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Episode 12 · 1 year ago

Stay the Night

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

Not all heroes wear capes; some just wear their hearts on their sleeves. When Noah confesses his feelings for Ingrid, how will she take it?

The elevator doors slide open to reveala weirdly dark and desolate sixth floor. I take a cautious look around afterstepping off to make sure I'm in the right place. Honestly, I'm not so surewhen ingerd texted me, I assumed she wanted me to come to her floor for aquick hook. Up and frankly, I could use a break from this group project. I'vebeen working on with Bau, but, judging by the looks of this place, she musthave made a Typo. Further investigation reveals a series of sketchy lookingtarps in taped off areas where I assume cubicles and offices used to be. Thislooks like the kind of place a serial killer. Lures you just before chopping,you up Lim by limb, there's no way, I'm in the right place, I'm about to turnaround and hit the button for the elevator. Again, when I hear a lowsultry voice behind me, fancy running into you here, I whip around to findangrid watching me from halfway down...

...the hallway. Her hair falling over partof her face slowly unbuttoning, the first few buttons on her Blouse. Whereare we my eyes? Dart between the show in front of me and the eerieconstruction lighting behind her somewhere, no one will find US inger. It beckons me over with herindex finger like a them Fatae, an an old James Bond movie. Are you sure itlooks like they're in the middle of something here she stops what she'sdoing dropping her arms to her sides and cocking her head in frustration.Would you just get over here with a heavy sigh? I nod and make my waytoward her and she immediately resumes her bond girl act. She trails afingernail down my chest before turning on her heel and tossing her waves overher shoulder taking my hand and guiding me into the single person bathroom,which smells vaguely like old urinal case, okay seriously, where the hell are, wethey've been doing renovations on this...

...floor for months as she explains Ingrituntucks my shirt and snakes her hand up my bar chest, then, a couple of weeksago the company that ordered them went bankrupt and the buildings had a hardtime finding new tennants should he for them, but very convenient for us. Shedrags her fingernails lightly over my skin, sending chills throughout mywhole body Uhhuh and your Shir. It's okay that we're here she ignores me,simply nodding her head and letting her hands continue their exploration,moving down my torso and giving my crotch a light squeeze. I let out aninvoluntary, Oh and she giggles looking up at me with heavy litted eyes. You like that she brings her lips to myneck, it's all nice sure and any other day I might be into it, but somethingjust feels off h, yeah, I mean you're great, but you know it's been aweird day...

...before I can continue. She presses herlips against mine. She reaches for my belt and starts to imbugble it, but Ican't shake the feeling. So I stop her placing my hands over hers. Um Hey! Canwe can we pause for a second, her facegrows sour and she backs away raising her hands in surrender. Look I don't. This is what we do right: We're fun andcasual and spontaneous and sexy sure, but I'm not just goinna table whathappened the other night, the club. She crosses her arms glancing at her watchas she does. I really don't have time for that conversation right now, butSyou had time for a shady hook. Up on the ghost floor, Hey I take a step toward her carefullyplacing my hands on her shoulders, her mouth snaps into a firm frown. I knowyou don't want to talk about it, but I really think we have to maybe later come to my place tonight. Icould pick up a bottle of wine. We'll...

...order in it'll be good. She stares at me forwhat feels like in eternity her arms crossed head Cocke to the side. Finally,she lets out a long, exasperated sigh waving, her hands in the air, fine,what the hell just make sure it's a red I'll text, you when I hit a stoppingpoint point one Fornoa, let's just hope the score stays in my favor until latertonight we part ways Ingrad taking the elevatorup to her floor and me taking the stairs down to mine, even if no oneelse in this place knows us. The last thing she needs is one of her coworkersstarting a rumor about her banging arando on the abandoned sixth floor.The last hour of my day goes by in a blur, I'm so distracted by thingswithingrid that I barely pay any attention to Bau who can't seem to shutup about as late as sexual escapades, I race home. The second. We finishprepared to become a cleaning hurricane...

...and spray every inch of my God forsakenapartment with the breeze by the time, Ingar texts me I've, mostly gotten theplace looking like somewhere, a human would live, or at least prepared a oneway shot through the Cesspool and into my semi Livable Room when the doorbell rings. I steal myselffor what I'm sure will be raucous laughter when she walks through my door,but when she appears in front of me, I'm surprised to find not amusement buthorror on INGERD's face as her head slowly swills around my apartment. Thisis where youhave been living all this time, there's more than just horror inher voice as she speaks sympathy even bordering on pity, not exactly what Iwas expecting and definitely not what I was hoping for. I shrug closing the door behind her. Itturns out there aren't many options under fifteen hundred within walkingdistance from the program you pay. Fifteen hundred for this place, hereyes grow wide and she hugs her purse...

...close to her chest. Fourteen fiftyJesus fucking Christ. Sometimes I hate this city, yeah you're, not the onlyone. I know I shouldn't go there, but she fucking set herself up for that one.She gives me a look but quickly shrugs it off and I decide to leave it at that. Things are already tense, as it is no need to make it worse by once againinsulting the place she's called home for the past eight years. Do you havefroommates Um? Yes, but I've literally bet him once he said he doesn't investin sublettes. That's rude he's a lifer. I guess- and I don't really care, makesit easier to pretend I live alone shallowy. I usher her back to mybedroom grabbing the bottle of wine and a couple of glasses on the way I closed,the door behind us and the two of US stand awkwardly in front of my bed, therooms so tiny. I barely had room for anything besides a double bed, a lampand a small chair in the corner, but hey it also as a closet, which, if Icrouch down a little, could technically...

