Alison and Haroun - The Second Date

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Alison and Haroun have their second date. Things go much further along this time, until their combined hotness lights the building on fire.



It was snowing outside, the walk from the parked car to the restaurant somewhat chilly but still filled with laugher. Alison pointed out a tall building, tanned features standing out from the depth of the white, faux-fur collared coat she was wearing. "That's where we're going. Ah ah! No looking up you!" She moved in front of him, framing his face in her gloved hands, firmly keeping his attention on her. "Surprise, remember?"

Haroun let her hands guide his face back to the level, and then grinned. "Surprise it is. I'll be good." he said with a smile. He was dressed fairly lightly - his power would serve to keep him warm from the New York snows.

"Mmm. He actually behaves," she purred in mock-surprise, one hand falling down to take his, Alison leading the way with a definite dance to her step. It was good to be alive. So very good. The building was nestled between two skyscrapers, non-descript and looking somewhat decrepit. "Right this way!" Humming cheerfully to herself she led him inside, pausing once to get her bearings before heading towards a door in the back wall.

Haroun squeezed the hand in hers gently, and then followed where she led. It was good that everything between them had been more-or-less patched up after his incredible idiocy when she was injured. He let a little more heat come to his skin - just as much as he dared before he started to stink from the chemokinesis.

"Oooh." Alison paused in mid step and turned to nestle up against him at that, grinning far too cheerfully. "Heat." The tip of her nose brushing against his was cold and she couldn't help a faint snicker at the fact that his was most certainly not. She kissed him on the corner of the mouth lightly then pulled away once more, before things could get distracting. That was for later. "We go in there," she waved grandiosely a very obviously locked door, not a single soul within sight in the battered lobby.

Haroun couldn't help but grin. "Junkie." he teased her. "Nobody here but just us, eh? Nice." he leered, leaning down just slightly to run his tongue along the outside of her earlobe, very quickly.

She shivered at that, unable to keep from leaning back in again. "You're addictive, what can I say?" With a very determined look though she pulled him along until they were facing the door, eyeing the frame pensively. "Ahah! They changed it!" Alison rested her fingertips along the right side for a moment, running them down a few inches, obviously looking for something.

Haroun waited, suppressing an urge to play with her backside as she searched for something. Barely suppressed.

"There." Whatever she'd done, Alison seemed to be visibly satisfied with. With an impish grin she deliberately backed into him, leaning against his chest while waiting for the door to open. "He'll be opening up in about, oh thirty seconds or so. S'how long it takes, usually."

Haroun waited patiently, patting her ass absently as he waited for something interesting to happen.

It didn't take much longer for the door to swing open, a mustachioed man with a swarthy complexion gazing at them diffidently. Classical music drifted out of the long, elaborately furnished hallway - even as the man's eyes popped wide open, taking in the sight of them. "Cookie? Is that you, girl?" He blinked and peeked over his shoulder nervously, clearing through and bowing at them to enter inside, an obviously delighted grin directed at them discreetly. "We thought the reservation was a prank! It's been over a year! Shame on you!"

"Silly man. I've missed coming here," she grinned down at him, still holding Haroun's hand as she walked inside the hallway. The man's eyebrow raised at that, a speculative look on his face as he straightened up to close the door.

Haroun followed Alison, and shrugged with a grin at the other man. He couldn't get that Silly Grin off his face, and to be honest, he wasn't too interested in trying to suppress it.

A wide grin answered him, slipping through before the Maitre D' granted them a somewhat less jovial expression. For all of a second. "It's too bad Genevra is off in Italy trying to recruit some hot shot new cook. She'll be very cross to have missed you. Lots of yelling when she gets back." The thought didn't seem to bother him in the least.

"Well, I'm hoping to come back more regularly now!" Alison grinned and shifted a bit, not quite leaning on Haroun. "Dante, this is Haroun. Haroun, this is an old friend of mine, Dante," she grinned a bit at the brightly smiling man. While the place was fairly opulent, clearly decorum and haughtiness wasn't de rigueur.

Haroun knuckled his forehead by way of a hello. "Greetings." he told Dante with a smile. "This is an interesting place you have here." he said, looking around.

