#( int/ lewis marlow. )

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he had been excited to see the gift they'd been boasting about, but as lewis lifted the lid off the box and saw a pair of women's lingerie sitting in the tissue paper, his face fell. "is this for you or....?" his gaze lifted to meet theirs and suddenly the intent became clear. "no. there's absolutely no way! i'm not wearing this..."

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it was funny, really: he'd hardly noticed her when she first got onto the bus, making brief eye contact when he'd shifted to give her room to slot in beside him, but now there was very little that could draw his attention away from her. every shift in her posture, every subtle noise that fell from her lips... lewis was hyper-focused on the sleight frame tucked in against his despite the growing crowd surrounding them. he watched as her knuckles tightened around the rail she was holding in front of her, his own grip subconsciously tightening around her. far be it from him to judge, but she didn't seem like the type to be quite so daring in public. mousy and fragile looking, he was sure that if anyone were to catch on to their little scheme there would be harsh scrutiny considering he was twice her size (and while not quite twice her age, no doubt he had a good ten years on her). "oh, no need to apologize at all. you're welcome to use me for balance as well." which she seemed more than eager to do, parting her legs and leaning back so that his leg pushed between her thighs. "no? there must be an event downtown driving traffic this way..." his leg pushed further forward between her own until her crotch came to rest against his thigh, the hand he still had pressed against her stomach pulling her further back against him so that she could drag along his trousers just slightly. the bulge between his own legs pressed harder into her back as he struggled to choke back a groan, but still he found his hips pressing forward against her. "are you headed somewhere in particular? running errands or... headed home, maybe?"

considering she'd been alive for over two decades now, kitty had still yet to really truly live. growing up, she kept looking to a point in the future when she'd finally be confident enough to put herself out there and experience the sorts of things she'd only ever read about, but those deadlines kept coming up and passing her right by without any meaningful change being made. by then she'd more or less accepted that some people were doers and others were merely there to observe, but maybe being at peace with her circumstances was what it took for the universe to throw her a bone for once. hearing her name uttered in his low tone had her gut doing a flip, tightening her grip on the railing so that her knuckles went pale. "nice to meet you too," her voice was a mere squeak, desperately clinging to some sense of composure. the bus was crowded enough, she doubted anyone would notice the way they were pressed far too close together, but she couldn't help but feel the flutterings of anxiety as her gaze darted around to assess her surroundings, making sure no one had caught on to their naughty little game yet. she could feel the warmth radiating from his palm as he shifted his hand to her tummy, pressing her lips together to try and hold back a grin. "n-no, not at all... forgive me for being so clumsy." with that excuse given, she dared to widen her stance just slightly, shifting herself back so that one of his legs slotted between hers. "it's not usually this crowded, either..."

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he should've predicted who would be standing there when he swung the door open (it wasn't as though he were overrun with visitors, after all), and yet there was a surprised and mildly annoyed sigh that fell from his lips as stepped aside to allow them in. "i thought i told you today didn't work for me? i'm way behind on this self-help book i'm writing for some influencer and the last thing i need is a migraine right now."

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he'd already got his tie loosened, fingers working steadily at the buttons of his dress-shirt before he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. startled, he turned to face the intruder but even after meeting a familiar gaze lewis is no less disturbed. "..... you're not supposed to be in here."

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"i'm not close minded, i'm just naturally adverse to making myself look like a fucking idiot." and yet, the longer he stares at the set the more it begins to sink in that she's (unfortunately) completely serious. lifting the bra from the delicate wrapping and letting it rest on the tip of his index finger, lewis fixes her with an exasperated glare. "i think i liked the collar and leash better: can we revisit that idea?"

his reaction was expected, which is why the smirk that plasters itself to her features doesn't budge even after he becomes aware of her true intentions. "you're awfully close minded for someone whose never done this before." her smirk shifts to a pout momentarily, shifting her head slightly as her gaze drops between the contents of the box and him. "all you have to do is put it on and behave. you can do that for me, can't you?"

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he'd never been particularly adventurous. the opposite, in fact, often erring toward being a little too cautious in an effort to keep from feeling disappointed or, worse, disappointing someone else. it was the chief complaint amongst his former girlfriends, that he was too timid or unwilling to take a chance, lacked ambition, and shied away from anything 'exciting'. if only they could see him now, he thought, hips rolling forward to grind against the woman in front of him as the bus swayed her back into him again. "kitty." he repeated it quietly, amazed just how fitting it seemed to be. "very nice to meet you." honestly, putting a name and a face to the warm body pressed against his only made lewis all the more nervous, but she seemed more than willing to play along with their faux circumstances. "ah, it's my first time. just sort of hopped on without knowing where i was going." and what a happy accident he'd stumbled into! one of his hands slid around subconsciously from her hip around to her lower abdomen, keeping her frame closer as his stiffening cock prodded against her from beneath his trousers. "it is rather bumpy today, isn't it?" his voice was low, exhaled beside her temple as she turned back away from him. "you don't mind, do you? my holding onto you for... balance?"

