Talking Body

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina made her way to the place where she was supposed to meet the red head who’d promised her food and a black thong. She wasn’t sure which she was honestly more interested in at this point, but either way, she was looking forward to it. She was wearing the more casual of the two dresses she owned. It was simple, sleeveless and black. The length came down to a few inches above her knees and she appreciated the short length in the heat of the summer.


    She saw him up ahead and grinned. It was always fascinating to her the different way each of the men she had sex with played their game. It always made it interesting, but part of her was so driven by practicality that she wondered why anyone would want to take her out in a farce of a date, when both of them knew that a relationship wasn’t going to happen. Another part of her appreciated it though.
 It allowed her the delusion that she wasn’t solely being used, and she liked that.

    Sometimes Selina wanted more from life than fucking people that gave as little of a damn as she did, but she was too focused on other things right now. Like school, and her power, and not bringing the authorities down on her head. Those were all rather important… Selina knew that she was holding back on something though. It wasn’t just the people she fucked that she kept at a comfortable distance. In fact right now, everyone she knew was at a very comforting distance, and she was starting to think that maybe she wanted that less than she’d originally thought.


    Ah well, tonight wasn’t a night for such things. It was a night for fun and for forgetting troubles like these. Selina made her way over to Rob and glanced up at him, “Did you wait for long?”

[Rob Snow]

The girl wanted fucked.

It was always strange, when Rob met one of these. He did suffer a bit of the delusion that they actually wanted some affection and attention. He blamed media, all those movies about men saving women from themselves. Whoever wrote those was having a laugh at everyone who thought there was even a modicum of truth to them. Yes, yes there were some women who'd turned to that because they had little to no choice. They had to eke by with whatever they could. But most, most picked it, some even enjoyed it.

So why the nearly farcical outing? Because Rob enjoyed it. he enjoyed showing a woman some extra attention in addition to the sex. The wining, the dining, it was all as much a game to him as the actual bedding happened to be. Where was the fun of just taking a willing woman to bed when you could entertain her for a few hours first? Sex partners blurred; you had a much better chance of remembering someone you had to talk to over a dinner table.

Besides, Rob knew his best feature was his voice. And he wholly intended to use it now. As Selina approached though, Rob felt a little underdressed. His dark jeans, white shirt with sleeves rolled up to show off tats, and vest looked sharp enough, but they didn't quite have the damn factor. As for the promised underwear, well, that would be telling.

"I waited precisely as long as that dress," he replied, letting his eyes slide over it and nodding appreciatively, "which means just long enough to tease and wonder but not quite enough to give the game away," he met her eyes, smiled, and nodded. Then it was turning to look down the street. "Suppose you have a preference? You're dressed a little better than I'd figured, but nothing says we can't slum it a little," he had to grin at that. He recalled her history and he himself was a wandering minstrel. There wasn't much "slumming" when you were already splashing in the gutter.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina grinned and shook her head, “Well I’m glad you like it so much. It’s the outfit I can take off the quickest, so I figured it’d be alright,” she teased. It was also cool for summer and she’d been too lazy to put on a pair of pants. There were multiple reasons she liked this particular piece of clothing. Part of her also remembered her most recent date with a guy who was far richer than she could ever be, and she hadn’t wanted to feel underdressed again. He made her feel like a slob even when she wore the nicest clothing she could afford… which wasn’t much but still.


    Selina laughed, “I don’t really care, to be honest. So long as there’s food and lots of it,” she said with a grin. She’d never cared to pretend like she couldn’t eat a meal when in front of a guy. With how much she worked out, she had to have sustenance to remain healthy and if the man had issues with that, she wasn’t going to waste her time on him. “And slumming it is perfectly fine with me,” she replied with a genuine laugh. God, it would be a relief. Being around Gabriel was hellish in its own right, as she always felt like she was so far underneath him and everything he represented.


    Sure he was paying her, but sometimes she wondered if it was all worth it. Selina deliberately focused on the man in front of her instead. Selina didn’t feel like she was always pressured to measure up to an invisible standard she could never hope to reach when she was with him, and she would enjoy every second of it. “I think I’d actually prefer that,” she added as she started walking. This was her night to be free from everything and just relax. She was actually grateful he wanted to buy her dinner now. It gave her a different type of distraction and she couldn’t help but feel happy about it.

[Rob Snow]

"Always a good excuse for a wardrobe," Rob replied airily, nodding at the girl. He thought he picked up something on her tone or something along those lines. She insisted that whatever he picked out would be fine, which had Rob nodding along. "I should point out that I enjoyed the school's mediocre pizza,' he said, nodding slightly. He looked down the row, jerking his head that way. "But we'll see if we can't do better than that."

