Fic for funzies
Title: Pink, It's Like Love at First Sight
Pairing: Richmond/Mama
Summary: This was actually written with Ms. saintli as an AU to our RP characters. What would have happened if Mama and Richmond met in 2004
Word Count: Fuck I don't know
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: PRON
He’s tired of the mundanity. The same string of goth clubs every single weekend. Drinking the same drink, chatting with the same people, kissing variations of the same lips, bedding the same women and men. Richmond thought the way to get past Denholm’s death was this route and this route only. He’s decided this Friday night he wants a new route.
A brightly lit Go-Go club not far from his flat is where he decides to try his new path. Paying the entrance fee, Richmond quickly heads to the bar and orders a Carlsberg, before finding a seat in a dark corner. He surveys his surroundings as he sips his brew, taking in the tired looking dancer in various cages and platforms. Looking up, he spots her. A beautiful pink haired woman, dressed as though she’s in a proper cabaret, dancing her heart out.
Richmond watches entranced, as the long legged beauty shakes her hips to some top forty trash like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. He somehow knows it isn’t her taste. Taking a deep pull from his beer, he lets his eyes roam up and down her body, captivated.
Mama notices him straight away as he walks from the bar to his lonesome corner. She smiles as she turns on her platform and locks her eyes onto his when she turns back, a wicked smirk tugging at her lips.
Richmond notices her noticing him and lowers his head, embarrassed at being caught out. He takes a gulp of his beer and tries to make himself as small as possible, which is hard considering his height.
Mama hops off her platform and walks up to him fearlessly. "Y'know, most men would have made an obscene gesture at me." she kicks the toe of his boot playfully with the toe of hers.
"I would never..." Richmond trails off, looking at her collar bone.
"Maybe you oughtta."
"You wish me to make a gesture, Miss?" Richmond sits up straight, looking into the pink haired woman's eyes.
Mama shrugs, smirking. "S'up to you, really."
"I don't quite follow. I do know that you are very beautiful. Your hair is unique and your dance moves are... intriguing."
"Intriguing, huh?" Mama's smirk widens.
"Very." Richmond smiles at her. "May I buy you a beverage... Miss..."
"Candy." Mama smiles, pulling up a chair. She faces it away from him and plops down, straddling the back. "Candy Warhol."
Richmond chuckles at the obvious play on her 'name'. "Yes, Ms... Warhol. What would you like?"
"You in my dressing room. But for now a whiskey'll do."
Richmond cocks and eyebrow before getting to his feet to get Ms. Warhol her drink. He returns a few moments later with Crown Royal in one hand and Absinthe in the other. "This is the smoothest I find." He says, handing over the drink.
"Mmm, Rick doesn't really do top shelf." Mama remarks, taking a large gulp. "You know, you haven't told me your name yet."
"Oh. I'm sorry. My name is Richmond. Richmond Avenal." He nods at Mama, taking a sip of his own drink.
"And what is it you do, Mr. Avenal." Mama chuckles at the odd, albeit handsome man.
"I work with computers in the IT department of Renholm industries. It's not very interesting, but it pays well enough." Richmond's eyes wonder down Mama's knee to her shoes and back up to her face.
Mama smirks, catching him out. She kicks her foot up onto his chair between his legs. "Like my boots?" she purrs.
"Y--yes."
Mama flexes her calve and the material creaks. "Feel 'em. The leather's so soft and buttery." she coos.
"Alright." Richmond's hand slips to Mama's ankle without hesitation, fingertips slowly traveling up the leather, following the zip to her knee and stopping. His hand hovers there at the hem of the boot before slipping just that much higher to the nylon encasing her inner knee.
"Mmm, you're not as shy as I thought, Rich." Mama purrs.
"My body language can be deceiving to some." Richmond's hand moves to grip Mama's knee lightly, thumb stoking the fabric. He looks up into her eyes. "Your knee joint is exquisite."
"Cheers." Mama says with a faint chuckle. "You oughtta see the rest of my skeletal system."
Richmond's head pops up. "You'd show me? I'd like that."
Mama sets her drink on the table with a smirk and stands, extending a hand to Richmond. She leads him to a cramped room containing a vanity, a couple milk crates and a small broken down dresser. It smells distinctly of hairspray, cheap insence and pot and there's glitter all over the floor. She shuts the door behind them with a soft 'click'.
"What do you wanna see first?"
"I'd like a closer look at... your collar bones and shoulders, please." Richmond sits on one of the crates, crossing his legs as he watches Mama move across the little room.
Mama movies the lamp on the vanity closer to him, messing with the shade on top until there's a small spotlight cast in the space before him. Kneeling in front of him, she pulls her shredded Cure tee shirt down to the tops of her breasts, rounded out by a push-up bra. "Hmmm?"
"Gorgeous. May I?" Richmond's hand moves to hover over her breast bone, wanting to touch the ridges there.
"Go for it." Mama breathes.
Richmond's fingertips lightly touch Mama's collar bone and move down, skirting along the bones above her pushed up chest. Subconsciously, he scoots forward, knees moving to either side of her small frame. "So beautiful." He breathes as his full palm flattens against her and stops at the center of her chest.
Mama hums, enjoying his obvious reverence. "What else?" she breathes, her hands moving to rest on his thighs.
Licking his lips, Richmond removes his hand. "Your hips. I'd like..." and he trails off.
"Are we skipping ribs?" Mama smirks, eying the contours of his face.
