Quickie - Part 1

<Quickie - Part 1>

Post tub and powdered evening-enhancer, Solvay and the bunny girl were feeling pretty good. They’d stepped out of the hotel for some air and were currently making their way along a boulevard.

“Where are we going?” Alex asked, not really caring, just enjoying being in the company of a sweet lady in tiny clothes, back in what appeared to be old Las Vegas (if the films he’d seen were anything to go by).
“Anywhere you want, sugar.” She was all dilated pupils and eager smiles. Again he noted her accent, and gestured at the city. “Not from around here exactly, are you?”
She laughed “I’m not from around here? You sound like something from Oliver Twist.”
“I bloody well do not.”
“Yeah you do, I’mma call you Dodger.”
“Hm. ‘Least you don’t think I’m Australian any more.”
“Actually I’m still not decided. Same thing anyway, right?”
Alex laughed. “No it is not the same thing.” To his own surprise he gave her a tickle. She wriggled into his arms and kissed his neck.
After a several-second-smooch-sesh, they continued walking, hand in swinging hand.

“That stuff was good. Got any DS?”
“What’s DS?”
“Dark Sherbet.”
“Not heard of it, lover.”
“Damn.”

More steps, more hand swinging. Suddenly the girl squawked.
“I just had an idea!”
“Yeh?”
“This is so exciting…” She slipped her hands into his hair and grabbed him by the ears. “… We could have... A quickie!”
Alex let out a large breath, his lips twisting into a libidinous smile. “Stefani, I would love a quickie.”
“Well come on then!”
She dragged him towards a little pink wedding chapel.

Alex looked up at it. “Uh. This looks kinda like a church.”
“Yeah!”
“Ain’t it a bit disrespectful to have sex in a church?”
Stef laughed loudly, and reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind his post-pulled ear. “Shouldn’t we wait for the honeymoon before we f*ck?” She teased.
His face was a dopey mask of dumb, agreeable, lust. “Heh heh, yeah. Probably.”
Then it sunk in.
“Honeymoon!?”
“Yeah, after our quickie wedding!”
Solvay blinked and took a couple of steps backwards. “Whoa, whoa! I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She pouted but didn’t say anything.
“We only just met!” Alex pointed out, trying not to panic.
She clopped over and slid her arms around one of his. It felt good. “Okay, it was just an idea, seeing as how we’re in Vegas.”

If he’d been in a farce, Alex would’ve chosen that moment to make an enormously relieved face at the audience.

“I was getting carried away.” Stefani was saying. “I just like you is all.”
“Thank you. I like you too, you're a bit lovely.”
She squeezed his hand. “You seem like a really nice guy.”
At this it was Alex’s turn to laugh, heartily.
“What’s so funny?”
“Been a while since anyone’s thought I was nice.”
She frowned.
“I ain’t nice.” He explained with a shrug.
“I think you’re nice, Dodge.”
He kissed her hand. “Nah. You just wanna get into my breeches.”
She giggled. “Still want that quickie?”
“Oh my Gods yes.

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To be continued in Part 2 --> Next.