"It's been in the family a few generations," Dante answered solemnly, leading them down the hallway. And turning a corner, in a corridor which was definitely longer than the building actually was. The corridor led to a very modern looking elevator, the doors sweeping open for them nearly instantly. "I will see you both later. May you have a wonderful evening," he bowed and then grinned one last time at them, before the doors closed silently.

Haroun looked at Alison as the elevator whisked them upwards. "You know some interesting people." he said somewhat nervously. He claimed a kiss to cover it, however.

"Mff." Whatever she'd been about to answer was lost in the kiss and Alison certainly wasn't about to insist on being allowed to speak if this was the alternative. She started to unbutton the winter coat idly, hand shifting between them each time a button was undone.

Haroun grinned around the kiss, and decided to play along for now - if she was in a mood to unbutton things, he wasn't about to stop her. He kept the kiss going, brushing his fingertips across her earlobe, then around her head to her Spot for a quick caress.

It was a good thing she'd reached the last button and already dealt with it before he did that, the light touch sending an electric sensation through her and making her forget exactly what she'd been planning to do once she got the coat open. Her fingertips traced a lazy pattern on his chest, heading upwards this time, the kiss growing  a touch more intense.

Haroun broke off the kiss so that he could appreciate what she had going on under that jacket. "Very nice!" he said with a pleased smile, checking out the results of her hard work. "For me? I'm touched." he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Mmm." Alison purred in assent. "You really want to win at poker later tonight," she informed him gravely, knowing only too well that the silk blouse was hiding that particular surprise just as it ought to be hidden.

Haroun blinked, and although it was hard to tell against his dark skin, he might have even blushed just a little. "I always want to win." he said gravely. "Is it my fault that I'm competitive?"

She loved making him blush. Far too much. "I'm not complaining in the least." The words were followed by another kiss, Alison trailing her fingertips higher, brushing them against his cheek lightly. Hopefully, she'd be seeing a lot of blushing tonight.

He was looking forward to seeing a lot more than blushing. He went in for that Spot again, caressing it just the way he'd learned that she liked it. Leaning down a little bit, he whispered "I am going to enjoy seeing all of your charms" into her ear.

"Ah..." The small, breathy gasp was all she could manage for a moment, before she smiled wickedly and shifted her head just enough to nip at his earlobe lightly. "You're going to have to win first." There was an undeniable note of challenge in her voice.

The doors would, of course, choose just that moment to open with a cheerful sounding 'Ping!'.

Haroun ignored the door in favor of claiming a nice long slow kiss from Alison before pulling himself away from her reluctantly. "After you." he told her, bowing gallantly and gesturing towards the open elevator door.

The hostess standing near the door kept a very carefully neutral expression as they walked out, lips twitching only ever so slightly. She was new, Alison noted while walking out of the elevator with that touch of an extra swing to her walk. At least this saved them from a bug-eyed greeting long enough to get to their table.

The woman lead them around the elevator, pausing just at the right moment to let them pass, grinning faintly - she could tell Alison had been there from the look of anticipation, and that Haroun didn't have a clue of why the elevator was so carefully hidden away against the far wall of the building.

Turning the last thick paneling hiding them from the actual restaurant showed Alison that the place was exactly as breath taking as it had been the last time she'd been there. Two of the walls consisted entirely of glass, the view opening over high over the city - several of the tables were inset into private areas at various heights in the glass 'walls', allowing the customers both privacy and a view without compare. With a grin Alison stepped to the side, watching Haroun's face for his reaction.

Haroun looked around with great amusement. He could hit these heights under his own power easily, but he had to admit that the view was magnificent. "Very nice." he murmured. "No fear of heights, I see. That's good." he grinned. Leaning into her ear, he continued with "I'd love to come up here after-hours, and give the entire city a show. I could pleasure you while you're up against the glass there." he pointed out.

"Letch," she purred back at him in obvious approval while pondering a few ways to get back at him for turning her on quite that quickly in a public place. Every time it had seemed they were getting somewhere interesting of late, something happened to mess things up. Fate was conspiring against them. "And you may be inclined to give the city a show but I'm not sharing." There was, no doubt about it, a very proprietary tone to her voice.