"N-no. I assume if I'm eye level with your hips I'll get a nice view of your ribs... that sounds strange." Richmond lowers his eyes, slightly embarrassed.
Mama laughs, using his thighs to help push herself up into a standing position. "It's fine. Not the strangest thing I've ever heard." she assures him. She pulls her top up over her head, arching her back more than strictly necessary to pull the skin taught over her ribs. She slides her small hotpants down past her hip bones, smiling down at him.
A delighted little noise escapes Richmond's throat as both hands fly to Mama's ribs just below her breasts. His palms move up just for a moment to touch the soft skin of her tits before moving back down to count the ladder of her ribcage. His fingers move lower, brushing the jut of her hip bone before he forgets himself and his head moves forward as well, lips lightly grazing skin.
"Fuck!" Mama gasps at the unexpected touch. She winds a hand into his hair, encouraging. "G'on. You ain't gonna break me." she breathes.
Richmond's lips become more bold as they travel back up Mama's stomach to her ribs once more. His tongue flicks out to taste her skin as his hands properly grip her hips to pull her closer. Suddenly he stops, looking up at her face, "What is your real name?" He whispers against her moist skin.
"Why? Don't stop." Mama whines, pushing her body closer to him.
"Please. I want... need to know." His fingers dig into her skin, pulling her flush to him.
"I--oh. Lavinia." Mama gives him her middle name. A compromise.
"Lavinia." Richmond breathes as his mouth resumes it's rout up her chest, to her nipple, kissing and nipping gently. His hands move to her backside, squeezing softly. Richmond pulls back. "Sit on my lap?"
Mama sinks down onto his lap, straddling him. "Like this?" she breathes, their faces a few centimeters apart.
"Yes." Richmond's hands clamp down on Mama's thighs. "Kiss me." He purrs, lips so very close, but not daring to presume.
"Whatever you want." Mama breathes, brushing her lips against his, teasing, before pressing firmly against his mouth. Her hands come up to cup his face and tangle in his hair.
Richmond's long arms encircle Mama as he pulls her firmly against him. His hips buck up as the kiss becomes more heat, arousal extremely apparent through his black skinnies.
Mama breaks the kiss, letting out an open throated moan as she tugs his hair and grinds against him. "Oh, fuck!" She pants, obviously impressed.
"I want... have you got any?..." Richmond whimpers back, wanting to hold her up against him but knowing it will end too soon if he isn't careful.
Mama leans down, kissing and nipping as his neck as she blindly reaches out. She pulls open the nearest draw of the vanity and retrieves from it a condom.
Richmond leans back, bumping the odd shelving and knocking over a few cans of hair spray. His hands move to undo his trouser, pulling the zip down and freeing his cock in a matter of seconds. He looks up into Mama's wide eyes, a small smile spreading across his face.
"I.....fuck." Mama breathes, mouth agape.
"Well we were about to. Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine." Mama says in a small, slightly amazed voice.
"Shall I?" Richmond reaches for the condom in her hand, attempting to take it.
"Y-yeah," she breathes, unable to tear her gaze away from his member.
Taking the packet from Mama's fingers, Richmond opens it sheaths his cock, stroking a few times to harden it further. His free hand moves up once more, to touch her ribs, up her side and to her clavicle, thumb stroking.
Mama hums before standing. "Gimme a second," she breathes, peeling her tiny shorts down and steps out of them. She straddles him once more, reaching down to help line him up before taking a deep breath. Slowly, she sinks down, thighs trembling.
"Ah--don't go too fast, you may hurt yourself." Richmond gasps, gripping Mama's hips to steady her. "You feel so... God... you feel so good, Lavinia."
"Fuck, Richmond." Mama groans, rocking her hips. She tugs his head back by his hair, dropping her mouth to his neck. "Don't--oh shiiiit!--worry. I kn-know what I'm doing."
"Yes... just... pull my hair like you're doing and don't stop." One of Richmond's hand's moves up her back, following the ridges of her spine up and back down over and over, in time with her moving hips.
"Oh god, oh god!" Mama moans over and over. She tugs harder at his hair as her hips speed, bringing her head up to crash their mouths together, clumsy and sloppy and heated.
All gentleness gone, Richmond bucks up into Mama's heat, pushing deep as he dare. He breaks the kiss as his lips travel down her neck, nipping at the tight sinew there. The shelving behind them really begins to shake under the strain, cans and bottles flying about the room as both move closer and closer to release.
"Shit! Richmond, harder!" Mama screams, all restraint gone as she removes a hand from his hair to rub frantically at her clit, a loud moan escaping her lips.
With all his might, Richmond's hips drive up, his head snapping back at how tight Mama is. "I can't hold out much longer, Lavinia. Please." He keens out, hands moving back to her backside to push her down onto him harder.
"It-it's okay, I'm--I'm--AH!" Mama screams suddenly, her orgasm ripping through her. Her muscles spasm around him as her hips snap back and forth in a broken rhythm.
One of Richmond's hands reaches up, grabbing at Mama's shoulder as he thrusts upward one final time. Mama’s muscles tightening around his cock, sending him tumbling after her over the edge. "Fuck!" He cries out as several waves of pleasure seem to hit him all at once. His other hand scrambles for purchase to join the first but slips into her pink tresses, effectively yanking the wig from her head.
Panting, Mama snatches the wig cap off her head and shakes out her blond tresses. "Oh. My. GOD." she breathes between gasps for air, her grip on his hair loosening.
