lady_bols | Room 6620, Afternoon

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Room 6620, Afternoon

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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His mock-indignation gets a giggle out of her, and yes, she's actually starting to feel relaxed. And it's a strange relief, to have the serious bit out of the way.

'I'll take that as a yes?' Another kiss, and she pushes herself back up to sitting, gazing down at him with a contented expression. 'What happened to that legendary twenty-two year old libido, hmm?'

Her hands rest on his sides, and she's acutely aware of where they're still joined. She might let him up in a moment or two. Maybe. If he's good.

His lips purse as he pretends to mull this over. Or maybe its just appreciation of her body.

'Any twenty-two year old lad tells you he can go constantly, without a break - he's a liar.'

He drags a hand up to rest on her leg.

'Now, if I was sixteen...'

Whole different story.

She's grinning, chewing on her lower lip, feeling like she's sixteen all over again, absolutely smitten with this man.

'I think you're having me on,' she muses, trailing her index finger down his mid-line. 'You have the body of a man in his late forties, at least. Which I might add, I find incredibly attractive.'

'Yeah, well-'

He pulls a rueful face, and swipes his free hand down his jaw,

'I didn't get a lot of say in it.'

Not that he's complaining, and there's nothing maudlin about the way he says it. Just pointing out a fact.

'An' I thought women were taught to not judge a book by its cover?'

'Mm, strange you should say that. That implies there's more to you than meets the eye. That there's a depth to you, hidden wonders beneath that cool exterior.'

She's still trailing her fingertips lightly over his skin, exploring the soft planes and curves.

He manages to snort, and look amused at the same time.

'Hang on - so you're saying you've fancied me for a while based only on what I look like?'

What.

That gets a proper belly laugh, which has the delicious side effect of clenching certain muscles internally, making her draw air over teeth.

'The fact that you're -- how would you put it -- easy on the eyes, certainly didn't hurt. But to hear you admit that there's more than meets the eye, that you're a complicated man who has complicated needs... I never thought I'd see the day.'

His mouth opens, then closes again. The opens again.

'...when did I admit all that!?'

Bloody hell. He's sure he would've remembered.

'I told you not to underestimate me, once. Never said anythin' about complicated.'

He's pretty sure he's the most simple man in the world, recent revelations notwithstanding. At least to other people's eyes.

She's still chuckling as she bends down to steal a kiss, using the moment to distract him from the embarrassing part of slipping apart from him. The kiss lingers as she settles beside him, giving her knees a rest.

'Don't worry, love. Your secret's safe with me.' One hand idly brushes through his hair, and when she looks in his eyes, maybe he can see just how much she wants to get lost in those not-at-all-complicated depths of his.

He cuts his eyes sideways at her, holds the look...then nods, and glances away. Good. He wouldn't want that being spread around.

'I'd say you were complicated an' all, but it goes without saying.'

She is, after all, female.

'Delicate mechanism, ay?' She props herself up on one arm beside him, leaning in to nibble at his jaw. It makes it easier to whisper a growl in his ear.

'Well, before you reach for your cigarettes, this delicate mechanism requires a little post-coital affection.'

He raises his eyebrows, part oh, really?, and part do I have to?

'Can't I combine the two?'

He does slide an arm around her though, and turn his head to give her a kiss. He was married, he knows what's required.

'No, not today at least. Today is different.'

That point she makes very clear by taking her time with this kiss.

'Today is special.'

'Mmm. I'll say.'

First shag with Alex Drake. And she came twice. Result.

And yeah, all the other stuff too. But that's what's foremost in his mind.

She smiles against his mouth, and then refocuses her attention, taking what he has to offer, trying not to think about all the rest.

(That he's leaving again, and may never be coming back.)

(That this may be the only chance they get to be together, and she doesn't want to let it slip through her fingers unremarked and unnoticed.)

He may be ready to roll over and take another nap, but she seems to have other ideas.

After a long moment of soft kisses, she pulls back to look into his face, studying his eyes. Her tone is light, playful, and it's clear she's trying to distract herself from the heavier thoughts.

'Still worried about whether or not I'm terrible in bed?'

He looks into her eyes the same way he did when they were stuck in that vault. In such a way that says he knows the situation perfectly well, but he's sure as hell not going to spell it out.

'...as it happens, yeah I am.'

She may be shocked to discover a hand covering one of her tits again.

'Might need a few more goes to properly make up my mind. Wouldn't want to settle on a mark out of ten without giving you a chance.'

That would just be mean.

If he's going to manhandle her some more, she's going to steal another kiss or seven. She's grinning again as she leans in.

'Don't think you're off the hook yet, either. Being stingy with the cuddling isn't exactly a mark in your favour.'

'I've done nothin' but cuddle you!'

And he's not exactly objecting now. If he could have a fag first, he'd have no problem at all.

'Anyway, my results speak for themselves.'

So there.

She is not about to start quibbling with him right now, not when it seems like they're warming up for round two. Another lingering kiss, and a nuzzle to his cheek.

'All right, then. You smoke your cigarette, and then join me in the shower when you're done. I just want a quick rinse, and then...' She kisses him again, sucking on his lower lip a bit. 'Then, we'll see if I can spring that other surprise on you, hmm?'

She's licking her lips seductively when she pulls back, her gaze full of wicked promise.

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.'

'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.

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.'

'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.'

'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?'

'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.

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