mine are plain." If he wanted flavored, the Club kept a full stock of all sorts of supplies. But he was thinking about that a bit too much, which was unfair to Laurie. Instead, he shook the thought off and flopped onto his sofa, patting the cushion beside him. "Perhaps some foreplay before we worry about that?" he asked with a wry chuckle.

"I think I like the way you think."

Laurie placed the small air scrubber on Doug's coffee table along with her bag before joining him on the couch.

She reached out to run her fingers along his jaw before leaning forward for a kiss.

Doug rather liked the way he thought, too. And he definitely liked the way Laurie kissed - with all of her attention. He was starting to think there wasn't anything she didn't do with that same level of detail and intentness. They'd definitely gotten good at kissing - gotten used to each other, what they liked and, in this case, what made him break off and rest his forehead against hers to try and catch his breath. He made a happy-sounding hum, his eyes already a bit less hyper-observant than they tended to be.

Laurie closed her eyes and breathed him in, the pressure of his forehead against her own a soothing weight as she slowly ran her fingers up his back. She pressed against the muscles she knew would be tense, smoothing them out with applied pressure.

"Is it okay if I take off your shirt?"

They'd gotten to this point before, spent enough time around each other that she felt no awkwardness at all but she would always ask first rather then assuming.

The asking helped, being able to assess how they were both feeling at each step. Doug didn't mind it at all, given how skittish he'd been feeling as his relationship with Laurie had developed. He made a wordless noise of agreement, and untucked his shirt-tails from his pants as Laurie's hands settled on the buttons.

Laurie's fingers worked deftly at the buttons, the same hands that saw her in good stead as a medical student finding no issue with the simple mechanics.

She brushed the shirt back of his shoulders as she moved forward to run her mouth gently against his throat.

"You can touch me too, if you want."

Doug wanted to. He definitely wanted to. But the explicitly given permission helped with the worry and stress pinging through his brain. It wasn't like they hadn't touched while making out previously, but there was definitely a difference this time, given their conversation over dinner, and where the evening was headed. Still, he started safe, his hand gently pressing against her side, thumb brushing up against the very bottom of her ribs over the material of her dress.

Laurie took his hand from her ribs as she moved to straddle him, placing it down again on her knee as she reached for his mouth again with her own.

The sleek material of hose was under Doug's hand, but it was sheer and light, he could feel the warmth of Laurie's skin through it. His thumb brushed back and forth slowly. They'd touched before, but not quite this far, and this was definitely in keeping with Laurie being even more direct than usual. But Doug liked it, quite a bit, as evidenced by his mouth opening against Laurie's and a small muffled groan escaping.

It made her feel powerful, the way Doug reacted to her. She had to admit it was intoxicating as she'd always preferred to lead, rather then follow. It was nice to be in a situation where that wasn't a flaw.

She ran her fingers up Doug's neck and then carded them through his hair before tugging gently. She wanted to run her mouth over his neck, to suck against it until it left a mark.

"May I?"

Her voice was husky, and she flicked her tongue out against the join of his neck and ear to indicate what she meant.

Doug's reply was a full moan, this time. His head tilted back to allow Laurie better access, and his fingers flexed at the top of her hose, creeping up to touch against flesh. "Please," he murmured, equally husky, his free hand clutching at Laurie's shoulder. He was...extremely willing to let her lead.

"Pull my hose off"

She stretched her legs wider, giving him better access as she ran her mouth over his neck. Tugging against his hair again, she bit down softly and then sucked, bucking her hips slightly as she did.

"Yes m-" Doug whispered, almost instinctively, before cutting himself off. His fingers were already obeying the note of command that had been in Laurie's voice, peeling her hose slowly downward. He wasn't sure he could properly articulate what it meant, being able to let go with Laurie. And it almost felt like trying to stumble his way around explaining would break the spell of what was happening. So he just went along with her instructions, hoping they were at least somewhat on the same page.

Laurie carded the fingers of one hand through his hair as she proceeded to leave a series of light suction marks against his neck. They'd be concealable, but she'd know they were there.

She hadn't missed Doug's tone, or the aborted 'm'aam' She had absolutely no problems being in the lead right now, especially since it seemed that he enjoyed it so much.