Why have a plan? It was often so much more fun to leave things up to Fate and their own imagination. The whole point of the evening was to spend time with someone else. the locale would just possibly be a distraction at best, really. It seemed as though Selina wasn't about to protest the idea of just walking along. Rob fell into suit beside her.

"We'll do as the lady prefers then," he said with a slight nod. "Does m'lady have any preference for gorging? I hear there's a decent Thai buffet," he looked down the row again, wondering, "and there's a sandwich place that supposedly even the rich slum at... and I'm willing to bet there's at least one pizza joint," he leaned over as if sharing a secret: "there always is in a town with a college."

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina nodded her agreement, “Particularly on these hot summer nights. Removing one’s clothing quickly is a necessity,” she teased. There were really, so many benefits to wearing short dresses.


    Selina laughed as he reminded her of the pizza, “I remember now, perhaps I should be more picky then,” she joked as she casually glanced around at what Kalispell had to offer. Selina didn’t honestly mind the thought of pizza too much though, which surprised her a bit. Then again, she had a feeling that wherever they ended up, she’d probably have a good time with him regardless. He was easier to be around than most people for some reason, even despite their occasional differences.


    Selina perked up at the idea of a Thai buffet though. She’d only been introduced to Thai food since she’d come to America, but the use of chilies, lime, and rice made her quite partial to it. “Thai sounds good,” she said as she deliberately ignored the mention of the place even the rich visited. Selina didn’t want to have anything to do with wealthy people for tonight. Selina grinned up at him when he shared his ‘secret’, “If it’s better than the cafeteria’s, pizza’s fine with me,” she offered with a grin.

[Rob Snow]

"Or getting it good and wet, but let's focus on one benefit at a time, eh?" Rob replied, giving his brows another bounce. His amusement certainly didn't fade as Selina laughed at his comment regarding the pizza. See, moments like that proved his point regarding spending some time. Screwing around definitely had its shining happy moments, but there was something to be said for enjoying this particular part of the game as well.

It seemed as though he'd said the magic word in there. "It is Montana's version," Rob pointed out. He'd already gestured for her to take the lead and would soon be following suit. True, he didn't have precise directions for getting where they were going, but it wasn't like they had a reservation or anything along those lines. Just moving along worked well. "So Montana's version likely has more beef than necessary and the stranger spices," Rob continued. "Still, I suppose it will leap right over the nice low bar you've said for us."

Rob let out a little whistle and nodded. "You're going to make this quite easy on me, keep having such low expectations. Can't say I mind overmuch though."

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina nodded and smirked, “Though, that honestly works so much better when the dress is white.” She glanced up at the restaurants they were passing to see if anything looked good, “But you’re right, for now: food,” she agreed with a laugh. She was tempted to say something innuendo-ish about eating, but she’d save that for later. After dessert maybe.


    Selina grinned as she started walking deeper downtown, not entirely sure where they were going and not minding in the slightest, “Well, I always was the athletic sort. Besides, this is just a warm up for the high bar set for later,” she assured him with a knowing smile. She wasn’t demanding of her partners, but she also never let them slide without satisfying her as well. Of course, if they couldn’t, then she just kindly let them know that she didn’t have the time for them, or at least not in her bed. Relationships were two way streets.


    Selina shook her head, "I may not be so easy to please in a few hours, but like you said, one benefit at a time,” she teased. Selina rarely struggled with knowing what she wanted… or at least not sexually. In terms of relationships, she was completely clueless about anything past the surface and physical level, but she didn’t need to worry about that tonight.

[Rob Snow]

"Depends on whether you enjoy spoilers or not," Rob replied quickly enough. there was a nod as they started moving downward. A few people strolled along as well, enjoying the summer night. More than a few couples strolled too, of varying ages though many more of the younger sort. Even a few that looked odder than a ragged ginger and the sexy latina.

"Mm, athletic," Rob said. "Going to end up challenging me then, eh luv?" In point of fact, her next words more or less confirmed that. "Suppose I should be more concerned about that, but I've just a smidgen of talent in that regard. You already know how skilled my tongue is, and it isn't less agile in the bedroom."

Rob rolled his tongue for a moment before clicking it against his teeth. He favored Selina with another smile before reorienting himself to keep looking forward. "I believe this is the part where we start asking all the important small talk questions. You know the like: favorite color, pastime, sexual position, music, maybe even drift to the weather if we're in the mood."