"Indeed." Richmond manages to gasp out, hand moving to the back of his own head to rub at his sore scalp. "I'm sorry about your... wig."
"Yeah...um...s'alright." she mumbles. Noticing his discomfort, she reaches behind his head, lightly massaging his scalp with firm but gentle fingertips. "Alright?"
"Mmm, I'm fine." Richmond notices the close proximity of Mama’'s neck and kisses it gently. His arms move around her body to pull her into an embrace.
"Oh." She breathes, surprised by the sudden show of affection. She worries for a moment that he's unaware that this was just a quick fuck that'll lead to nowhere. Then she worries for a longer moment that she's maybe wanting to ignore that this was just a quick fuck that'll lead to nowhere. Either way, she ends up hugging him back.
Pulling back, Richmond looks up into Mama's eyes. "Would you?..." He falters. "I mean, it is late. It's just that... are you hungry? Perhaps I can buy you breakfast. There's a decent little diner not far from here."
"I, uhm...." she averts her gaze, trying to think of a reason to say no. Fact of the matter is, by this time her shift has already ended and she didn't have to be back to work until late afternoon the next day. She brings her gaze back up to his and nods slightly. "Sure."
A smile spreads across Richmond's face. "Good." He helps her up and cleans and neatens himself, before moving to pick up the mess they've made in the tiny room while Mama dresses. Finally he turns to look at her as she's fastening up her jeans. "That's a lovely name, Lavinia."
"Thanks." Mama smiles, pulling on a cardigan and throwing her hair into a sloppy bun. "'Richmond's' pretty class, too. S'where Poe was heading when he died." she says as though it's relevant to the conversation.
"Yes! It most certainly was." Richmond beams, holding out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
Mama laughs, taking his arm. "Let's."
Richmond escorts Mama through the back of the club and out the side door, into the chilly night air. As they walk, it becomes apparent to him that his new lady friend is under dressed for the cold. “Would you like my coat?”
Mama smiles and shakes her head. “No. Thank you, though.” She fumbles with her handbag, pulling out her cigarette pack and lighter as they walk. “Did you drive here?” she asks, shoving the fag end into her mouth.
“I did, but the diner is just this way.” Richmond leads Mama to a tiny restaurant at the corner of the quiet street.
Tucking the unlit cigarette behind her ear awkwardly, Mama walks through the door Richmond holds open for her. The warmth of the diner is nearly smothering compared to the cold outside. She sweeps the restaurant with a glance, finding a small booth in a far corner. “Yeah?” she asks, nodding her head towards it.
“Perfect.” Richmond nods back, touching the small of Mama’s back as they walk towards the booth. He allows her to sit first, before removing his coat, throwing it in the seat opposite and sitting across from her.
Just then, a black clad waitress with about half a dozen piercing in her face and black lipstick saddles up to the table. “Hey, Richmond. Haven’t seen you in ages at the Cradle of Filth Coven meeting. What brings you to this part of town?”
“Oh... hello, Lacrimosa. I wanted a change of pace this evening. I was just at club (fuck if I know) having a drink with Lavinia.” Richmond gestures towards Mama and smiles. “We’re actually quite hungry. Could you bring us some menus?”
The waitress gives Mama an odd look before scuttling off to retrieve menus and water for them both.
Mama arches an eyebrow as she plays with the small basket of individual sugar packets on the Formica table top. “Cradle of Filth Coven?”
Richmond sighs, “I found them online. I’m quite a fan of Cradle of Filth and I thought it would be good for me to get out and meet others with similar interests. I believe I was wrong.” He watches as the waitress brings back the menus and water and wanders back off.
“Why do you say that? Lackadaisical or whatever her name is seems nice enough.” Mama nods her head towards the waitress as she picks up her menu and skims the options.
“Yes well, Lacrimosa grew quite attached to me. I was unaware she worked here.” Richmond opens his menu and picks up his water, taking a sip.
“I’m not sure I can blame the poor girl, really.” Mama says before she can stop herself. She keeps her eyes glued to the menu.
Looking up, Richmond smiles, slipping a hand across the table, lightly grazing his fingertips over Mama’s knuckles. “Thank you.”
Mama nods, hoping her face doesn’t look as hot as it feels. “So. You’re a Cradle Of Filth fan.” she remarks nonchalantly.
“I am. Do you know the band?”
“I do. I’ve danced to them.” She laughs.
“Do you like them?” Richmond asks, leaning back and looking into Mama’s eyes.
“They’re not my absolute favorite, but they’re quite good.”
Richmond smiles, “They aren’t for everyone. What music do you enjoy?”
“My taste is pretty eclectic. There’s not a lot I won’t listen to. Except top 40 radio.” Mama shivers, a look of distaste etched on her face. “It’s so.....generic.”
The waitress returns with a sour look for Mama and wide eyed reverence for Richmond. “So what can I get you?”
Mama nods at Richmond, giving him the go ahead as she scans the menu one last time.
“Fry up number 2 please, bacon extra crispy. And Ms. Lavinia will be having...” Richmond touches Mama’s hand gently.
Mama strokes his hand absentmindedly as her eyes narrow at the glossy menu. “Umm....Fry up 3, please. Bacon flimsy if at all possible. Extra toast, um....a side of oatmeal a small glass of orange juice and coffee, please.”
A broad smiles spreads across Richmond’s face. “I do like a woman who eats. Coffee for me as well, Lacrimosa.”
The waitress scowls at Richmond as she walks off to relay the order to the cook, mumbling, “Dating a normal.” under her breath.