The hostess, either not hearing or possessing the best poker face this side of creation, led them to the far side of the room, to a set of steps which lead to one of the midlevel tables nestled against the glass panels. "Someone will be coming by soon to take your order," she said politely, before taking herself right back to the elevator area.

Haroun smiled at the server, and then scooted out Alison's chair for her to take. "As my Lady wishes." he murmured as she took her chair with a delighted smile. He sat down in the chair opposite hers, and then reached across the table to take one of her hands in his own. He looked at it for a long moment, her slender elegant pale flesh against his much darker, much rougher hand.

She leaned on the table, pressing her hand against his lightly, enjoying the simple sensation for all that it was. Alison was looking at Haroun's expression however as she did so, smiling faintly. "You're being very quiet all of a sudden."

"I had a thoughtful moment." he said quietly, still looking at her hand in his. "It's amazing. I never expected anything like this. I'm not complaining, believe me, but I had thought that I couldn't - that I shouldn't..."

"Live life to the fullest?" She'd noticed some things of her own, lately. She stretched out her legs beneath the table, the side of her ankle resting companiably against his - touching for the sake of contact and nothing else.

Haroun grinned to hear his own words coming out of her mouth. "I try." he said modestly. "But there have been times when I've questioned what the hell I was doing - what right I had to tease you so, when I could not truly be with you, if you know what I mean." he said with a touch of sadness and a squeeze of her hand. Her gentle touch against his leg hadn't registered at all.

"Mmm. That's just one side of things, though." She'd known, on a remote level, what it had implied, when this had started. It had been something else to live, although Alison found she had no regrets. None. Particularly not now. "I'd rather be with you like this, than not at all." She reached out with her other hand, fingertips resting lightly on the pulse point of his wrist, a serene look in her eyes. "You make me very happy."

Haroun smiled, a secret happy smile. "Thank you." he said kindly. "I cannot remember a time when I have been more content with my life." he said softly. He lifted up her hand, pulling it towards him to rest lightly over his heart. "This - beats for you." he said softly.

"Oh." Alison was staring at him she knew, eyes wide and starting to get suspiciously bright as she tried to say something, and yet nothing at all would come out. There had been whispered confessions while he was sleeping, late into the night, but now she found herself at a loss for words, throat tightening too much to even say them if she could. Instead she reached up with her free hand to caress his cheek gently.

Haroun smiled at Alison, and then let her hand go. "Considering you haven't run screaming yet, I'd say I'm in pretty good shape here." he said with his trademark cocky grin. "I'm glad we have the entire night to ourselves. I find myself not only anticipating a delicious meal, but dessert as well." he said with a wink. "I think it will be delicious."

Irrepressible. Alison shook her head at his words and the innuendo, leaning on the table once more, shoulders shaking with laughter. "I'd say you're in pretty good shape all the time." She returned the wink, not quite blatantly leering at Haroun. There would be no interruptions this time. No one walking in, no one trying to blow up someone else, no nothing. Or else.

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Haroun pushed away the last of his exquisite tort dessert, and picked up his coffee cup. Sipping from it, he sighed contentedly. "Delicious." he commented. "Simply delicious." Looking around the room, he grinned as well. "And it looks like the place has emptied out somewhat. Were we planning on staying for coffee and ... cards ... or do we have another destination in mind?"

"I am not allowing the waiting staff to ogle you any more than they already have, thank you very much." It had been entirely too amusing really, including the poor fellow who didn't know which one of them to look at anymore at one point. "I might have another little surprise in mind." There was the very very nice hotel room she'd booked, in that cozy little place within walking distance of the restaurant. And the deck of cards already waiting for them there, at that. "Or maybe more than one, at that."

Haroun quirked both his eyebrows. "Well then. Would you like to finish up, or are we ready to walk off some of this food?" he asked with a simple smile. "I don't think I could eat another bite - of food." he said with just the faintest touch of a leer.

"Oh, a little walk could do us both some good," she replied innocently enough. And the cold might help her last a little bit longer at least before things got out of hand - and stayed that way. "It won't be too long of a walk, really." Alison grinned cheerfully, leaning back in the chair just so for a moment, before picking up her purse, clearly intent on getting ready to leave.