Laurie would've been lying if she didn't admit how much she enjoyed it herself.

She took his hand and placed it high on her inner thigh, pushing back her skirt as she did so.

"Would you like to feel how turned on I am right now?"

Doug's breath hitched in his throat. "Yes please," he said, voice low with anticipation. A surprised 'oh' escaped him when Laurie wasted no time in pulling his hand farther up, bunching her skirt around her waist as she cupped her hand over his and pressed it firmly against her.

Laurie drew in a breath, and let out a low moan of approval as she guided his thumb against her clit through her underwear.

"I want you to finger fuck me till I come."

A shudder of anticipation ran up Doug's arm as his thumb ran back and forth against the satin of Laurie's panties. Again, he was not at all shocked that Laurie had planned ahead to wear what was surely sexy underwear. The dampness that he could feel through it clearly spoke to how turned on she was, just as the erection making a bulge in the front of Doug's trousers spoke to how turned on he was.

Doug went with the motion of Laurie pulling on his arm, sinking easily to his knees on the floor between her spread legs. He watched her face closely as his fingers crept into the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them down her legs.

Laurie shuddered a little herself, biting her lip as she allowed Doug to pull her underwear off, lifting her feet to rest against his shoulders as her fingers slid up her torso, cupping her breasts to knead her suddenly tight nipples. She wanted him between her thighs badly, not just his fingers and mouth, but his cock as well.

"One finger first, I want you to tell me what it feels like."

Doug's mouth went dry as he watched Laurie's hands on her breasts. He wanted very badly to see that same motion without her dress (or any clothes, really) in the way. His hand followed Laurie's direction, and his index finger slid easily through the wetness and inside, crooking forward. His thumb brushed across her clit ever so gently as his finger sank deeper.

Laurie circled her hips lightly, shuddering in pleasure as his thumb hit her clit, making her buck slightly against him as she breathed out.

"That feels so good, baby. Just a little more to the left, and a little higher."

Doug obediently scooted to the left, but not with his thumb, instead bending down to replace it with his mouth as he continued to move his finger back and forth. First his tongue slipped out and flicked lightly across Laurie's clit, but then he settled in, lapping slowly but insistently at her.

Laurie dug her fingers into his hair, pushing herself against his tongue as she bit her lower lip. She wanted him naked and under her, wanted him screaming her name as he came. Right now however, she just wanted him to do more of that thing he was currently doing with his fingers.

"Doug, I swear to little green apples if you stop any of that, I will make such a frowny face."

Doug did pause - just long enough to watch and see what sort of face Laurie would make, and whether her fingers would tighten in his hair. He wanted to learn all of her reactions, the language of her body, which spots would make her hips shift just so, what sort of touch would make her head roll back and her eyes flutter... But mostly he wanted to take her just to the brink, and see how long he could hold her there, what that enjoyable tension and frustration might drive her to.

"You, are a horrible, horrible man," Laurie gasped, wreathing against his mouth as she sort to move him closer to where she wanted him to be. "Such a tease."

She loved it, of course, tugging his hair to move him closer before digging the heel of one of her feet into his back gently as an encouragement.

"Mhm," Doug hummed from between Laurie's thighs, letting it vibrate through his lips against her clit for a moment. He enjoyed the way her legs tightened around his head as she gasped again. His eyebrow arched challengingly, clearly saying ~And what are you going to do about it?~

Laurie bit her bottom lip, smile clearly show as she tugged gently against Doug's hair.

When he lifted his head she placed gentle fingers against his chin to pull him upwards toward her.

"Change the game," she breathed out and pressed her lips against his, flicking her tongue out in a quest to gain entrance.

Laurie's breathy suggestion, knowing that she would be able to taste herself on his lips, and the way her tongue greedily pressed into his mouth, derailed all of Doug's careful plans to drive Laurie utterly wild. He didn't want to wait any longer - in a single motion his pants and underwear were down to his knees on the floor, he tore the condom wrapper and flung it heedlessly to the side as he rolled the latex down over his erection. He pulled Laurie even closer to sitting right on the edge of the couch cushion, and pushed his hips insistently between hers.