Mama bites her lip, her hand once again moving to the sugar packets. “So.....” she trails off awkwardly.
“We were speaking music. What’s your favorite band?”
“Well, I like Stellastarr. And Elvis Costello. The Cure. Faith No More. I like Hole. Alice In Chains. Fiona Apple. Jay Z. Please stop be before I start boring you.”
“You aren’t boring me, and you do have eclectic tastes. I like Alice in Chains. Their harmonies are quite haunting.” Richmond jumps, startled as Lacrimosa sets the tray of food and drinks rather hard onto the table top.
“Here you are.” The waitress grumbles as she sets their food and drinks in front of them and walks away quickly.
Richmond looks at his plate and notices his bacon is hopelessly flimsy. Looking up he sees that Mama’s is practically burnt. “Shall we trade pork products?”
Mama laughs so hard at his wording that she actually snorts. “Good idea.”
*********
They swap meats and eat in companionable silence for a bit, making small talk every once and a while. Soon enough they’re both uncomfortably full and tired. The check is brought and quickly paid and within minutes they’re standing outside in the chilly night air once again.
*********
Richmond shuffles his feet as he looks sidelong at Mama. “It--it’s too late for the bus. Do you live far?” He stops himself. “I don’t. You can spend the night at mine if you’d like.”
“Um....actually, I don’t live all that far, either. It’s walking distance.” Mama says awkwardly, leaning against the wall of the diner as she lights a cigarette.
Shoulders slumping slightly in disappointment, Richmond nods. “Ah... well then.” He stalls. “Would you... may I take you out another time? On a date?”
Mama smirks, cocking her head. “Was this a date?”
“In a way. I don’t imagine most dates start with sex, though. Perhaps we can have a date the right way ‘round.” Richmond smirks back.
Mama nods, smiling. “I’d like that.”
Richmond holds out his arm. “Let me at least walk you home. We can exchange numbers then.”
A blossom of nervousness blooms large in Mama’s belly, but she takes his arm anyway, leading him back the way they came. She doesn’t dare look at his face as she stops next to her beat up, hot pink VW Bug crammed full of her belongings. The lights outside of the Go Go club flicker. She drops her cigarette onto the asphalt and crushes it out under her shoe.
Brow furrowing, it clicks for Richmond. “Oh...” He looks at Mama’s down turned face. “My flat isn’t far. Perhaps you can follow me in your car. I have a settee. If--if you’d like you can have the bed.”
Keeping her face turned downwards, Mama toes at the cracking asphalt. “I don’t wanna kick you out of your own bed, Richmond.” she mumbles.
“It’s no trouble. Please, Lavinia, come home with me.” Richmond turns his head, nodding towards a little black compact car. “Just follow me.”
“Only if you promise to let me have the settee.”
“As you wish, Wildflower.” It slips naturally out of Richmond’s mouth, as though she’d always been called that. He walks briskly to his car and gets inside, making sure Mama is behind him as he starts the engine up.
*********
Mama has another cigarette jammed into her mouth when she hops out of the car. “Just a minute. I wanna get my toothbrush and stuff.” she mumbles, pulling open the back door and rifles through mounds of clothes and accessories.
Richmond walks up next to Mama, holding out his arms. “May I help?”
“Umm...I-I kinda rather you didn’t, really.” Mama stammers, blushing. She finds her toothbrush and deodorant quickly and chucks them onto the roof of the car before pulling out a black vest and a pair of grey jogging bottoms. She slams the door hard enough for the sound of it to echo through the silent car park. “It, uh, doesn’t shut unless you slam it.”
“Classic cars do need special care.” Richmond chuckles softly as he leads Mama to his front door and unlocks it swiftly. He steps aside to allow her into the tiny flat first.
Mama smiles. It’s a bit barren and very small, but it’s also cozy and smells unmistakably of him. “Pretty sweet digs you got here.”
“Thank you.” Richmond shuts the door behind them and leads Mama into the sitting room. “We passed my bedroom.” He points to a narrow door. “That is the bathroom. Feel free to use what you like. I’ll just be a moment in getting you a pillow and some blankets.”
“Thanks.” Mama mumbles as he retreats to his bedroom. She sighs, toeing off her shoes. Unbuttoning her cardigan, she wonders what she’s doing there. She pulls her shirt up over her head and wretches her jeans down before turning her pajama bottoms right-side-out.
Richmond returns with a large fluffy pillow and a deep burgundy duvet, setting them both on the settee. “I--I can’t persuade you to take the bed?” He offers once more, reaching out a hand and gently touching Mama’s shoulder.
Mama shakes her head, a small almost apologetic smile on offer as she pulls on her joggers and decides to sleep in just her bra, sans shirt. She plops down on the settee.
“Alright then. I’m going to retire. Do you need anything else, Wildflower?” Richmond half kneels in front of her.
“I’m fine, really. Thank you.”
Moving to stand, Richmond stops, leaning down and giving Mama a light kiss on the forehead before turning and heading to bed.
*********
An hour later, Mama creeps towards Richmond’s door, turning the knob carefully. She squints, waiting for her eyes to adjust before she makes out the outline of his bed. Mama tiptoes to the edge of it, pulling back the duvet gently and scoots inside.
Half waking up, Richmond feels a set of cold toes brushing against his calves. He turns toward the warm body next to him and wraps his long arms tight around it, drifting back off in a matter of seconds.
Mama sighs contentedly, settling into the most satisfying sleep she’s had in a while.
