more of that nyx going crazy abt the mystery girl this time nyx sees her in social parties in elegant dress and he's questioning if crowe is really friends with this glamorous person (you can decide the rest i just want more of it +_+)
Bwaa, I saw a bunch of request for a follow up, but I was like, idk how, yet this! This is something that I can work with. Thank you!
Nyx could never understand why Royal’s needed so many balls and parties. Half of these people looked ready to kill over, and King Regis had already attempted to escape twice, yet had been caught by that large hair duchess who had been trying to get into the royal jewels for years. Even the King’s Shield was no match for this woman.
“You look bored.” Crowe stated, standing beside him in a rather elegant if not plain black dress.
“And you look like a girl.”
That earned him a swift punch to the arm, and one thing he could not lie about was that Crowe’s punches hurt. Alot.
“Here I was about to brighten up your night.” Crowe replied.
Nyx, nursing his sore arm, where he knew a bruise would be tomorrow, turned towards the woman, “I’m off in an hour, so that’s a big plus.” He never understood why he volunteered for these things, should have noped out like Libertus did.
Crowe scoffed, plucking a glass of champagne from a nearby server, “Why don’t you just shut up and enjoy the music.”
Nyx was tempted to walk away, when he noticed that Crowe was staring at where the pianist was set up for the evening. He wasn’t one for classical music, and the orchestra, while amazing, wasn’t his cup of tea. Yet the pianist this evening, was his type, Black Label.
He almost dropped his own glass of overly sweet champagne, he hadn’t seen you since weeks ago when you had disappeared that night after the bar. You both had exchanged phone numbers but each time you tried to set up a schedule, Nyx had to work, or you had prior engagements. Finally, eventually you both stopped trying. Yet no matter what, Nyx could not get you out of his head, and it resulted in quite a dry spell for the man, on the “One Night Stand” circuit.
“She’s pretty good, the reason she hasn’t been at the bar.” Crowe replied, looking to Nyx staring ahead in shock.
Nyx couldn’t pull his eyes away, you were in a beautiful dark grey, almost silver dress, fingers moving elegantly across the keys, modest jewelry. Absolutely different from when he ran into you at the bar, what was it a month, almost two months ago? Yet you still haunted his dreams, and to see you now, so beautiful!
He still hadn’t learn much about you, yet he did know that you were a woman he wanted to know everything about. Down to your childhood pet rock’s name in 2nd grade.
So he stood in spot for 45 minutes, he still performed his job, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t multitask and listen to the beauty that was your song. You stood, finishing your set with a bow, and then move behind the curtain behind your stage for the evening, as the full orchestra begun their final set for the evening.
“Yo, Crowe, I’m knocking out early, you mind covering.” Nyx didn’t even wait for a reply, as he all but sprinted after you. Using his status as a Glavie member to get further behind the scenes, only to see you disappear in a “changing room” of sorts. So he waited.
10 minutes later, as woman walked out in too tight of jeans that hugged her legs and ass perfectly, and a leather jacket.
“It’s been awhile.”
You jumped, turning around only to smirk, “Well, well, Nyx. It has.”
Nyx chuckled, approaching you, his height looming over you, in a way very predatorial, “Haven’t see you at the bar, was worried you were trying to hide from me.”
“Oh now why would I do that?” You cooed back, obviously not taking his bait, pressing yourself against him.
“You tell me.” Nyx chuckled, getting a whiff of your perfume. Gods! did you always smell that good?
You fluttered your eyelashes, before turning around presenting you back to the man, glancing over your shoulder. “Why don’t you join me for a drink, I have some Silver Label at my place. That is if you have the time.”
“What do you know, I just got off.”
Nyx followed you through the servants corridors to the parking lot guest were to park. Yet when you approached a motorcycle, let alone a crotch rocket, the man had to admit he was pleasantly surprised.
“Hope you don’t mind.” You joked, tossing him a helmet, before donning your own.
Nyx watched as you swung a leg over the seat, before climbing behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. Only to stare in confusing as you reached back, moving the hands to your waist, to wrap around you tightly.
“It will be easier this way, lean against me, Big boy.” You called as you started the bike.
Nyx didn’t need to be told twice, as he leaned forward, almost spooning you on your bike. Only for his grip to tighten as you rocketed out the parking lot. He watched as you dodged through traffic left and right, speeding quickly through the city, before pulling into a parking garage.
The apartment was more grand than what he expected, a single bedroom, rather than a studio like his own. Yet everything about it screamed you, including the poster of the musical bands you followed, and he like a lot of them. Eventually you two settled on collapsing on the couch, having ordered late night takeout, as the hor d'oeuvres and finger foods where to ‘Royal’ for your tastes, finding something to put on Netflix in the background as you sipped at the Silver Labels, and getting rather acquainted.
Somewhere between episode six and Black Label number four, you had found yourself within that strong lap of the man, his dress shirt for the ball unbutton, your hands running over the strong torso, as your shirt gone and top button of your jeans undone, so those strong hands could reach into your jeans, groping and kneading a handful of your ass. Both of your mouths locked togethers, as you both panted against one another’s lips, as you softly grinded against the lap beneath you.
“You know…” You panted against Nyx’s lips, once you got his attention from the high both of you were giving each other. “I may have invited you over for some Black Label, but what do you say about staying for lunch tomorrow.”
A smirk broke across Nyx’s face, “I was hoping for breakfast, but lunch is better.”
You gave your on smirk back, only to toss your head back at the hips moving beneath you, “Keep doing that big guy, and I’ll be bring you lunch and be cooking you dinner and breakfast all next week.”
“Make it worth my while.”
“Oh you bet I am.” Nyx chuckled, slamming his lips against your own giving you a kiss that was more tongue than lips, but neither of you seemed to mind as you both worked to remove the final pieces of clothing to get to the good part.
Nyx had realized Jackpot didn’t even describe it anymore.