Haroun scooted his chair back and stood up, then moved around to scoot Alison's out as well. "Lay on, MacDuff!" he told her with a laugh, and offered her his arm to take if she was so inclined. As she stood, he whispered "I am going to enjoy taking that skirt off of you" into her ear.

"Who said you were getting to take it off?" she answered teasingly, taking his arm as she rose to her feet. "Takes all the strip out of strip poker that, no?" Besides - there would be other things for him to take off, afterwards.

Haroun grinned even wider, if that was even possible. "You raise an excellent point." he said in his best debate-club impression. He followed her out of the restaurant, amusing himself by watching the by-play of muscles in her legs and rear as she walked. Heels did such wonderful things to her, he had to admit.

There was a reason why she waited only until they'd reached the door leading outside to slip her coat on, and the looks she threw at him over her shoulder made that more than clear. The air outside was cold, enough so that Alison paused and squeaked a bit, pulling on her gloves hastily. "Cold!" she informed him with a smile, steam rising lightly with every puff of breath.

Haroun shrugged as he threw on his new longcoat - a gift from Alison that he was fast growing far, far too attached to. "If you say so." he said, the old familiar routine again. He spiked his body-temp upwards again, keeping things just below what she had informed him was The Stink Point. And while warm was very good as far as she was concerned, sulfur was not.

It didn't take long before she was very much leaning against his side as they walked, away from the car and towards the direction of the hotel, in fact. "Mm, not so cold," was the approving verdict, Alison looking ahead for the sign she'd been told to expect with far too much anticipation. "Not that much further, now."

Haroun wrapped an arm around her torso companionably as they walked together down the street. "I find myself fiendishly awaiting whatever you have in store for me." he said with the fully-fledged return of the Silly Grin. Worse, it was the Silly Horny Grin. "No matter how the cards turn out, we both win."

If they even made it to the cards. She kept the thought to herself, nodding wisely at his words, instead. "Good thing I don't mind losing at cards. Or being all tied up," Alison stated, waiting a moment before peeking up at him. "Whaat?"

Haroun blinked. "Not much of a fan of that, personally." he said companionably. "I like it when you work with me, move with me. Tying you up - enhh. Not so much my thing. I mean, if that's your thing I'm game to give it a try, of course..." he said, trying to cover all of his bases.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I was teasing. Although it has its appeal, but only when both are having fun with it." She paused as they reached the right address, the doorway discreetly tucked away around the corner of the street. "It's the most important part, that. No matter what we do."

Haroun nodded. "Of course. I don't think I'd find it nearly as much fun if you weren't enjoying it." he stated, pulling her into a quick one-armed hug. "Making you blush, or making you moan, or making you grin that evil grin of yours makes me happy." he told her easily.

He continually amazed her, really. "You have no idea how much I love being able to talk openly about pretty much anything under the moon and sun with you." And with that she danced away from him and towards the hotel door, resting one hand on the handle while leaning on the door lazily. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely." he said with an answering grin, following her inside the hotel. "And I like that I can be open with you. That there's no macho bullshit, there's no feminine mind games, there's just you and me and what we think and how we feel. The way it should be, if you ask me."

"That's the way it is." Alison grinned, feeling a touch lightheaded all of a sudden as she wandered closer to the main desk. A key jingled by her ear and she blinked, turning around to see a very straight-faced desk clerk holding out the reservation book to sign in as well.

"You're our only scheduled late arrival, ma'am," he offered, by way of explanation.

She glanced at the book - and grinned a bit sheepishly. Well, she had planned this as carefully as possible, after all. The signature was quickly dealt with and the key claimed along with directions to their room.

Haroun just followed along, wearing his "See this? This marvelous creature, this paragon of women? She is here. With me. And we're going up to a hotel room, and I am going to make her scream for hours" look. It mostly consisted of a grin that wouldn't stop grinning and a possessive look about the eyes.

She paused at the door, turning around to hand him the key while leaning on the door frame, both amused and very much distracted by the look on his face. No interruptions. Not this time. HA. "Care to do the honors?" Alison purred out the words lowly, a promising glint in her eyes.

Haroun took the key, inserted it into the lock, then turned it. But before he opened the door, he placed his hand flat on her stomach - recalling a certain Office Hours incident from a while back. He grinned at her and walked into the room, taking in the bed with the deck of cards in the middle of it. "Well." is all he managed to get out, brain short-circuiting for a moment.

