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Amaury Nolasco and jewel_staite. Citadel, Los Angeles. Shock at the Bar.
Will be cross-posted.
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Amaury takes another sip of his drink--club soda, since he's not sure what he'll get up to tonight. Glancing sideways, he sees a beautiful young man watching him hungrily and smirks, inclining his head. The young man takes this as permission to sidle closer, not quite pressing against Amaury, but close.

"Hola," Amaury greets, taking another sip of his drink. "Can I help you with something?" he inquires as the young man shifts closer and brushes the hard bulge of his erection against Amaury.

"Maybe," the boy purrs, lashes sweeping down. Amaury's cock, already half-hard, thickens fully and his eyes darken.

"I think those lips were made to be stretched around a cock or am I wrong, boy?" Amaury comments conversationally before taking another sip. He raises an eyebrow and a slow smile spreads across the boy's face and he immediately sinks to his knees, hands going to grasp behind his back as Amaury opens his jeans. Taking himself in hand, he rubs the glistening head of his cock against the boy's lips. "Open." When he obeys, Amaury pushes forward with a groan.

Jewel smiles at the concierge as she passes through and shakes out her mane of hair. She's dressed up tonight, wanting and needing to get out and just find someone to play with. It's an off night with Amaury, both of them understanding that they need time with others and that neither of them holds that against the other. There are a number of men that have caught her eye and she smiles and nods, flirting with them as she passes down the hallway to the club.

Entering, her eyes do a general sweep and the music thrums through her body and she moves toward the dance floor, letting herself get swept into someone's arms. Jewel looks up at him, grinning as they move to the music together. He takes her hand and twirls her around, settling her back to his front as they continue to dance together. As her glance sweeps the room, she stops abruptly. Amaury's across the room, a boy on his knees and his cock in the boy's mouth, doen his throat. Jewel's breath hitches as her gut twists and she's caught off guard by the twinge -stab- of jealousy. Looking up, she pulls back from the guy. "Sorry...I'm...I...just sorry." Pulling away, she makes her way to the exit...having to pass where Amaury is to do so. How she missed him on the way in, she's not sure.

Groaning, Amaury's hand is in the boy's hair, guiding him as he uses his talented mouth. Eyes sweeping the room, he blinks when he sees a very familiar form sweep by--he opens his mouth to greet Jewel, to stop her but she's already gone. He can tell by her movements, the set of her shoulders, that she's upset and his brow furrows.

His brain is a little short-circuited by the mouth on his cock, but a little part of his mind whispers that despite still playing casually with other people, how would he feel if he walked in and found Jewel on her knees for someone else? The mental growl that nearly erupts into a vocal one is answer enough for that question.

After a moment, he gently pushes at the boy on his knees. "Stop," he says, voice husky. The young man sits back on his haunches, blinking before smiling slowly, obviously thinking something else is about to happen. "Thanks, but I have to go..." A confused look now, which Amaury ignores as he does up his trousers and heads outside after Jewel.

Smiling at the concierge as she waits for the taxi, Jewel prays that he didn't notice her that she can just get home and figure this out, understand what it means. Her arms wrap around her middle as the image of that boy on his knees for her Amaury plays in a loop through her mind. Objectively, the boy was gorgeous, just the kind of guy she could see him with, hell the kind of guy she'd play with. But...and that's the problem. Her mind kept skimming over the but in that situation. She sees the car pulling up and with a deep breath she goes to head outside.

"Jewel!" Amaury calls when he sees her stepping towards the taxi, knowing he can't reach her without breaking into a sprint and not wanting to totally startle the staff. "Jewel wait!"

Her back goes rigid as she hears his voice, her eyes closing as her hopes of escaping are dashed. Jewel takes a deep breath before turning with a smile pasted on her face. "Amaury, hey there. I was just heading home." She replies once he approaches and then falls silent, not sure what to say.

"You're a terrible liar," Amaury comments, looking down at Jewel. He can see by the tense set of her shoulders how unhappy she is, can see through the fake smile. Due to that, he doesn't touch yet. "Mind if I ride with you?" he raises an eyebrow. "I think we need to talk..." He's not totally sure what just happened, but he knows it needs addressing, and not later. Now.

Jewel's shaking her head at the comments, though cursing her inability to call on her acting skills when her personal life is involved. "I'd rather...Are you.." Pausing, she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Why don't you go back inside and enjoy your evening. Please. I didn't expect you to see me, don't want to ruin your fun." Jewel turns pleading eyes on him, wanting him to know that she didn't mean for this to happen.