Pairing: Richmond/Mama
Summary: This was actually written with Ms. saintli as an AU to our RP characters. What would have happened if Mama and Richmond met in 2004
Word Count: Fuck I don't know
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: PRON
He’s tired of the mundanity. The same string of goth clubs every single weekend. Drinking the same drink, chatting with the same people, kissing variations of the same lips, bedding the same women and men. Richmond thought the way to get past Denholm’s death was this route and this route only. He’s decided this Friday night he wants a new route.
A brightly lit Go-Go club not far from his flat is where he decides to try his new path. Paying the entrance fee, Richmond quickly heads to the bar and orders a Carlsberg, before finding a seat in a dark corner. He surveys his surroundings as he sips his brew, taking in the tired looking dancer in various cages and platforms. Looking up, he spots her. A beautiful pink haired woman, dressed as though she’s in a proper cabaret, dancing her heart out.
Richmond watches entranced, as the long legged beauty shakes her hips to some top forty trash like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. He somehow knows it isn’t her taste. Taking a deep pull from his beer, he lets his eyes roam up and down her body, captivated.
Mama notices him straight away as he walks from the bar to his lonesome corner. She smiles as she turns on her platform and locks her eyes onto his when she turns back, a wicked smirk tugging at her lips.
Richmond notices her noticing him and lowers his head, embarrassed at being caught out. He takes a gulp of his beer and tries to make himself as small as possible, which is hard considering his height.
Mama hops off her platform and walks up to him fearlessly. "Y'know, most men would have made an obscene gesture at me." she kicks the toe of his boot playfully with the toe of hers.
"I would never..." Richmond trails off, looking at her collar bone.
"Maybe you oughtta."
"You wish me to make a gesture, Miss?" Richmond sits up straight, looking into the pink haired woman's eyes.
Mama shrugs, smirking. "S'up to you, really."
"I don't quite follow. I do know that you are very beautiful. Your hair is unique and your dance moves are... intriguing."
"Intriguing, huh?" Mama's smirk widens.
"Very." Richmond smiles at her. "May I buy you a beverage... Miss..."
"Candy." Mama smiles, pulling up a chair. She faces it away from him and plops down, straddling the back. "Candy Warhol."
Richmond chuckles at the obvious play on her 'name'. "Yes, Ms... Warhol. What would you like?"
"You in my dressing room. But for now a whiskey'll do."
Richmond cocks and eyebrow before getting to his feet to get Ms. Warhol her drink. He returns a few moments later with Crown Royal in one hand and Absinthe in the other. "This is the smoothest I find." He says, handing over the drink.
"Mmm, Rick doesn't really do top shelf." Mama remarks, taking a large gulp. "You know, you haven't told me your name yet."
"Oh. I'm sorry. My name is Richmond. Richmond Avenal." He nods at Mama, taking a sip of his own drink.
"And what is it you do, Mr. Avenal." Mama chuckles at the odd, albeit handsome man.
"I work with computers in the IT department of Renholm industries. It's not very interesting, but it pays well enough." Richmond's eyes wonder down Mama's knee to her shoes and back up to her face.
Mama smirks, catching him out. She kicks her foot up onto his chair between his legs. "Like my boots?" she purrs.
"Y--yes."
Mama flexes her calve and the material creaks. "Feel 'em. The leather's so soft and buttery." she coos.
"Alright." Richmond's hand slips to Mama's ankle without hesitation, fingertips slowly traveling up the leather, following the zip to her knee and stopping. His hand hovers there at the hem of the boot before slipping just that much higher to the nylon encasing her inner knee.
"Mmm, you're not as shy as I thought, Rich." Mama purrs.
"My body language can be deceiving to some." Richmond's hand moves to grip Mama's knee lightly, thumb stoking the fabric. He looks up into her eyes. "Your knee joint is exquisite."
"Cheers." Mama says with a faint chuckle. "You oughtta see the rest of my skeletal system."
Richmond's head pops up. "You'd show me? I'd like that."
Mama sets her drink on the table with a smirk and stands, extending a hand to Richmond. She leads him to a cramped room containing a vanity, a couple milk crates and a small broken down dresser. It smells distinctly of hairspray, cheap insence and pot and there's glitter all over the floor. She shuts the door behind them with a soft 'click'.
"What do you wanna see first?"
"I'd like a closer look at... your collar bones and shoulders, please." Richmond sits on one of the crates, crossing his legs as he watches Mama move across the little room.
Mama movies the lamp on the vanity closer to him, messing with the shade on top until there's a small spotlight cast in the space before him. Kneeling in front of him, she pulls her shredded Cure tee shirt down to the tops of her breasts, rounded out by a push-up bra. "Hmmm?"
"Gorgeous. May I?" Richmond's hand moves to hover over her breast bone, wanting to touch the ridges there.
"Go for it." Mama breathes.
Richmond's fingertips lightly touch Mama's collar bone and move down, skirting along the bones above her pushed up chest. Subconsciously, he scoots forward, knees moving to either side of her small frame. "So beautiful." He breathes as his full palm flattens against her and stops at the center of her chest.
Mama hums, enjoying his obvious reverence. "What else?" she breathes, her hands moving to rest on his thighs.
Licking his lips, Richmond removes his hand. "Your hips. I'd like..." and he trails off.
"Are we skipping ribs?" Mama smirks, eying the contours of his face.