...be called Ti. Standin Ingrid nods to the large window on theopposite wall, overlooking a barren empty lot, and the backside of abuilding covered in graffiti naceviou is that island breeze. I smell the assolesupstairs are big on fish dinners yeks. She runs her finger along the dark,gray comforter, it's the same one. I had my room back home and somethingabout seeing her so close to it now feels a little in settling. I raised the glasses and bottle oncsome wine she nods and I motioned for her to sit on the bed. While I take aseat in the not shockingly uncomfortable chair, I pour us each aglass and hand her one. We both take a SIP, and she studies meover the lip of her glass, her brows furrow together out of nowhere. Sheasked what's going on with you what nothing I leane forward, setting mywine on the ground and propping my...

...elbows on my knees, you're being weird,you've been weired since earlier today you mean when you tried to jump mybones in our place of work. Oh come on! No US seriously! What's your deal, I'mfucking scared. Okay, the words come out of nowhere. I certainly wasn't thinking them, butthere they are loud and clear hanging in the air between us and for the first time since the day Iarrived in the city, I feel relieved scared of light. Her tone is harsherthan I expected, but the look on her face lets me know: She's, listening, Umeverything. I laugh a little running a hand overthe back of my neck. I came here on a whim knowing no one contemplatingblowing up my life for some risky pipe dream that probably won't lead anywherebut to mountains of debt. I pause and glance up at her my heart pounding atwhat I'm about to say, and then I saw you and I know it's notwhat you want to hear,...

...but for his infuriating and impossibleas you continue to be, I was drowning and you er my life Ot. No, I don't don't feel like you have tosay anything. I know you're not looking for anythingmore than a hook up, and I want to respect that. She tucks one legunderneath her and leans on one arm casting her eyes down to the floor.Well, I appreciate that, but I haven't really been honest with you or myself. I don't really know what I'm lookingfor, but I definitely like you more than I've. Leton I guess I was scared to my mouth falls open and for a moment itfeels like time has stopped everything my shitty apartment, thefight outside the nightclub. My fear of...

...what might happen next fades away, and it's just the two of us me and Ingrid finally, honest with each other foronce in our God, Damn lives. I stand up and move in front of her.Our eyes locked and she sits up straight on crossing her legs. Can Ikiss you she nods, and I take her face in my hands, our lips meeting the kiss,slow and tender. She pulls me down onto the bed and we lay there on our sideskissing and breathing and intertwining around each other. We've had plenty ofsex and all different kinds of ways, but nothing we've done as ever feltlike this. Before this vulnerable. This intimate we pull back staring into each other'seyes and simultaneously undress tossing our clothes on the floor. We quicklycome back together still lying on our sides and she hooks her leg around mineopening her hips to me.

I reached down and dip a finger betweenher legs tracing circles around her centr she gasps and arches her back,and I take one of her nipples between my lips sucking and rolling it with mytongue. Do you like that? Yes, with that she bucks her hips into my hand, Iobey slipping two fingers into her and pumping watching as her body roilsaround me. She Groans and reaches for me. Taking me in her hand, running herthumb over my head, causing a grunt to errupt from deep within me. She gives me a long, slow, pull beforeworking into a rhythm and soon we're both writhing and moaning. Together before she can finish, I pull our handsaway. Her eyes shoot open wildly searching my face. How do you want meher head, shakes softly and she presses her lips to mine right here right now, just...

...she guides me inside her wrapping herleg tighter around me our faces inches apart. I can feel her breath on my skinevery sigh and every Moan only making me want her more. I thrust deeper anddeeper inside her wanting us to be closer to feel closer than ever this time. It's not just physical, it'snot just about sex. It means something now, and that means something her body clinches as she comes throwingher head back with every wave that washes over her the tightness deep inmy Gud tells me I'm not far behind her, I'm closewhere. Where should I she takes me in her hand, seamlesslycontinuing the same motion while aiming at her stomach and within seconds? Icome right with her. We lie there for a few moments chestsheaving the noise of the city. The only sounds around us. She rolls over to clean up pulling oneof my tshirts over her head and...

...tiptoing to the bathroom. I grabbed theextra pillow from the closet and lie back down under the covers waiting forIngrid to return by the time she does. My eyelids have already grown heavydespite the loud grumbling in my stomach. She crawls in next to me,arching, a brow and glancing down at me. Should we order that food sleepy had, Iwas thinking Chinesei'm sure you were. She sits up swinging her legs over theside of the bed. We don't relax, I'm getting my phone to order, the food. Don't worry, I'm not going anywheretonight. INGRD presses her lips to my forehead and, I believe her and for the first time in a long time I'm not worried about what might happennext. Ten Week, turnabout is written byAmelia J rose produced by Concentria, creating steamy feminist, first RomanceForriol, special thangs to havy money...

...and the downpaynests for the use of ourthemsong o boy head sound engineer, John mmeil mixing by spiral likeCreatev, mastering by eating the WOR Sallowa at concental pod on Instegranand follow at Venoabloon and at Anedaer to watch this love story play out onyour instrudent. This episode was performed by Alison Brichal andTravisdona son n next week to hear Noa say I'm trying to say Sispecial Andi t I stik away for a second time.

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