Room 6620, Afternoon

[lady_bols]

There's a knock at the door.  Someone is politely, quietly knocking on her door.  It can't be Gene then.  He always uses his fist, even at 3am in the morning.  She opens one eye, and realizes, she's not in the flat above Luigi's.

For one, Gene is behind her.  And completely starkers, pressed against her from nape to knee, snoring quietly in her ear.  A grin spreads across her face, and she stretches, not quite willing to leave the comfort of the bed yet.

'Just leave it there, we'll get it in a minute.  Thanks.'  She hopes whoever is out there can hear her voice, because she's not going to shout and wake him.  She also makes a mental note to tip the rat very well when he brings dinner.

It's impossible to move much at all without waking him.  So she gives him another moment, content just to enjoy the feel of lying in his arms.

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[the_gene_genie]

He'd been planning on going back to sleep. But not now.

'...yeah, OK then.'

His eager look will, no doubt, be noticeable. He grabs for his fags, and sparks one up double-quick.

'Won' be long.'

[lady_bols]

'Take your time.'

She slips from the sheets and doesn't even bother grabbing her robe, just throws him a look over her shoulder as she saunters to the bath, hands in her hair and hips swaying in invitation.

The water starts up a moment later, and he can hear her humming tunelessly under her breath. It's a contented sound.

[the_gene_genie]

Take his time? With her licking her lips like that? Yeah, right. He's through that cigarette like it's not there, and out of bed within three minutes. He smiles a bit at her humming, but doesn't comment on the lack of tune, not even when he's stepping into the bath and sliding his arms around her waist.

'Hello.'

[lady_bols]

'Mmmm, hello you.'

The water feels delicious, but not nearly as good as he does, taking his place behind her. She turns in his embrace and slips her arms around his neck, purring at the feel of his hands on her wet skin.

'Fancy meeting you here.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Coincidence. I was looking for the pub.'

He smiles, and leans in to kiss her, letting the water wash down over him.

'Wouldnt happen to have a pint on hand, would you?'

[lady_bols]

'No, alas. But I know where there's a really good bottle of champagne.' She murmurs the words against his lips, her hands beginning to stray.

'Mmm.' This is better than champagne. She could do this for days, but she does have an agenda. It's obvious she's reluctant to pull away, but she does, letting the water do its work. Her hands never leave his skin, though.

'I could get used to this.' She looks into his eyes, smiling softly.

[the_gene_genie]

'S'not bad, is it?' he says, a paraphrase of words she's heard from him before. But things - at least for this - are so much better now. He's smiling too as he picks up the shower gel, and flannel.

'Want me to do your back?'

[lady_bols]

'Mm, that would be wonderful.' She sounds surprised, and pleased, turning her back to him again, raking her hands through her hair.

'As long as I get a chance to play, too.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Play? More practical, isn' it?'

Which isn't to say he doesn't enjoy it, and spends far longer running hands and flannel over her back, and backside, than strictly called for.

And then, y'know. The hands slide around to her chest. That's playing.

[lady_bols]

Her eyes close, and she smiles. 'Semantics,' she purrs, leaning back against his chest, one hand reaching up and back to weave in his hair, the other finding the crease of his hip. The wonder of being able to touch him still makes her breath hitch in her chest. Hasn't she wanted to do just this for so long? Hasn't she dreamed of him holding her like this?

This thought brings with it a new revelation. She can tell him as much, now.

'Y'know...' It should be easy, but she still hesitates. Uncharted territory. 'I used to.. fantasize about this. About coming home after a long day, and turning on the hot water. Closing my eyes and letting it beat down on me. And then, feeling you slip in behind me. Put your hands on me.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Yeah?'

He chuckles, and rubs soapy circles over her tits.

'I used to think about you bent over my desk. Or the car.'

He puts his mouth against her ear, kisses it, and murmurs, 'did you just think about it, Alex?'

[lady_bols]

She smirks, resting her head on his shoulder. Of course he did. And of course, he'd have no shame at all in sharing that information with her.

'Maybe?'

[the_gene_genie]

He snorts, and his hands stop moving.

'Don't believe you.'

[lady_bols]

He goes still and her hand at his hip dips down, exploring lightly.

'Don't believe I may have only thought about it? What else do you think I might have done, love?'

[the_gene_genie]

A fresh sensation of pleasure rushes to his skin where she's touching, and he angles his hips so that she can reach back without effort.

'Woman like you doesn't jus' think about stuff without takin' action.'

[lady_bols]

Her smile broadens, and she hums, a sound of pure contentment. She doesn't need to open her eyes, letting her other senses take over. His voice against her ear is already making her heart race.

'Oh, really. A woman like me, hmm?'

Her hand slips between his thighs, gently cupping him, weighing and fondling him, bollocks and cock both. He's heavy, even when he's soft. It's a delicious sensation. It really does make her mouth water.

'Y'know, I'm thinking about something right now.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Oh yeah?'

His teeth fix lightly on her earlobe, and he tweaks a nipple gently between finger and thumb.

'Gonna share?'

[lady_bols]

She hisses, the feel of his teeth lighting a fire under her skin. Her head tips back, and she presses into his hands.

'What, and spoil the surprise?'

Her touch between his legs takes on a purpose, now; less exploratory, more -- stimulating.

'I could tell you, in detail, what I'm thinking of. Or -- I could just show you?'

[the_gene_genie]

'Mmm.'

A noise of appreciation as he starts to thicken in her palm, and he lets a breath out through his nose as arousal sparks to life.

'As ideas go, I've heard worse.'

[lady_bols]

'Such enthusiasm.' There's a decidedly playful sarcasm in her voice, now. 'If you'd rather take a nap?'

Her hand dips down again, giving special attention to his most sensitive assets, oh so gentle as she wraps her hand around them.

'I mean, I wouldn't want to put you out or anything.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Judging by the evidence, I'd say you'd rather put me in.'

He's not a detective for nothing. And there's a decidedly smug look on his face through all of this, one she's already well familiar with.

'An' I wouldn't mind a nap.'

He murmurs this last against her lips, as he closes the distance between them again.

'After.'

[lady_bols]

'Mmmm.'

She turns in his arms, not relinquishing her hold on him or his kiss. The water flows down over her shoulders, washing away so much more than just the sweat of their bodies. Another soft, hungry mouthful, and she moans, feeling him hot and heavy in her hand.

'Bed,' she murmurs, going back for another kiss. There's an urgency in her touch now. If she doesn't get her mouth on him properly in the next few minutes, she might do something rash.

[the_gene_genie]

A corner of his mouth quirks up, and he switches the water off, shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.

'OK.'

Orders like that he'll follow every day of the week.

'Am I allowed to get dry first?'

[lady_bols]

She gives it a mere moment's thought, her eyes narrowing as she thinks. Another kiss, and the answer is clear.

'No.'

Her hands urge him out of the bath, and through the door, vaguely aiming for the bed. It doesn't matter. She wants him now.

[the_gene_genie]

He stumbles backwards, actually surprised for once. He thought she was going to dry off and calm down and...hell, who cares? She's doing this, and he's OK with it.

'Blimey, Bolly.'

He sits back on the crumpled quilt, and braces himself on straight arms. She's coming at him far stronger than he expected, but it's more arousing than annoying. It helps that she looks ruddy gorgeous when she's all wet, and naked, and with roaming hands.