"N-no. I assume if I'm eye level with your hips I'll get a nice view of your ribs... that sounds strange." Richmond lowers his eyes, slightly embarrassed.
Mama laughs, using his thighs to help push herself up into a standing position. "It's fine. Not the strangest thing I've ever heard." she assures him. She pulls her top up over her head, arching her back more than strictly necessary to pull the skin taught over her ribs. She slides her small hotpants down past her hip bones, smiling down at him.
A delighted little noise escapes Richmond's throat as both hands fly to Mama's ribs just below her breasts. His palms move up just for a moment to touch the soft skin of her tits before moving back down to count the ladder of her ribcage. His fingers move lower, brushing the jut of her hip bone before he forgets himself and his head moves forward as well, lips lightly grazing skin.
"Fuck!" Mama gasps at the unexpected touch. She winds a hand into his hair, encouraging. "G'on. You ain't gonna break me." she breathes.
Richmond's lips become more bold as they travel back up Mama's stomach to her ribs once more. His tongue flicks out to taste her skin as his hands properly grip her hips to pull her closer. Suddenly he stops, looking up at her face, "What is your real name?" He whispers against her moist skin.
"Why? Don't stop." Mama whines, pushing her body closer to him.
"Please. I want... need to know." His fingers dig into her skin, pulling her flush to him.
"I--oh. Lavinia." Mama gives him her middle name. A compromise.
"Lavinia." Richmond breathes as his mouth resumes it's rout up her chest, to her nipple, kissing and nipping gently. His hands move to her backside, squeezing softly. Richmond pulls back. "Sit on my lap?"
Mama sinks down onto his lap, straddling him. "Like this?" she breathes, their faces a few centimeters apart.
"Yes." Richmond's hands clamp down on Mama's thighs. "Kiss me." He purrs, lips so very close, but not daring to presume.
"Whatever you want." Mama breathes, brushing her lips against his, teasing, before pressing firmly against his mouth. Her hands come up to cup his face and tangle in his hair.
Richmond's long arms encircle Mama as he pulls her firmly against him. His hips buck up as the kiss becomes more heat, arousal extremely apparent through his black skinnies.
Mama breaks the kiss, letting out an open throated moan as she tugs his hair and grinds against him. "Oh, fuck!" She pants, obviously impressed.
"I want... have you got any?..." Richmond whimpers back, wanting to hold her up against him but knowing it will end too soon if he isn't careful.
Mama leans down, kissing and nipping as his neck as she blindly reaches out. She pulls open the nearest draw of the vanity and retrieves from it a condom.
Richmond leans back, bumping the odd shelving and knocking over a few cans of hair spray. His hands move to undo his trouser, pulling the zip down and freeing his cock in a matter of seconds. He looks up into Mama's wide eyes, a small smile spreading across his face.
"I.....fuck." Mama breathes, mouth agape.
"Well we were about to. Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine." Mama says in a small, slightly amazed voice.
"Shall I?" Richmond reaches for the condom in her hand, attempting to take it.
"Y-yeah," she breathes, unable to tear her gaze away from his member.
Taking the packet from Mama's fingers, Richmond opens it sheaths his cock, stroking a few times to harden it further. His free hand moves up once more, to touch her ribs, up her side and to her clavicle, thumb stroking.
Mama hums before standing. "Gimme a second," she breathes, peeling her tiny shorts down and steps out of them. She straddles him once more, reaching down to help line him up before taking a deep breath. Slowly, she sinks down, thighs trembling.
"Ah--don't go too fast, you may hurt yourself." Richmond gasps, gripping Mama's hips to steady her. "You feel so... God... you feel so good, Lavinia."
"Fuck, Richmond." Mama groans, rocking her hips. She tugs his head back by his hair, dropping her mouth to his neck. "Don't--oh shiiiit!--worry. I kn-know what I'm doing."
"Yes... just... pull my hair like you're doing and don't stop." One of Richmond's hand's moves up her back, following the ridges of her spine up and back down over and over, in time with her moving hips.
"Oh god, oh god!" Mama moans over and over. She tugs harder at his hair as her hips speed, bringing her head up to crash their mouths together, clumsy and sloppy and heated.
All gentleness gone, Richmond bucks up into Mama's heat, pushing deep as he dare. He breaks the kiss as his lips travel down her neck, nipping at the tight sinew there. The shelving behind them really begins to shake under the strain, cans and bottles flying about the room as both move closer and closer to release.
"Shit! Richmond, harder!" Mama screams, all restraint gone as she removes a hand from his hair to rub frantically at her clit, a loud moan escaping her lips.
With all his might, Richmond's hips drive up, his head snapping back at how tight Mama is. "I can't hold out much longer, Lavinia. Please." He keens out, hands moving back to her backside to push her down onto him harder.
"It-it's okay, I'm--I'm--AH!" Mama screams suddenly, her orgasm ripping through her. Her muscles spasm around him as her hips snap back and forth in a broken rhythm.
One of Richmond's hands reaches up, grabbing at Mama's shoulder as he thrusts upward one final time. Mama’s muscles tightening around his cock, sending him tumbling after her over the edge. "Fuck!" He cries out as several waves of pleasure seem to hit him all at once. His other hand scrambles for purchase to join the first but slips into her pink tresses, effectively yanking the wig from her head.
Panting, Mama snatches the wig cap off her head and shakes out her blond tresses. "Oh. My. GOD." she breathes between gasps for air, her grip on his hair loosening.
"Indeed." Richmond manages to gasp out, hand moving to the back of his own head to rub at his sore scalp. "I'm sorry about your... wig."
