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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'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.'

'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.

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?'

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.

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.

She follows him to the bed, her hands catching his face between her palms and her mouth hot on his. Her only answer is a quiet moan, but she doesn't think he'll mind.

One hand reaches out, blindly, and drags part of the duvet onto the floor between his knees. Only then does her mouth begin to stray, down his jaw to his throat, first laving the drops of water from his skin and then, marking the sweetest spots with sucking kisses. Her hands rest on his thighs, and she lowers herself down, kissing across his chest, down to his soft midriff, nuzzling into the crease of his thigh.

She trusts he'll tell her if he has a problem with it.

...no. God, no, no problem with it. He's a bit stumped for words, because this is another thing he's been aching for for three years. And now her mouth is all working it's way down him, and it's messing with his head a bit.

'Thought you'd...thought I'd have to do something really good to get this.'

Never thought she'd be so eager to drop to her knees.

She pauses, looking up at him with an eyebrow waggle and a grin. Her hands are already pushing his thighs apart, taking him in a grip that is less than gentle, but not quite firm. Delicate fingers catch just beneath the head, just like he showed her.

'Surprise,' she whispers, letting her breath play right over the tip.

He visibly swallows, and shifts his weight to one hand so he can touch her face with the other, trailing his thumb down her cheek.

'Mare,' he says, almost as quiet, his eyes flickering between hers, and her mouth so close to him. He's almost fully hard, and licks his lower lip in anticipation.

Her eyes close at that touch on her cheek, and she can't help but nuzzle into his palm, just for a moment.

But something else has her attention now, and she meets his gaze again, wanting to see his eyes when she licks her lips, and then presses a wet, lingering, soft kiss right on the very crown.

A low, hungry sound rises in her throat, and then she's pulling him over her lips, tasting his musk and his skin, sinking into kissing him in a whole new way.

He huffs out a quiet breath, tense until the excitement calms to a low pulse of arousal. His eyes fall closed, just for a moment, because he has to watch. Alex Drake has her mouth around his cock. Even if it only happens once in his afterlife, it's an image that'll stay with him until until he gives it all up for good.

'Christ.'

She takes him in, or at least as much as she can manage, taking up a firm grip on his shaft. She can't help but take a moment to savour him, feeling the heat and heft of him on her tongue, trapping against her palate and suckling just enough to get his attention.

And then she starts to move, slowly at first, her tongue marking the ridge of his cock, finding that one spot. Yes, that one, right there.

She teases around it, only giving it passing attention, because she wants this to last long enough to make him lose his mind like he did to her.

The first time her tongue teases it, a small sound rumbles up from his chest. He squashes any further noise, but the tension will be clear from the way he doesn't move even a little bit, except to breathe. Deep, slow breaths, except when she touches over that bit he likes so much. Then the sound becomes sharp, until he calms himself.

He wants this drawn out just as much as she does. More, probably.

Her hand moves in gentle counterpoint, at least when she's taking him in long strokes. Her eyes fall closed, and she pauses to rub that fleshy head over her lips. He rumbles and she answers, a soft, breathless moan. She looks up at him, watching his face, listening to his body, above all, wanting this to be good for him.

That doesn't mean she's above teasing him a little. Letting her tongue press and flicker over that sweet spot, her thumb and forefinger drawing tight around his shaft as she presses down. She takes what she's learned the last few days, and investigates a few new avenues. It's pure decadence, taking him like this, and she's loving every moment of it.

His head falls back finally, and he shuts his eyes again so he can savour the delicious tension of her firm lips suckling him. Her tongue flicks fire up his nerves, and he sucks air in over his teeth.

He feels exposed like this, leaning away from her but it only adds to the sensation. He's not used to being passive, but it's not such a bad feeling like this. A few minutes later, and he puts a hand on the base of his stomach, scratching lightly with his nails over skin that he'd never admit is sensitive, though the groan will tell its own story. And he starts moving now, pushing up into her mouth in a steady rocking motion, encouraging more.

Oh there's a new one, she thinks. One hand pets up over his hip, pushing her nails through the course hair, again, following his lead. She's still drawing him along slowly, taking turns between suckling and licking a hot stripe up the strong ridge of his cock, from the base to the very tip.

She even takes a detour, wet kisses straying down to the soft skin of his bollocks, her tongue swirling over them, seeing if he enjoys that, too.

It's a whole new sensation, trying to find her way beneath his defences like this. A whole new push and pull, and haven't they always been good at push and pull?

He freezes as soon as she starts on his balls, and there's another moan that's not so quiet. Safe to say, he likes that. Even more than just liking the idea of her playing with them, and that's always featured quite prominently when he's thought about this. He opens his eyes, and brings his head up to watch, his face crumpling when he gets the visual he's only imagined until now.

'Bloody.

Hell.'

On automatic, he covers her hand with his and squeezes it a bit tighter, just to notch the hot pulse a little higher.

She follows his lead, just as before, taking over with that tighter grip, licking her way back up his length like he was a giant lolly and she had an insatiable sweet tooth. His quiet exclamation makes her smile, and she holds his gaze as she presses him to her lips again, making a grand show of taking him in, one centimetre at a time, holding him firm the entire time. Deliberately teasing him isn't really her objective.

She justreally wants to hear him make that noise again.

She gets that noise, and a few more. A few swear words whispered in among the fast pull of air into his lungs, his eyes riveted on her mouth as she sucks him in slowly. The look on her face is doing him in - who could have guessed she'd love it like this? And she knows exactly what she's doing, forcing him to keep focused on her face and her mouth. He feels the underside of his length resting over her tongue, and a burst of arousal at the sensation yanks another moan from him. He moves his hand to her head, not pressuring but just resting in her hair, so she knows he doesn't want her to back off.

'Faster, sweet'eart. More.'

Her eyes smile up at him, and she does as he asks, almost. Just a little faster, just a little harder. Her eyes closer for a moment at the feel of his hand in her hair, but she doesn't want to miss a single moment. Her mouth pulls at him, strong and insistent now, the steady heartbeat pulse of her tongue right where he needs it.

All the while, her free hand roams, nails grazing his skin, over his hip and across his lower stomach; down between his thighs, lightly stroking over the ruched flesh of his bollocks. She's determined, focused, and above all else, relentless.

It's her tongue that's killing him, so soft and wet and curled around the spot where he needs it most. His mouth drops open, fast breaths pulled into a tight chest and the hand tightens in her hair.

'Bolly.'

He's hurtling towards the end, and almost can't form the words he has to.

'Stop.'

The moment she feels his hand tighten, she freezes, relinquishing her prize with great reluctance.

'What's wrong?' Concern gives her voice an edge, and her expression reflects the fear that she's done something to bollocks this up, too.

'Nothing.'

He pulls a pained smile, and tries to usher her upwards.

'Just nearly there, that's all.'

Edited 2012-07-22 21:48 (UTC)

'Oh. Right.'

Still confused, but eager to continue, she plants one last lingering kiss right on the crown, and then makes her way up his body. She's still wet from the shower, and that only seems to make this all the more decadent. Her mouth marks a line of soft kisses back up his torso, her hands urging him to lie back so she can rise above him, straddling his thighs, careful not to touch him too much. Her voice is honey dark when she murmurs against his chest,

'Need a moment?'

'Mmm.'

He's happy just to lie back and breathe for a second. But not much longer when her body's there for the touching. He runs his hands down the curve of her hips - one stays there, while the other slips between her legs, gently seeking out her clit.

'Always knew you'd have a filthy mouth on you.'

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