as was common amongst her peers, kitty found herself feeling lost and aimless following her college graduation. she'd spent so long focused on academia, consoling herself for her lack of a social life by believing that putting all her attention on her studies rather than friends and parties would benefit her in the long run, only to find herself with a degree and nothing much else to show for it. her first nannying gig fell into her lap, and she'd stuck with it ever since because it was easy. comfortable. kitty had scarcely ventured outside her comfort zone for more than a peek around the corner, but perhaps it was time that changed. the fact that all of this was taking place in public only added to how exhilarating she found it, knowing that someone could catch on at any moment and put an end to their fun if they weren't discreet enough. her teeth began nibbling on her lower lip as she blinked up at him, fighting through her anxiety just to be able to speak. "ki—" she cleared her throat when her voice came out more of a squeak than anything else. "kitty..." he was handsome— that much she'd known already, otherwise she wouldn't have been so eager to be grinding against him in public, but being face to face with him was somehow more intimidating than what was currently happening below the belt. "everyday, almost," she nodded, having no choice but to turn back to face forward. foolishly, a part of her hoped they may cross paths again now that he knew where to find her, kind of. she knew nothing about him other than his name and his face (and his bulge), but she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, lost in a fantasy and losing sight of rationality. "it's not usually this bumpy..."

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"that jab would probably hurt more if they were books i cared about selling well. think on it a little longer, though, i'm sure you'll get there." she'd always had a knack for hitting him in his most sensitive insecurities— but then again, he'd developed a skill for scouting out hers as well. he didn't watch as she walked through his apartment with ease (another indication of just how often her visits had become) though his gaze did sear through the bag she'd thrown in his direction. "jewellery, common sense... you should consider retiring it, maybe, seems to be more of a hassle than it's worth." he stared at the computer screen in front of him for a few moments longer before giving up entirely and shutting it so he could instead wander into the kitchen and open the fridge idly. "even storage units throw your shit out on the front step after a while, i'd just keep that in mind." he abandoned his mindless inventory of his fridge (which was more depressing than productive), instead pulling a bottle of scotch from the liquor cabinet beside it. "i did warn you that a divorce would cost you more than it would cost me— but you insisted."

"aw, cute. well, he'll be in good company with the rest of your books." lewis wasn't actually as unsuccessful as margaret made out but it was fun to tease him, she saw it as a way of showing that their relationship was no longer as turbulent as it used to be, though she never stopped to consider how her negging would have actually made him feel, or what others he told might've had to say about it. after tossing her bag on the table beside lewis' laptop, she began to absentmindedly walk towards the bedroom, taking in the space like it was the first time she had been there. "you got me there, i've lost many a piece of jewellery to that fucking thing." at the point in their relationship that they'd gotten too, they'd already said all the worst, most hurtful shit, all that was left were tiny little punches that could be thrown defensively but held no real weight. for a moment she disappeared out of sight, then returned with her earrings in hand, expensive gold flowers that she was sure she'd gotten as a gift on one of their anniversaries, though she couldn't remember which one. "mhm... no, probably not. you're like having a storage unit i don't have to pay for. well, i guess i'm paying in divorce fees."

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on the opposite end of the spectrum, lewis had fallen out of any sort of a routine since finishing his latest project. as soul-crushing as it was to pump out novels with someone else's name on the cover, it afforded him the ability to take a month or two off in between and wallow. which was the stage he was currently in, floating from place to place without any real itinerary or direction making the appearance of the beautiful, slight woman in front of him a heartily welcome development. he wasn't sure, at first if, she'd return after he'd pulled her back against the bulge growing between his legs of if it would frighten her off altogether. thankfully, as the light before them turned green and the bus lurched forward again, her body fell back into his. instinctively, his hands found her hips again, drawing her toward him as his own hips rolled forward against her. "oh, no, don't worry. can't be helped." he wasn't surprised to find such a beauty gazing up at him, but the flush of his cheeks was surprising. "lewis," he introduced gruffly, clearing his throat as another sway of the bus had her pushing back against his length. "you take this line often?"