"Yeah...um...s'alright." she mumbles. Noticing his discomfort, she reaches behind his head, lightly massaging his scalp with firm but gentle fingertips. "Alright?"
"Mmm, I'm fine." Richmond notices the close proximity of Mama’'s neck and kisses it gently. His arms move around her body to pull her into an embrace.
"Oh." She breathes, surprised by the sudden show of affection. She worries for a moment that he's unaware that this was just a quick fuck that'll lead to nowhere. Then she worries for a longer moment that she's maybe wanting to ignore that this was just a quick fuck that'll lead to nowhere. Either way, she ends up hugging him back.
Pulling back, Richmond looks up into Mama's eyes. "Would you?..." He falters. "I mean, it is late. It's just that... are you hungry? Perhaps I can buy you breakfast. There's a decent little diner not far from here."
"I, uhm...." she averts her gaze, trying to think of a reason to say no. Fact of the matter is, by this time her shift has already ended and she didn't have to be back to work until late afternoon the next day. She brings her gaze back up to his and nods slightly. "Sure."
A smile spreads across Richmond's face. "Good." He helps her up and cleans and neatens himself, before moving to pick up the mess they've made in the tiny room while Mama dresses. Finally he turns to look at her as she's fastening up her jeans. "That's a lovely name, Lavinia."
"Thanks." Mama smiles, pulling on a cardigan and throwing her hair into a sloppy bun. "'Richmond's' pretty class, too. S'where Poe was heading when he died." she says as though it's relevant to the conversation.
"Yes! It most certainly was." Richmond beams, holding out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
Mama laughs, taking his arm. "Let's."
Richmond escorts Mama through the back of the club and out the side door, into the chilly night air. As they walk, it becomes apparent to him that his new lady friend is under dressed for the cold. “Would you like my coat?”
Mama smiles and shakes her head. “No. Thank you, though.” She fumbles with her handbag, pulling out her cigarette pack and lighter as they walk. “Did you drive here?” she asks, shoving the fag end into her mouth.
“I did, but the diner is just this way.” Richmond leads Mama to a tiny restaurant at the corner of the quiet street.
Tucking the unlit cigarette behind her ear awkwardly, Mama walks through the door Richmond holds open for her. The warmth of the diner is nearly smothering compared to the cold outside. She sweeps the restaurant with a glance, finding a small booth in a far corner. “Yeah?” she asks, nodding her head towards it.
“Perfect.” Richmond nods back, touching the small of Mama’s back as they walk towards the booth. He allows her to sit first, before removing his coat, throwing it in the seat opposite and sitting across from her.
Just then, a black clad waitress with about half a dozen piercing in her face and black lipstick saddles up to the table. “Hey, Richmond. Haven’t seen you in ages at the Cradle of Filth Coven meeting. What brings you to this part of town?”
“Oh... hello, Lacrimosa. I wanted a change of pace this evening. I was just at club (fuck if I know) having a drink with Lavinia.” Richmond gestures towards Mama and smiles. “We’re actually quite hungry. Could you bring us some menus?”
The waitress gives Mama an odd look before scuttling off to retrieve menus and water for them both.
Mama arches an eyebrow as she plays with the small basket of individual sugar packets on the Formica table top. “Cradle of Filth Coven?”
Richmond sighs, “I found them online. I’m quite a fan of Cradle of Filth and I thought it would be good for me to get out and meet others with similar interests. I believe I was wrong.” He watches as the waitress brings back the menus and water and wanders back off.
“Why do you say that? Lackadaisical or whatever her name is seems nice enough.” Mama nods her head towards the waitress as she picks up her menu and skims the options.
“Yes well, Lacrimosa grew quite attached to me. I was unaware she worked here.” Richmond opens his menu and picks up his water, taking a sip.
“I’m not sure I can blame the poor girl, really.” Mama says before she can stop herself. She keeps her eyes glued to the menu.
Looking up, Richmond smiles, slipping a hand across the table, lightly grazing his fingertips over Mama’s knuckles. “Thank you.”
Mama nods, hoping her face doesn’t look as hot as it feels. “So. You’re a Cradle Of Filth fan.” she remarks nonchalantly.
“I am. Do you know the band?”
“I do. I’ve danced to them.” She laughs.
“Do you like them?” Richmond asks, leaning back and looking into Mama’s eyes.
“They’re not my absolute favorite, but they’re quite good.”
Richmond smiles, “They aren’t for everyone. What music do you enjoy?”
“My taste is pretty eclectic. There’s not a lot I won’t listen to. Except top 40 radio.” Mama shivers, a look of distaste etched on her face. “It’s so.....generic.”
The waitress returns with a sour look for Mama and wide eyed reverence for Richmond. “So what can I get you?”
Mama nods at Richmond, giving him the go ahead as she scans the menu one last time.
“Fry up number 2 please, bacon extra crispy. And Ms. Lavinia will be having...” Richmond touches Mama’s hand gently.
Mama strokes his hand absentmindedly as her eyes narrow at the glossy menu. “Umm....Fry up 3, please. Bacon flimsy if at all possible. Extra toast, um....a side of oatmeal a small glass of orange juice and coffee, please.”
A broad smiles spreads across Richmond’s face. “I do like a woman who eats. Coffee for me as well, Lacrimosa.”
The waitress scowls at Richmond as she walks off to relay the order to the cook, mumbling, “Dating a normal.” under her breath.