[Selina Taylor]

   Selina laughed and shook her head, “I suppose you have a point there,” she admitted as she was temporarily entertained while watching a young couple of women who were obviously more than just friends. She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face, as variety was something she’d missed since moving out here. The good thing about Santiago being such a large city was that it was filled with diversity, whereas the people here in Kalispell sometimes seemed to blur together.



    Selina grinned up at Rob’s claim, “Looking forward to it,” she answered with a playful wink. She had a feeling he didn’t have much to be concerned about, but she didn’t mind letting him work for it either. Experience was always such a nice trait too. She didn’t hold anything against people who hadn’t had any… but they often required quite a bit more energy on her part. They never wore her out physically, but the mental toll was often a different story.



    Selina chuckled at the mention of small talk, “And here I thought I only owed you sex for the dinner, you didn’t tell me I was supposed to provide conversation as well,” she teased with a wicked grin. There'd been more than a few in her past who'd expected a return on their investment when they'd bought her one whole drink or cup of coffee, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that Rob also saw her as an object that he’d purchased for a few hours’ entertainment by buying her food. Selina was curious, and humor always helped the bitter pill go down easier.

[Rob Snow]

Rob just nodded slightly with her acknowledgment of his possibly having a point. That happened from time to time, and Rob didn't see any reason to get too fired up about it or anything along those lines. Besides, he was far more interested in the followup claim, and judging by Selina's reaction, she was as well. the wink had him smiling, his eyes dancing with the expression for a few moments. This woman certainly enjoyed her physicality and flirtation, didn't she? Definitely can't find fault with that particular part.

He did end up letting out a noise of protest, something between a burp and a sputter. "Why, I never!" he said in his best titter. "To think that I would proposition such an upstanding lady, not to mention one who I believe threatened to remove me favorite sticky bits at suggestions. I'll have you know that I'm fully convinced that I'm far too charming to need to purchase sex with anything less than my dignity and self-respect. I'll glad debase myself for you, and of course the meal's part of it, but the sex is something we decide on later."

Rob paused for a moment. "Though I think we already decided on it? I might have been misinterpreting that part. I blame the language barrier," he didn't even let her respond, immediately letting out a sigh: "Tis the trouble of being British. Everyone just assumes that we're downright prudish or overtly bawdy and use fun words like chips and blimey." He shook his head slowly, clearly distraught over the lexical differences.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smiled at Rob and nodded when he said the sex was something they decided on later, not realizing until he protested how much that particular strain of thought had been weighing on her. Had he fulfilled her expectation, she would have used him for food and left him… or just left him. It was difficult to say whether or not the food was worth the company when that company viewed you as something less than human.


    Sex work and making a deal between two consenting parties for payment and a service rendered wasn’t anything that Selina objected to. Both people were on equal terms for such a transaction. Slurs and the inherent entitlement/power imbalance that came with a man thinking that she owed him sex were what got under her skin. That sense of entitlement could often get dangerous as well, since such men didn’t typically listen to the word “no”, so her question was as much for safety’s sake as anything else.


    She didn’t bother to say anything about his slight misunderstanding though, as the main thing she’d been concerned with had been cleared up. She was about to speak up when he continued and started rambling about the British language. Selina stifled a laugh and walked until she was standing directly in front of him, basically forcing him to stop or to run into her. She could work with either.


    She then leaned up and placed a brief kiss on his lips, as much to get a chance to speak as because she wanted to. “Thanks for inviting me out to dinner, Rob,” she said with a genuine grin on her features and a warmth in her deep brown eyes that hadn’t been there previously. She was finally letting herself relax a bit. “And you didn’t misunderstand,” she added with a laugh before turning and continuing to walk further into the town/city/whatever it was one called Kalispell. “Let’s see, I think my favorite color is really dark purple,” she offered, as she remembered his wish for small talk. “Yours?” she asked as she looked back at him, tossing a playful smirk over her shoulder.

[Rob Snow]

Rob winked back at the thanks for dinner, offering a smile that was as clear a "you're welcome" as words could have produced. Yet again he felt the desire to point out that this, or at least moments like this, was why he actually liked the flirting, dating part of the whole thing. There was fun to be had in getting to know people, and it certainly didn't hurt to be seen in public with someone good looking on the arm.

And hey, bonus: he wasn't off about the sex bit. "You make me flutter," Rob said, waving himself slightly. "Or at least the bits of me most thrilled 'bout such prospects," he sauntered a few more steps on, adding a little wiggle as though giving a certain bit of anatomy a bit more room to do whatever it felt like doing. He looked back up, noticing that Selina had gone a little further ahead.