The coat was unbuttoned in record time and discarded on the back of a chair, Alison feeling very smug indeed about his reaction as she closed the door behind them and locked it. Then double checked it. She indulged in a long, leisurely stretch while he stared at the bed, peeking around the room - ah yes, there was the overnight bag she'd packed earlier. She really liked this hotel.

Haroun swallowed heavily. She KNEW, damn her, she knew exactly what that stretch did to him. And no convenient blood-filtering for him. Ah well, he could always go for a flight later. And he couldn't tear his eyes away from either A) her or B) that deck of cards and what they represented. So he stood there like an idiot, eyes roving between appreciating Alison to eyeing the deck of cards.

She was keeping the shoes on for now, of course. Those would be going long after the clothes she was wearing, since they looked rather nice with the surprise underneath, in her opinion. And he'd get to pick what went first at that point anyway, so it was all up to his taste there. The finished stretching with a faint sigh of satisfaction, some of the tension ebbing away slowly, replaced by a lazy glow and with a small, knowing grin she walked towards the bed, crawling on it to lay down on her side, the deck of cards now neatly between them.

Haroun mirrored her action, so that they were both on the bed with the deck of cards between them. "Cut?" he asked her with a truly wicked smile. "Or should we skip the preliminaries and go right to the end?"

A wide grin greeted that comment, Alison turning so that she rested on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. Claiming the pack of cards she wrinkled her nose at him, carefully peeling the pack open and prying out the cards. "Whaaat? No strip poker at all?" The tone and light and amused, Alison genuinely curious as to which he preferred.

Haroun grinned his predatory grin at her. "Love the idea of strip poker. Love the idea of seeing you spread over this bed even more. I'm an impatient sort of man." he said with a leer. "It is a failing of mine."

He'd used that grin. Most unfair. Alison pondered her options for all of two seconds, before stretching out one hand, the cards and the pack fluttering to the ground beside the bed, out of sight. "And I'm a very weak-willed woman," she confessed, looking not at all sorry about that fact.

"No you're not. You know what you want, and you're going to get it." he said, then leaned forward and rolled so that he was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Then he streeeeeetched, taking his sweet old time about it. His joints didn't need the help, but it felt good anyway.

"Tease." But oh my, she loved watching that. Moreso when he wasn't wearing a shirt and did that. She bit down on a fingertip lightly, she smiled at him wickedly even as she pried the shoes off her feet quickly after all, letting them fall to the ground. "Don't stop." Alison rolled on the bed, moving smoothly so that she was straddling him by the time he was done, her skirt hiking up a fair bit as a result.

Haroun had no intention of stopping - and he looked up at Alison, her skirt puddling around her waist, riding high on her legs, and oh God that look -- he was defenseless against That Look. "Well now." he said with a grin. "Whatever shall I do now?" he asked her rhetorically. His fingers itched to start exploring, but he resisted the urge for now.

"That's a very good question," she murmured contemplatively, leaning down a bit, hands resting right above either shoulder, sinking a bit in the mattress. "You could always do-" she paused to steal a very brief, heated kiss but pulled back, not wanting to ruin his view just yet. There wasn't even one button undone after all. "You could always do exactly what you want to do. Anything at all."

"Anything at all?" he said with both eyebrows quirked. "I do like the sound of that. So if I wanted to do this..." he said as he unbuttoned one of Alison's buttons "... or this..." he added as he undid another one - enough to reveal quite the expanse of creamy white skin and the beginnings of - good God, what was she wearing?

Black lace and not that much of it, she thought, was always a good choice.  She smiled a bit, shrugging just enough for the blouse to start drifting off her shoulder, helping matters along a bit. My, silk was a useful thing. "You're stopping," Alison pointed out helpfully. She pushed herself upright, hands trailing from his shoulders and down his chest, the buttons left to be undone still within easy reach for him.

"No I'm not! I'm admiring. There's a difference." he said, working on the rest of her buttons with as much skill and speed as he could muster. Finally, he reached the last one, and slid his hands up her body to slowly, gently remove the blouse. "Oh God." he said, looking at her clad in nothing but her skirt, a bra, and an evil satisfied grin. "Perfection itself."

