-When the Sweet Low Drips-

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Kai wakes up to the sound of water running in the shower.

He takes a moment to really soak in her apartment. There are no drapes on her wall to wall windows so he can see the whole city; lights blazing like it's caught fire. She's an exhibitionist; Kai thinks and finds that he likes the idea.

The wrought iron chandelier with candles hanging from the ceiling above him is unlit and the candles around the bedroom have long since died but he can still smell them. He can still smell the wax on his chest too and he smiles at the memory.

Slowly, he peels himself off the bed and walks around the shattered vase on the floor, the string of clothes they left in their battle. He bents over to pick his pants off the floor and thinks better of it. He likes being naked, he likes walking around in her apartment naked like this. It makes him feel like a part of it, lie he belongs in this space.

Instead he grabs his pants and digs into a pocket for his cigarette case. Quickly he makes a line on the back of his left hand and shoots it up then stares out the massive windows without bothering to tuck away the evidence. Emerging from the bathroom, wet and naked, she leans against the frame of the door and looks him up and down.

"Me taking a shower is usually a signal for you to leave." She says, sounding husky as fuck.

"I'm hungry." Kai tells her, devouring her naked body with his gaze.

"There's a Thai place two blocks from here. I hear they have great duck. You might want to head down there before the dinner crowd swarms the place."

"Another signal for me to leave?"

"Now you're catching on."

He swallows the knot of frustration in his throat as she brushes past him, "Are you usually this cheeky with all your clients?"

"No but I have a hunch that you like it. It turns you on, gets you hard." She throws the sentence over her shoulder and fluffs out her wet hair with her hands. Ignoring her, he picks out a takeout menu that's tagged to the fridge and reaches for his cell phone.

"What're you doing?"

"Calling delivery."

"It's late."

"Do you really want me to leave?" he asks, hoping she'll give him some indication that she likes him, that she enjoys his company as much as he enjoys hers. She lifts the scarf from their tryst off the bed and slips it around her neck, bringing the fabric to her nose to smell his scent.

"I'll have pork fried rice." She tells him.

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Kai takes a long drag on the cigarette then slowly blows smoke into her mouth. He's satisfied, content with the Thai they had a few minutes ago and happy to still be here with her.

"You were right." He says.

"Right about what?"

"It's no accident we found each other." He studies her over the tendrils of smoke, "We both use sex as a medium of conversation."

"What is it you said before?" he smiles, watching as she takes a sip from her glass "Dejavu is the mind's way of letting you know that you're in the right place at the right time."

"Really what does my body tell you when I'm fucking you?" she asks dryly, her eyes cruel and cold.

"That you hate the world as much as I do." his voice softens then he covers her mouth with his own.

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She lies flat and long on the bed while the skyline gleams from the window behind her. It's very late but he still won't leave. His phone hasn't ringed which probably means that no one is looking for him or that he's put it on silence.

A small part of her likes that he's still here, likes the fact that some woman is waiting somewhere for him. She's an evil monster like that, taking pleasure in someone else pain.

"I'm so wet you could slide right in." she hears herself speak even though she doesn't sound quite like herself. There's an edge to her voice, an edge that he has awoken.

"Come here." He says, gruff and hungry for her.

When she crawls out of the bed, he stops her with his hand and says, "No, on your hands and knees."

Without question, she obeys and crawls toward him, eyes fixed on his face. His eyes are locked on her, hungry, needy, waiting. When she's finally kneeling in front of him Kai makes sure to keep his eyes on her and her mouth as she takes him all the way in. She licks, sucks and she feels so damn fucking good that he has to stop himself from exploding all over her.

She lifts her head and looks up at him, "Cum" she orders and he has no other choice but to obey.

When he is done climaxing, knees like putty, he pulls her up to her feet and does what he has been yearning to do the minute her tongue touched the tip of his cock.

He drives his hands in her hair and kisses her.

Much later she watches as he gets dressed. He shrugs into his shirt, slips into his pants, his shoes and makes his way to the door. They hold each others gaze and she swallows thickly as he shuts the door behind him.

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