"I'm done here," Amaury states, leaving no room for argument. "Either I come with you or you come with me, but we need to talk about this."

She nods. "Alright. Come home with me, then." Jewel smiles at him, a sad confused smile before she turns and climbs into the cab. Falling silent, she settles against the back and looks down at her twined fingers, still confused and unnerved by her own reactions. Jewel leaves Amauary in charge of getting them home.

Sighing, Amaury leans forward and gives Jewel's address to the driver before sitting back, regarding his lover for a few long moments. He doesn't say anything, not wanting to even attempt to get into this in the back of a cab.

Jewel reaches out, her hand creeping from her own lap to rest lightly on his arm. "I'm sorry." She whispers the words, not sure he would hear them...not sure she wants him to hear them just yet, but they were burning her tongue and needed saying. As the cab pulls up to her place, she sighs and reaches forward with the money before climbing out and waiting for Amaury to join her.

Resting his hand over Jewel's, Amaury leaves everything at that until they step out. Since she had instigated contact, he wraps an arm around her shoulders as he leads her up her steps.

She curls into his side, grateful for the contact, though she's still feeling guilty about the evening. She hands him her keys to open up, her eyes still cast down as she breathes slowly. Jewel grins at the pair of golden eyes peering at them from the table in the hallway. "Hey baby. You waiting for us to come home?" Jewel ruffles his fur and picks Rhiminee up to cuddle him, looking at Amaury over the top of the cat's head. "Do you want a drink?" she asks more for something to say than anything else.

"Yeah I think I could," Amaury agrees, reaching out to scratch behind the kitten's ears, smiling and cooing at him for a moment. "Then we can talk about what happened."

Jewel looks away again and nods, her cheeks coloring with shame at ruining his night, causing him to leave the club. "Here, hold him please while I get the drinks." She heads into the kitchen, braces her arms on the counter and drops her head to try and release some tension. It's not supposed to be a big deal. We're supposed to be able to do that stuff. Breath in, breath out and Jewel's relaxed enough to mix up a couple of drinks and head back to the living room. She trades Amaury a drink for the kitten and then folds into the comfort of her couch. "I'm sorry," she murmurs quietly again.

"You don't need to apologize," Amaury states, and means it. "You just need to talk to me. I don't want you upset...so we need to talk." Joining the girl on the couch, the man sips his drink, watching Jewel closely. "Tell me what's going through your mind, or what went through your mind."

"It shouldn't bother me. We're both in agreement that we're free to play." Jewel sips her drink and strokes Rhiminee's head, settled by his purring. Finally, she looks at him, confusion in her eyes. "But, it did. I..I saw that boy on his knees for you and something just hurt. It twisted in my gut and I had to get out of there." Her voice drops. "I didn't mean for you to see me."

"You meant to just pretend it didn't happen and let the hurt fester without talking about it?" Amaury inquires, no malice in his voice, just stating facts. "Jewel...agreements are made to be revisited. What stands true at some point doesn't necessarily hold true months down the road. I think we've reached that point, yes?"

"Maybe we have." She sighs harshly. "It's not that I was going to let it fester. But, we had...have an agreement or whatever. Mostly, it caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting to see you and I wasn't expecting someone to be blowing you in the club. Short-sighted of me, I know since we met somewhat like that in one of the clubs. I just wasn't prepared for it." Jewel looks back down at the cat and scratches under his chin, wishing that life were that simple for her sometimes.

"We're rarely prepared for the things that happen to us," Amaury comments. "Keeps life interesting. So, we had an agreement, an arrangement, it doesn't work for us anymore obviously, so it's time to re-negotiate." He smiles reassuringly, stroking his fingers through Jewel's hair. "And I want you to let go of this impression that how you feel or how you're reacting is wrong because it's not. Nobdoy did anything wrong, we just need to look at it now."

Jewel nods, though still a bit skeptical. His hand in her hair is comforting, relaxing her enough that she can let some of the tension go. "I'm still sorry I ruined your night, though." She turns to look at him, puts the kitten on the floor and scoots over to curl up in his arms.

"Who says you ruined it? Spending time with you is always a good thing...and this would have happened sooner or later obviously. And I would rather have seen you than to have no idea something is wrong..." Wrapping his arms around Jewel, Amaury holds her close.