Mama bites her lip, her hand once again moving to the sugar packets. “So.....” she trails off awkwardly.
“We were speaking music. What’s your favorite band?”
“Well, I like Stellastarr. And Elvis Costello. The Cure. Faith No More. I like Hole. Alice In Chains. Fiona Apple. Jay Z. Please stop be before I start boring you.”
“You aren’t boring me, and you do have eclectic tastes. I like Alice in Chains. Their harmonies are quite haunting.” Richmond jumps, startled as Lacrimosa sets the tray of food and drinks rather hard onto the table top.
“Here you are.” The waitress grumbles as she sets their food and drinks in front of them and walks away quickly.
Richmond looks at his plate and notices his bacon is hopelessly flimsy. Looking up he sees that Mama’s is practically burnt. “Shall we trade pork products?”
Mama laughs so hard at his wording that she actually snorts. “Good idea.”
*********
They swap meats and eat in companionable silence for a bit, making small talk every once and a while. Soon enough they’re both uncomfortably full and tired. The check is brought and quickly paid and within minutes they’re standing outside in the chilly night air once again.
*********
Richmond shuffles his feet as he looks sidelong at Mama. “It--it’s too late for the bus. Do you live far?” He stops himself. “I don’t. You can spend the night at mine if you’d like.”
“Um....actually, I don’t live all that far, either. It’s walking distance.” Mama says awkwardly, leaning against the wall of the diner as she lights a cigarette.
Shoulders slumping slightly in disappointment, Richmond nods. “Ah... well then.” He stalls. “Would you... may I take you out another time? On a date?”
Mama smirks, cocking her head. “Was this a date?”
“In a way. I don’t imagine most dates start with sex, though. Perhaps we can have a date the right way ‘round.” Richmond smirks back.
Mama nods, smiling. “I’d like that.”
Richmond holds out his arm. “Let me at least walk you home. We can exchange numbers then.”
A blossom of nervousness blooms large in Mama’s belly, but she takes his arm anyway, leading him back the way they came. She doesn’t dare look at his face as she stops next to her beat up, hot pink VW Bug crammed full of her belongings. The lights outside of the Go Go club flicker. She drops her cigarette onto the asphalt and crushes it out under her shoe.
Brow furrowing, it clicks for Richmond. “Oh...” He looks at Mama’s down turned face. “My flat isn’t far. Perhaps you can follow me in your car. I have a settee. If--if you’d like you can have the bed.”
Keeping her face turned downwards, Mama toes at the cracking asphalt. “I don’t wanna kick you out of your own bed, Richmond.” she mumbles.
“It’s no trouble. Please, Lavinia, come home with me.” Richmond turns his head, nodding towards a little black compact car. “Just follow me.”
“Only if you promise to let me have the settee.”
“As you wish, Wildflower.” It slips naturally out of Richmond’s mouth, as though she’d always been called that. He walks briskly to his car and gets inside, making sure Mama is behind him as he starts the engine up.
*********
Mama has another cigarette jammed into her mouth when she hops out of the car. “Just a minute. I wanna get my toothbrush and stuff.” she mumbles, pulling open the back door and rifles through mounds of clothes and accessories.
Richmond walks up next to Mama, holding out his arms. “May I help?”
“Umm...I-I kinda rather you didn’t, really.” Mama stammers, blushing. She finds her toothbrush and deodorant quickly and chucks them onto the roof of the car before pulling out a black vest and a pair of grey jogging bottoms. She slams the door hard enough for the sound of it to echo through the silent car park. “It, uh, doesn’t shut unless you slam it.”
“Classic cars do need special care.” Richmond chuckles softly as he leads Mama to his front door and unlocks it swiftly. He steps aside to allow her into the tiny flat first.
Mama smiles. It’s a bit barren and very small, but it’s also cozy and smells unmistakably of him. “Pretty sweet digs you got here.”
“Thank you.” Richmond shuts the door behind them and leads Mama into the sitting room. “We passed my bedroom.” He points to a narrow door. “That is the bathroom. Feel free to use what you like. I’ll just be a moment in getting you a pillow and some blankets.”
“Thanks.” Mama mumbles as he retreats to his bedroom. She sighs, toeing off her shoes. Unbuttoning her cardigan, she wonders what she’s doing there. She pulls her shirt up over her head and wretches her jeans down before turning her pajama bottoms right-side-out.
Richmond returns with a large fluffy pillow and a deep burgundy duvet, setting them both on the settee. “I--I can’t persuade you to take the bed?” He offers once more, reaching out a hand and gently touching Mama’s shoulder.
Mama shakes her head, a small almost apologetic smile on offer as she pulls on her joggers and decides to sleep in just her bra, sans shirt. She plops down on the settee.
“Alright then. I’m going to retire. Do you need anything else, Wildflower?” Richmond half kneels in front of her.
“I’m fine, really. Thank you.”
Moving to stand, Richmond stops, leaning down and giving Mama a light kiss on the forehead before turning and heading to bed.
*********
An hour later, Mama creeps towards Richmond’s door, turning the knob carefully. She squints, waiting for her eyes to adjust before she makes out the outline of his bed. Mama tiptoes to the edge of it, pulling back the duvet gently and scoots inside.
Half waking up, Richmond feels a set of cold toes brushing against his calves. He turns toward the warm body next to him and wraps his long arms tight around it, drifting back off in a matter of seconds.
Mama sighs contentedly, settling into the most satisfying sleep she’s had in a while.