*****This is in relation with my own fantasy to be taken up against a wall. All characters are at least 21 or older*****
Nika slipped out onto her patio, quietly closing the sliding glass door behind her shutting out the loudness of the party and gazed up at the stars. The summer night air was fresh and surprisingly cool. She sighed as a slight breeze blew by, causing her to clutch her towel for warmth, her skimpy bikini not providing much coverage. She glanced at the hot tub and dreaded the task of opening the top on her own. It was fairly heavy, weighing more than 50 pounds, but in order for there to be comfortable space, she needed to move the entirety of it all the way off, and then stow it in the space between the brick wall of her house and the tub itself.
She sighed again, more heavily this time, set her folded towel on the bench adjacent to the tub and made her way over to it. Thus, she began the process of lifting the lid off. Opening the one half and folding it over the other and then walking over to the other side and pushing the whole thing up and over the edge. It seemed simple enough, but it was just a hassle to have to exert more energy when all she wanted to do was relax. She slipped into the hot water and turned the jets on, enjoying the soothing feel of them on her sore muscles. She closed her eyes, letting the steady stream of water massage her achiness, allowing her to get away from the noise of all her drunk friends.
She heard the sliding door open and close again, the sounds of incoherent shouting coming and going, but the person doing so remained silent. She opened her eyes lazily and looked over at the person. It was one of her newer acquaintances, Lance. He was her friend Delaney's attempt to loosen Nika up. She wasn't particularly fond of being set up and practically avoided him the entire night. However, right now, he didn't appear to be drunk like majority of the people still here. Although it bothered Nika to have so many people spend the night, she wouldn't tolerate anyone's drunk driving from a party held at her house. Even if it wasn't really her party.
"So, this is where you disappeared off to?" Lance said.
It was a statement but mused as a question. She didn't bother saying anything, simply nodding and closing her eyes again.
He waited a few moments before saying: "It's nice out."
"Mmm, yeah," she mumbled.
She could feel him watching her and fought the urge to tell him to mind his own business.
The silence reigned over the both of them for a bit, until he shattered it again: "Your place is really sweet. I would love to have a Jacuzzi of my own"
Giving in to his efforts for conversation, Nika opened her eyes and sat up, showing off her sexy shoulders and ample cleavage.
"Thanks, I suppose success has made me comfortable, and I mean if you want to join me, you're welcome to."
She didn't particularly mean this: she rather wanted to be alone at the moment.
"I don't have a suit," Lance admitted.
"Oh...right."
She looked at him, examining what he was wearing...and what he looked like. He was tall, taller than her 5'4", probably about 5'11" or even 6'. His sturdy build, and toned arms led up to his prominent jaw-line and even more prominent cheekbones. Even in the dark she could see a tendon in his jaw pulsing as if he were clenching and unclenching his teeth. She couldn't tell if he was angry or if that's just how he appeared. His longish dark curls slipped over his intriguing green eyes shadowing his eyebrows furled in disappointment, but he seemed happy enough. He was by all means attractive. However, Nika could see that he held much pain behind those eyes; a look that she'd worn for years and recognized as if it were her own reflection.
"Uhm, you could just go in... in your boxers. Or naked if you don't wanna get those wet," she suggested in attempt to maintain her hospitality.
Lance half-smiled and said something Nika couldn't hear. He slipped his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs and pectorals, the cords of muscles rippling in the moonlight. Nika felt a familiar flutter that she hadn't felt since high school. She hoped he wasn't taking too much notice of her staring as he undressed himself. He stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the hot tub beside her.
The two of them started talking deliberately awkward and stiff. As they got into more pressing topics, their walls seemed to come down and their conversation became warmer and more sincere. Work, politics, family, their common friends and interests. They both agreed that Delaney was pretty insane and almost never right when she tried her skills at match-making. It was strange how easily Nika trusted him. Of course, there were things she held in, but he did too. Eventually, as the shouts from their friends died out, their conversation sort of petered out as well. They'd seemed to run themselves dry of topics.
Lance smiled rather mischievously, the corner of his mouth upturned in the sexiest way. Nika desperately wanted those lips to be on hers, but then realizing what she was thinking she shooed the thoughts away. Lance is my friend right now. There's nothing going on between us. She looked down staring into the water, watching bubbles froth from the jets and sifting them with her hands. The chlorinated water slipped right through her fingers. She sensed Lance's eyes on her, studying her movements.
"Nika, I don't mean to come off as rude, but you are sexy as hell."
She laughed softly, hiding her smirk with her long, dark hair, before saying: "You're not so bad yourself, Lance," she said looking over at him catching his eyes with hers.
Ohmygod, his eyes. How daring is he?
"Hey, we should play a game," voiced Nika.
