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content with her own company than that of bunch of random people, drunk and giddy.
     
    When Jennifer glanced at the clock, she saw the time and winced. It was going to be an early morning as was and she better try to get some sleep or suffer. Not that looking at Riordan was a hardship by any means, but the MART material was drier than Melba toast.
     
    "I had a great time, thank you for having me over for dinner."
     
    "It was my pleasure." And it was. Jennifer had never enjoyed spending her time more. The clock passed by so fast tonight. She had never had such a fun evening. And they didn't even do anything really, just laughed and joked, told a few anecdotes. The adage was true, time flies when you're having fun. Jennifer was left to wonder what else they might find in common.
     

Riordan: All-Nighter
     
    The banter and fact-finding lasted for hours and with regret, Riordan looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven, and he knew that he should be excusing himself. But he enjoyed the simplicity of her company. Jennifer was comfortable with silence, and the few moments no words were spoken seemed expectant. It was as though something special was born in the fragile quiet that neither participant could deny. Two like minds delighted with the rare pleasure witty conversation could provide when received in the company of a similarly humored person.
     
    Riordan stood and walked to the door. If the night was going as well as he had thought, hopefully he could get a real kiss from his beautiful hostess. He knew she was what he was looking for. He wasn't going to be like the various imbeciles Jennifer had gone out with before. He knew a treasure when he found it. From his point of view all she lacked was a touch of polish and care to shine bright enough to rival the sun. He desperately wanted to kiss her before he left and being of an up-front personality he asked.
     
    "May I?" His eyes finished the half-statement and made it clear so that she would understand what he asked for. But he didn't wait for a response. Somehow, he knew she wanted the press of lips as much as he did. But in the spirit of being fair he asked, but even then the question came out more rhetorical than an actual query that required a response. Taking one of her hands, Riordan pulled her across the few feet needed to bring them closer so he could share her personal space. He looked south at the soft lips he wanted to taste more than his next meal.
     
    Jennifer’s response to his invasion showed how impatient she was for him to kiss her. Impatient enough to the point she met him halfway across the singular foot of air and opportunity that bridged their bodies. Riordan showed his appreciation of the gesture and returned her welcome in duplicate. He pulled her close with one arm strapped low across her back. The other cupped her nape and positioned her to perfection for their first kiss. His mood was serious as he made his intentions fully clear.
     
    When the kiss began, Riordan found himself in awe. First at the smell of her, gently sweet with spice, almost like sugar cookies. Next, he felt her skin, more than soft and almost silken in lushness. He used his closed mouth to learn the shape of his partner’s. Then at last he tasted her with his tongue, lips sweet with shards of sugar, and the inner cavern of her mouth was moist and warm. His tongue teased hers, at first the caresses were languid, and then more intense. The flavor of her drove his body and mind in separate directions. He could think of nothing he wanted more than to never stop, even as his body wanted more period.
     
    His lips suckled hers, teeth teased over delicate damp flesh and nipped slightly. Tongue poised to soothe her pain with gentle licks over the chafed skin. He stroked his taste buds across hers, darted over them and massaged. By the time he finished, Jennifer only shuddered in his arms, the tremble of an autumn leaf at the mercy of the wind. She still clutched his nape however