after so long of keeping the same routine, waking up at the same time, dressing in variations of the same outfit and taking the same bus line for several years now, kitty's life had grown monotonous. without much of an outlet to branch out and let off steam, she'd had no choice but to live vicariously through fiction, at first with smutty novels, and then with short stories of her own when they failed to meet her specific criteria. it had been enough to sustain her for a while, but kitty had been growing more restless, and it was only a matter of time before she acted out in some way. at least this was mostly harmless, and if she'd sensed resistance from the man behind her, she would've immediately stopped and spent the rest of the ride mortified and as rigid as possible. rather than shy away, he seemed to draw her in closer, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle a gasp as she felt the firm outline of his length pressed against her before he released and allowed her to correct her position, albeit reluctantly. she could still hear the low tone of his voice in her ear, warm breath just barely flirting with the surface of her skin and raising the hairs on the back of her neck, and the salacious nature of it all had her cheeks flushed a soft pink. normal kitty would've lost her nerve and probably gotten off at the next stop just to end her embarrassment, but she forced herself to think like one of her protagonists. after taking a deep breath to soothe her nerves, kitty shifted back again, this time looking up and twisting her neck to glance behind her. "sorry..." she'd gotten a glimpse of him when she'd first boarded the bus, but this was her chance to get a good look, her expression remaining innocent as she swiveled her hips against his bulge.

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despite his therapist's strict instruction not to react to her goading, lewis couldn't help the snort he allowed her dig. "you heard me say influencer, right? he'll be lucky if the book makes it out of the back of some barnes and noble stock room." it was amazing the kind of book deal money could by and yet, even with the proof of literary standards slipping lower each day, he remained too afraid to submit work of his own. he watched her make herself comfortable (another firm no from his therapist that's fallen to the wayside), returning to the laptop he'd left open at the debris littered dining room table he used as a work station. "i haven't seen any earrings. are you sure they didn't disappear behind that gigantic sense of self-importance you're still toting around with you? that's where i'd check first." the jabs came so easily that they hardly held the same weight they had when they first separated, but the comfort of their back and forth was too tempting to fall into whenever she was near. "i don't suppose you're planning to take any of the other shit you've left lying around while you're here? your shoes, that bra in my dresser, a decade of emotional baggage you've saddled me with... take your pick, really."

"oh yeah? are we hoping to see another new york times best seller not under your name?" it was easy to tease him, he was so damn miserable all the time and rarely tried to put up a fight strong enough to dissuade margaret from pushing his buttons. shoving past him with a toss of her red hair, she made a bee line towards his bedroom, a place she shouldn't have known so intimately considering it was in the apartment of the man she'd been trying to settle a divorce with for the last four months but she'd never placed too much importance on the right way of doing things. "don't worry, i won't be long. i left my earrings here and i need to find them before they get sucked up into the black hole that is your existence."

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admittedly, he'd known it would be a problem from the moment her sleight frame had wedged between him and the woman in front of her. not simply because of the way her body pressed against his (though her height made it so that each turn of the bus forced them into a very compromising position), but because of the way the scent of her shampoo enveloped him, or the way her hair grazed over his arm when her head tilted back just slightly. small details that he forgotten about since his last relationship had failed. or, maybe more accurately, small details he'd tried to forget about in order to prevent missing them too keenly. by the third time her hips rocked back into his, though, lewis couldn't help but grow suspicious. the patrons behind him had long since figured out the rhythm of the bus, making it so they were able to catch themselves before falling into one another quite as drastically and yet her frame continued to find its way flush against his. he waited for the first shift to be made without interference from the bus to confirm his suspicion, but once it arrived he found himself paralyzed by the sudden arousal (which she would no doubt feel pressing against her). he'd written about salacious actions before, either in his own unpublished works or for his clients, but he'd only ever dreamed that he would find himself in the scenario. his hand fell to rest on her hip as her body pressed in against his, voice low as he cleared his throat. "'scuse me." a quiet apology for the placement of his hand— which would look as though it was meant to stabilize her from a distance— though he made no attempt to move it away. in fact, he used it to keep her body tucked in against his for a few beats longer before releasing her back to the natural sway of traffic.

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫: any 21+ 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: (source) 𝔴𝔥𝔬: katherine "kitty" buchanon, she/her, 23, bisexual, submissive, nanny/amateur erotica author

the first time kitty's backside had made contact with the crotch of the person stood behind her on the crowded bus, it had been an accident. the second time it was pure coincidence, an ill timed speed bump sending her stumbling back against them again, but the third time she couldn't tell who had pressed against who, and something about it had seemed more calculated. she'd be far too timid to admit it, but engaging in something so innocuously taboo gave her a certain sort of thrill, like sharing her own little naughty secret in this crowd full of strangers. the next time there was no questioning who had initiated contact, her hips shifting back against them a bit more deliberately just to test their reaction with a slight smirk twitching at her lips. it was almost like she'd become the protagonist in one of the steamy stories she penned for nothing but her own enjoyment, a fantasy come to life, and she still had five more stops to enjoy this little game they were playing.