Just Like Old Times

Darach ar an gCnoc

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Lilly and Arthur maintained eye contact. Arthur was still not breathing. Lilly wanted to laugh so much over his reaction, but she licked her lips instead and leisurely made her way to him with her hips swaying seductively. Lilly went and grabbed her glass, drinking it slowly and moaning in delight.

"Mmm, that's good champagne, mo chuisle. Ya got good taste." Arthur wasn't saying anything. He was simply staring at her in disbelief. Lilly giggled and trailed a finger upwards from his chest to his chin. "Speak."

Arthur swallowed hard and he tugged on his collar. "Lillian," he said, sounding out of breath. He cleared his throat. "Lillian. This is the weddin' present you was on about, I take it?"

"Yes," she cooed at him. "Part of it." Lilly put a hand on her hip and turned around gradually, stopping when her back was to Arthur. She was almost certain her rump would make him turn daft. She spread her legs a little and looked back at him. "Do you like my outfit, Mr. Morgan?"

Lilly smirked when Arthur took a very shaky breath, tilted his head slightly, and wrinkled his forehead in surprise. "Ooooh, I like it very, very much," he cleared his throat again.

She narrowed her eyes suggestively. "Good." She brushed a finger along his lips. "I was hopin' you wouldn't be disappointed."

"Jesus Christ, Lilly," he wheezed out with a chuckle. "You ain't disappointin' no one with this getup."

Lilly made an 'o' with her lips, lifted her eyebrows, and the side of her mouth twitched up. "Ooooh, no one? I didn't know you wanted to share me. Should we go show me off to other people? I bet Patrick would-"

Arthur yanked Lilly against him and grabbed her wrist. "Don't you be jokin' like that, woman! You ain't goin' nowhere!" he laughed.

Lilly flashed her teeth at him. "Yeah, about that..." she shoved Arthur over to the wall and pinned his wrists against it. She got close to his face. Lilly's eyes were bright and somewhat squinted and the corners of her lips were raised. This really brought out the fullness of her lips. "You're the one who ain't goin' nowhere, Mr. Morgan." Arthur seemed to lose his breath again. He looked almost frightened. She chuckled deeply. "You look absolutely terrified, Mr. Morgan."

"I ain't terrified," he said weakly. Yeah, right.

Lilly inclined her head to the side. "Well..." she loosened his bow tie, slipped it off his collar aggressively, and let it drop to the floor. "You should be."

Arthur went slack-jawed once more, gazing at Lilly with eyes bigger than the moon. Lilly wanted to giggle with happiness. She knew Arthur was definitely terrified, obviously speechless, and perhaps even dumbfounded. And when she pressed her body up against him, she could tell he was very much aroused.

"Because," she loosened one button on his vest, then another, then the last one. "Your little minx?" she questioned.

Arthur scrunched up between his eyebrows. "Yes?" looking confused.

Lilly pulled his arms back down, surprised that Arthur had kept them up. She grabbed the shoulders of his tuxedo jacket, pulled him from the door slightly, and yanked it down to his elbows.

"She changed." Lilly looked down, slipped the jacket off his arms, and tossed it behind her. Lilly made eye contact with him again before putting her lips to his ear, placed her palms on the wall, and spoke softly into his ear. "Into an erotic and predacious tiger. And she has a very, very," Lilly sucked on his earlobe then bit it, causing him to flinch. "veeeery hungry pussy."