She sighs, curling tighter into him. "I..it just shouldn't be a problem. I mean, I know you still go to Cit and do those things...so why's it so off now?" And Jewel really doesn't understand...the entirety of it escapes her comprehension and it occurs to her that she's navigating unchartered territory with Amaury.

"Well, why don't you start by telling me exactly what happened when you saw what you saw, what went through your head," Amaury suggests.

"I was dancing," she flushes, "with this guy, just wanting to have fun and relax and then I saw you. The look on your face was so gorgeous and it made me hot but as I glanced down and saw him on his knees for you." Jewel's breath hitches and her grip on him tightens a bit. "It hurt, but I don't know why. I almost couldn't breathe, which is why I ran."

Amaury listens to Jewel talk, stroking her hair. "Was it the idea of me being with someone else period, or something else?"

"I'm not sure...well, that's not true really." Jewel pulls back and tucks her knees under her chin with a deep breath. Her eyes are locked on his.

"It was the boy on his knees...I didn't..." Another deep breath and she rushes out. "I didn't like him on his knees for you because you're my Sir. And that's my place and suddenly, just seeing that was all wrong." Jewel's eyes blink, little droplets spiking her lashes as she holds back the emotion.

Alright, it falls into place a bit, and it gives them a place to start. Kissing Jewel's forehead gently, Amaury strokes her face, hearing the tears in her voice. "Well, I can't say I wouldn't have been equally upset to have seen someone else Dominating you..."

And Jewel's still not sure where that leaves them, but she nods...completely able to understand that. After all, she is the one who fell apart over it. She tilts her head into his hand and sighs quietly, taking strength from his closeness.

"So, we have to figure out things from here then..." Amaury says simply. "We set new rules. I'm alright with it...I'm alright with this becoming more...serious."

"You are?" She hates the hope in her voice, even as her entire body swells with the happiness his words bring. "I'd like that...new rules, a new place for us to work from." Jewel unfurls her body and climbs onto his lap, facing him with a smile before hugging him tight. Settling back, her lashes flutter down before she can meet his eyes. "So, can I ask that you not take anyone down? That it is my place in your life."

"Yes, I am..." Amaury confirms. "I have been for a while, I guess." He nods a bit, stroking Jewel's hips. "Yes, you can ask that...and I'll ask that no one takes you down either. I'm the only one allowed to do that to you, for you. That's just for us."

"Yes, please." She grins and wriggles slightly in his grasp as his hands rub along her body. "I think just not thinking about it is what made it possible, you know? But seeing it...it was just wrong." Jewel sighs and wraps herself closer. "Anything else you want?"

Amaury thinks for a moment when Jewel asks that. "Anyone you're going to be seeing regularly, I'd like to meet...to know about. If it's going to be more than a one time encounter, you know?"

She nods slowly. "I can understand that. Like my friend Gray." Jewel pulls back to kiss him lightly. "Not that we get together regularly with him over in London, but he's someone I would want to see more than once. Maybe we can get you two to meet sometime soon." She wants him to be okay with it.

"I'd like that," Amaury nods, smiling a bit, stroking Jewel's hair. "And the rest we can figure out as we go, just remember that sometimes we might have to revisit things, if you ever feel uncomfortable with something, we can come back to it."

Nodding, she tilted her head into his caresses. "Definitely. Just want to check...we're both still free to go to the bar and play with others outside the D/s limits, right?" Breathing a sigh of relief, Jewel cuddles in closer. "I'm glad that we're thinking the same things, though I am still sorry for having it come up so dramatically." Jewel's soft chuckle is husky and low as she closes her eyes and settles against his chest.

"Well what matters is that it did come up and it was dealt with swiftly," Amaury assures Jewel, smiling. "And yes, no D/s with anyone except one another--unless you've some secret desire to Dominate, as I don't really have a desire to sub all that often..."

"No, not looking to Domme at all." She flushes slightly, but tucks her thoughts away. Now is not the time to ask, but she knows that Amaury will listen when she's ready. "Glad that you can be my Dom only...I like that you belong to me in that way."

"Alright...and so do I, that you belong to me and no one else has that from you..." Stroking her throat, Amaury smiles.

Arching her head back, Jewel moans softly. "All yours, Amaury."

Leaning in, Amaury nips lightly at Jewel's exposed throat. "Good."

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