She rolled her shoulders back as the blouse slipped down her arms, not even bothering with pushing it away as she kept her eyes locked on his face. It wasn't what he was saying so much as the way he was looking at her which sent shivers down Alison's spine. "You're not even done yet," she murmured, trying not to move, letting him set the pace.

"Nope." he said, not questioning his good fortune in the slightest. Now, to resolve the grand mystery that was Woman's Underthings. Hrm. Ahh, but she was still wearing the skirt, which afforded him all sorts of pleasures to be had. He gently rolled so that their positions were reversed - him straddling the outside of her hips, his hands supporting his weight above her shoulders. "You are a wicked tease, and it is time for me to return the favor." he told her mock-sternly, then kissed her.

She chuckled into the kiss and stretched once more, shoulders brushing against his wrists, body moving slowly under him - that was teasing, and not as wicked as could be done, at that. And she was rapidly loosing any sense of time which suited her just fine, even as one hand slipped up to rest on his chest briefly, Alison pondering how to get him out of his shirt. Well, there was the easy way. Coming up for air briefly, she tugged at the fabric. "Off?" The faintly pleading tone was unavoidable at this point, really.

Haroun grinned - he'd caught that pleading tone in her question. So he made a production out of it - unbuttoning the shirt slowly, sliding it off of his torso, then theatrically letting it fly across the room. His upper body was still mostly his, and he took pains to make it as fit and ripped as he could possibly make it. All those workouts had to come in handy for something.

He was so showing off. Alison laughed in delight, reaching up to trail one fingertip down the center of his chest to show her appreciation before neatly settling back to enjoy the show. And then wriggled her hips, raising an eyebrow at him in a silent question - they weren't rushed, she repeated to herself, and this was turning out to be such fun. But still.

Haroun was reminded, suddenly, that he had a half-naked woman underneath of him who would probably like to get all naked now. So he started his trail of kisses at her collarbones, and headed south from there. If it was exposed skin, he wanted to kiss it, to taste it, to know it. Luckily for him, her bra was one of those delightful hooks-at-the-front deals, so dealing with that wasn't too big of a problem. He undid one hook, then the second, then looked up at Alison. One to go - if she was going to protest, now was going to be the time.

She took a short breath and held it, more than aware of the flush slowly creeping over her skin. "Yes." And then Alison's lips quirked and she tilted her head a bit, grinning wickedly. "Though if you get the skirt first, you will get the full effect a bit better," she suggested, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

Haroun left that final hook precisely where it was, and took her invitation - but not before planting a few kisses on the inner slopes of her breasts. He worked down her stomach, planting a kiss on her belly button, until he got to her skirt. Looking up at her again, he grinned evilly. Instead of just removing the garment, he placed his hand at her knee, and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, slid his hand up her thigh.

There was a quick indrawn breath in response to that, Alison's head falling back against the bed as she shivered under the slow touch, heat still lingering from where his lips had been but moments before. She did not squirm, somehow, leg muscles taunt under this touch but keeping as still as she could for as long as possible, eventually remembering to take another deep breath, the lace bra edging open a touch more under that particular strain.

The skirt slid out of the way obediently, revealing another black lace construction, a barely-there pair of racy panties to match the bra. Haroun, about a half an hour ago, had apparently died and ascended bodily to Heaven. Nobody should ever have a body this beautiful and still be a mortal woman. Nobody. He found the catch to the skirt, undid it, and let it fall away so he could admire her in just her underwear.

That Look Haroun was giving her was doing very very distracting things to her alone and Alison shifted, posing shamelessly for him. And there was a lovely excuse to indulge in some more distracting moving about, hips rolling slowly as she nudged the skirt further away until she heard it slip off the edge of the bed.

Haroun glanced down at himself. He was far, far overdressed for the occasion here. But he'd leave that to her - she had all the biological bits on display already. And hers were far more interesting than his. He brushed a hand across the panties, a light gesture, before returning to that just-barely-hanging-on bra. "Last chance..." he said, fingers prepared to undo that last vital catch.

