Jane sat hunched over her manuscript as she slowly sipped at her watery whiskey and coke. She noticed that the ice was melted, so she motioned to the bar tender to bring her a new one. Jane looked around her favorite New York City "hole in the wall" dive bar. It had been her refuge since she moved to the city three years ago. Jane wrote books as a hobby and came here to write and relax. The crowd was usually just barflies and it was a pretty quiet place. On this Wednesday evening, Jane savored the quiet of the bar with just the hum of ESPN in the background. All of the regulars had learned to leave Jane alone long ago as she had no interest in conversation when she worked. As Jane bent back to her manuscript, a group of five rowdy guys entered the bar and sat at two tables near the pool tables in the back.
"Oh great," thought Jane, "There goes my peace and quiet."
From what Jane could see in a brief glance, they looked like heavy metal groupies. Four of the guys were very loud and obnoxious. The fifth was sitting quietly to one side, sipping a drink and thinking. Jane returned to her writing. After ten minutes, two of the guys headed back to the pool tables and two headed off to play darts. The quiet one remained at his table with his drink. Jane watched him as she wondered what in the world he could be thinking so intently about. He stood up and Jane looked away quickly. He headed back to the restroom and she watched his backside intently as he walked away. I could grab a handful of that, Jane thought to herself, a small smile curving her lips. He wasn't the type of guy that Jane usually was attracted to, but she couldn't help but stare as he walked back to his table. Jane tried to figure out what was drawing her to him as she looked him up and down. He had reddish blond hair that hung well past half way down his back. A red bandana held it back out of his face. He was on the lean side with well defined muscles and almost a swimmer's build under a sleeveless shirt and torn jeans. He had multiple tattoos on his arms that Jane eyed curiously. Jane studied his face briefly. He was not classically handsome, but had fine features and a baby face that was almost at odds with the rest of his rocker look. All of a sudden, he looked up and caught Jane's eye, smiling slightly. Jane colored slightly and looked away quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring. His smile grew as he sat down and took another drink. After about ten minutes, he stood up and slowly made his way to Jane's table. Jane was pretending to work intently, but sensed him approaching. He pulled out the chair across from her and spun it around backwards before sitting down on it. Jane looked up at him, startled at his blunt arrival. "Hi. I'm Lax." He said as he took another drink from his glass.
"I'm Jane." Jane replied, a little breathless.
Lax continued sipping his drink as he leisurely looked Jane up and down. Jane colored slightly as he copied her earlier study of him.
"So Jane, what brings you to this dive on this fine Wednesday evening?" Lax asked, eyeing her manuscript.
"I'm a writer. It's my night job. I do it for fun." Jane replied, "I do most of my work in here. Most nights it's quiet. How did you happen to end up in my favorite spot?"
"I'm a musician," Lax said quietly, "My band just got done with a gig. We wanted to hang out in a quieter bar than the usual"
Well, that explains the look, thought Jane to herself. Lax motioned to the bartender and looked at her with a question in his eyes. Jane nodded as Lax motioned for the bartender to bring them both a new drink. As the night wore on, Jane began to really enjoy talking to Lax and began to flirt mildly with him. He was a bad boy, but it was tempered with a polite and respectful edge. Around midnight, the rest of the band wandered over and told Lax they were moving on to a louder, busier bar.
"I'll catch up with you tomorrow," Lax said, eyeing Jane, "I'm not done here yet."
The rest of the guys just shrugged and moved towards the door.
"I hope you don't if I stay." Lax said, looking at Jane intensely.
"Not at all. I'm glad you stayed." Jane replied, nervously.
"Let's take a walk." Lax said.
They paid the bartender and headed out into the quiet fall New York night. Lax put his arm around Jane's shoulders as they walked slowly next to the Hudson River. They came to a brick bridge pillar and leaned against it, watching the water. Jane was busy enjoying the heavy feeling of his arm around her. He was warm and very solid. Lax looked down at her face silently. Jane wished he would kiss her, but he just looked back out at the river, smiling slightly. Jane sighed silently and also gazed back out over the river. After five minutes, Lax turned to her and lifted her chin slightly and softly kissed her mouth. He looked down at her, again with a question in his eyes. Jane just smiled. She placed her hand on his chest leaned up to kiss him again. The kiss was long and slow. Jane melted into Lax's chest and deepened the kiss. Lax brought both arms around her and slid his tongue slowly into her mouth. Jane sighed. He tasted like rum and man. They stood kissing for a while before Lax turned her so her back was to the brick pillar.
"My God, woman," Lax growled, "You smell like Jasmine and you taste like whiskey. It's enough to get a man undone."
He leaned down again and kissed her deeply. The kiss was no longer soft and tender. It had taken on a passionate, hard edge. Jane reveled in the feel of the hard, cool bricks at her back and the warm, solid man pressing into the front of her. Jane moaned as Lax's hands slowly crept under her button down shirt. His large rough hands worked their way up as his mouth continued to devour hers. He found her breasts and softly caressed them through the thin material of her bra. Jane hummed against his mouth as he pressed his hips against her and she could feel him, hard, hot, and full. Just then, Lax unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and took both her breasts in his hands. The rough skin was a wonderful contrast to the softness of her breasts. His mouth slowly moved from her mouth down to her neck.
"I, Uh," Jane stammered, "Perhaps we should take this somewhere just a little more private."
She motioned with her head to someone standing a ways off watching them intently. Lax sighed, a harsh, frustrated sound. He grabbed her hand and started back towards the bar. I want him, Jane thought to herself, and not in the bar.
"My apartment is just a block away," Jane said, "We could go there."
Lax nodded and they headed up the block. They stopped in front of a quiet building so Jane could unlock the front door. Lax put his arms around her waist from behind her and kissed her neck as she tried to get the key into the lock. She finally got the door open and they hurried up the one flight of stairs. Again, Jane fumbled with the lock as Lax kissed her neck and ran his hands over her breasts. Finally, the door gave way and Jane and Lax stumbled in. Lax slammed and locked the door and then spun Jane around so she was between him and the door. His hands immediately went to the buttons of her shirt and undid them quickly. When he was done, Jane grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. She drank in the sight of his bar, muscled chest as he removed her already unhooked bra. He knelt down in front of her and undid her grey work trousers. Jane grabbed his belt and pulled him back up. Jane reached for his fly and let his loose jeans drop to the floor. Lax immediately closed the distance between them and pressed her hard against the door. Jane caught her breath at the feel of his chest against her breasts and his hips pressed to hers. Lax kissed Jane hard, as his hands found her breasts again. Jane ground her hips against his as he ravaged her mouth. Lax drew back, breathing hard.