"Dark purple?" Rob said. He paused for a moment, his head tilted to the side, then his eyes moved over her. "I can see it," another pause and he stepped forward. "Oh, right, my turn," he chewed for a bit as if deciding: "Going to go with green. deep green," he nodded a few more times, clearly satisfied. "Now, let's see what other life defining questions... ah! Favorite music. Very important, that. And mine is my own, so I'll save you the necessary of asking the same question back."

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina laughed and shook her head at his sauntering. “I’ll make you do more than flutter,” she promised with a playful grin. Selina then nodded at his question before letting out a huff of amusement when he affirmed her chosen color. “I’m so happy that you’ve deigned to validate my choice in the matter,” she teased with a wry grin.


    Selina studied him briefly then in turn, “So, you like the whole idea of Christmas all year round?” she asked with a smirk. She looked around her at the various shops as she kept walking and wasn’t really looking all that hard to find the restaurant. He was a different type of fun, and she was actually feeling like she might go out on dinner dates more often. Maybe. Some of the guys she’d been with were only good for the moments when their mouths were shut. Luckily, Rob wasn’t such a one... and perhaps that applied to more than just talking.


    Selina then shrugged at his question about music, “I pretty much listen to anything that doesn’t involve swooning or excessive male ego… and that’s actually a lot more limiting than you’d originally think,” she added with a laugh. “Hmm, let’s see, I suppose now is when we ask about our favorite sexual positions, or should we save that as a surprise for later?” she asked, her tone light and somewhat impish.

[Rob Snow]

Hmm, that was definitely tempting, the offer to do more than flutter. Tempting enough that Rob was already grinning at the thought. He was soon winking at her sarcastic comment regarding color. "That's what I'm here for," he supplied, favoring her with another of those grins he always seemed to wear. It was a fairly standard thing.

As for her question, well, that just had him chuckling. "Wouldn't be so bad," he opined, "but I'm not that big of a fan of the snow. Which will make staying around here quite interesting when things start to turn colder," he added a slight shiver at that. Yes, he definitely wasn't looking forward to that bit. Rain, he could deal with: he'd been putting up with some variation of that for as long as he could remember. But snow? He didn't want to think about it, and he knew that he'd be getting enough of it.

Besides, there was something a lot more interesting to focus on in the present, and so Rob intended to do precisely that. "Well, there goes all my music then," he said, adding a sigh, "you do make this hard on a bloke, don't you?" he gave her a look of longsuffering before chuckling again. She would jump to sexual position, wouldn't she? Definitely not afraid of her sexuality, this one. "Cowgirl," Rob replied, "though there's something to be said for just about any that lets you actually see your partner. Preference for looking at the best parts," he gestured at Selina's front, "when I'm enjoying myself in the old carnal ways."

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina chuckled, “I thought you were here for something a bit more… physical in nature,” she teased. Not a fan of winter though? Selina could understand most people’s hatred of the cold… but she loved it. The snow back home lining the purple mountains in the distance was always so beautiful, and now, she got to live on a mountain and be a part of it. Selina loved every second of it, and her first winter, though mostly spent alone, had been the best part of the year for her. “The snow is always so lovely though,” she admitted quietly, her gaze somewhat distant with the reminiscence of winters past.

    Selina was quickly brought back into the present with his next statement. She let out a harsh laugh at his question, “And yet most would claim I’m far too easy,” she responded with a cold, jaded glint in her eyes. She was well aware of how people saw her. Slut, tramp, whore. Pick one… or more, if that was your thing. A man like Rob could fuck as many as he wanted and not get much, if any, flack for it, but her? If she didn’t fit into the narrow definition of what an acceptable woman “should be,” than she was worthy of scorn, cruelty, and anything but respect.

    Selina had been playing this game since fourteen, and none of their names were new. Though, she did wish people would come up with something a bit more creative. The same old thing over and over again just got so dull, but then, she supposed no one could ever really accuse sexists of being original. Of course, anyone who dared to say that bullshit to her face would get the proper response they deserved, but the vast majority she’d dealt with were cowards who could only ever say such words behind her back.

    That underlying contempt was almost always there though, regardless of what was or wasn't said, and it was the main reason why she didn’t get attached to the people she fucked. She wasn't going to waste that much time or emotional energy on someone who hated who she was. On rare occasions though, Selina could fool herself into thinking that the men she screwed saw her a human being worthy of basic respect in the same way that she saw them… and on even rarer occasions it might actually be true, but she always had her doubts. One thing they certainly couldn't accuse her of, was being naive. 

    At his answer to her question though, Selina grinned, deliberately pushing the darker thoughts from her mind, “Hmm, I feel like certain other parts of me are quite offended,” she said with a facetious glance as she sauntered a bit ahead of him, deliberately swaying her hips as she moved.