"Don’t you dare stop," she all but growled, head lifting up just enough to give him a very meaningful look, which shifted somewhere between sheepish and amused. His fingertips were brushing against her skin as he held the last clasp and the wait was driving her nuts and didn't he know she wasn't all that patient herself already?

Haroun undid that last clasp, and let the bra fall open. Now _this_ was just a thing of beauty. He let a fingertip trace her breast, roaming around to tease a nipple before jumping over to the other one to do the same thing. "So beautiful" he murmured at her. "And so responsive!" he said with a delighted grin as he watched the effect his touch had on her anatomy.

"Ah!" was pretty much all she could manage, and there was very subtle moving around involved in that because he was teasing her horribly and all this experimenting was going to do bad bad things to her sanity. Alison took an unsteady gulp of air, trying to regain a minimal amount of self-control - or at least pretend that she had. Somehow.

Self-control was overrated. If she reacted that wonderfully to fingertips ... he thought to himself as he lowered his head to her breast, to taste her nipples directly. First one, than the other. He couldn't decide which one he loved more. Whichever one didn't have the mouth got a hand to keep it amused. The other hand moved south, to worm a finger under the lace, giving her the chance to protest or not as she saw fit.

There was not a single protest forthcoming to that, Alison far too busy with trying not to beg outright just yet, one hand clutching the bed cover while the other had found its way to his shoulder. "Oh god," she murmured, the ghost of a smile on her lips for a heartbeat - it was about time they managed to find the right time to do this.

The fire alarm bell peeling through the building with a very smug sounding shriek was not what Alison had wanted to hear next.

It wasn't very high on the list of Haroun's favorite noises either. He was really enjoying the invocations to God and the moaning and the gasping. This harsh buzzing? So not doing anything for him. "Well, FUCK." Haroun swore feelingly. He rolled away from Alison, in search of his shirt.

"We're cursed," Alison pushed herself upright with an inarticulate cry of frustration and damn it they had finally been getting somewhere. For once! "Someone is out to make sure we never get anywhere and god help me I'm going to hunt them down-" anything further was momentarily drowned out by the alarm growing louder. And the faint scent of something burning rather quickly slowly starting to pervade the room. The bra. At least she could snap that back on, which she did quickly, eyeing the door and the faint wisps of smoke curling up from the floor with a definitely peeved expression.

Haroun was far more used to the smell of something burning, but he had a wild look in his eyes that had little to do with sex and much to do with fear. "We need to go. Now." he said as he shrugged his shirt back on, not bothering to button it. Over that he threw his jacket.

The skirt and blouse could burn. Alison scrambled off the bed, snagging the winter coat and pulling it on fast, making sure to grab the purse she'd left with it. What was in the overnight bag could burn, for all she cared. "Window. Best way out." She moved toward it barefoot - and the shoes could burn too, it seemed. "Fire might get stronger when it opens," she added in warning.

Haroun nodded, opening the window as far as it would go. His emotions were running _very_ hot from all the teasing and the tasting, but they were driving fight of flight and not reproductive urges right now.  He practically jumped out the window, activating his power with a roar. He then circled back to the window and extended his hands for her to take. "Quickly!" he hissed.

She was ready for the fly back and took his hands without pause, the purse having been shoved in one of the coats pockets and a few buttons hastily done up. "Go!" She wasn't decent in any way, shape or form and thank god for the heat his power generated or else she'd be soon freezing to death.

Haroun flew the both of them away from the building, touching to ground in a dark alleyway a block or two away from the hotel. "Shit." he swore with real feeling. "You must be freezing. I have my wallet, want me to call a cab? I can't fly us back, you'll burn." he said matter-of-factly.

She pondered the option, and then shook her head. "I can shield. The noise you make while flying will keep me powered up more than enough to keep that going until we get to the mansion." Although the coat would get charred. Which meant they had to land somewhere nice and private. Oh boy. But getting into a cab undressed as she was did not appeal to her. And they were not calling the mansion for help. She shivered once, very much from the cold, and glanced around the alleyway - no one around. "Home? I'll call the police from there to let them know we're fine."

Haroun nodded. He trusted her judgment, even if he did think that she was completely nuts. He lifted off the ground again, then held out his hands for her to take again. Once she was firmly in his grip, he lifted off, sparing no time for the niceties of modesty over the virtue of speed.