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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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.

'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?'

'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.'

'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.

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.'

'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?'

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?'

He snorts, and his hands stop moving.

'Don't believe you.'

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?'

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.'

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.'

'Oh yeah?'

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

'Gonna share?'

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