With the dressing room door shut and locked behind them, Gwen leaned her back against it. "We can't keep doing this, Nikolaj."
He laughed, a joking drawl to his voice as he spoke. "A celebratory goodbye then. One final hurrah." He paused for a moment, a telling grin on his face. "The dramatic affair that ended with a bang."
Gwen laid her head against the door and faked a vomiting noise. "You're terrible-"
"I quite like it. I quite like us." He mocked. He looped his arm around her middle and kissed her fiercely.
"- and pathetic." She chuckled and leaned into him. She kissed his lips softly, her smile horribly contagious. He couldn't help but smile back.
He feigned a serious look. "Now, get this thing off." He started to tear at her shirt. He was too impatient for buttons today.
"Don't rip it, you animal!" She swatted his hands away and started to undo the buttons herself with her long, swift fingers.
"I don't care if it rips. It's hideous." Nik grabbed the back of his own shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it onto the counter.
She scoffed. "You're one to talk."
He laughed and shook his head, seizing her hands. "What's wrong with what I wear?" He started undoing her buttons then, slowly, far too slowly for her liking.
"You look like you dress yourself in the dark." She watched his hands rather than his face.
"Maybe I dress for comfort, not style. Or maybe I just live to piss you off." He got the last button undone and pulled the offending article off of her, tossing it in the same direction his shirt had landed.
He groaned quietly at the sight of her and immediately pressed his mouth to her breasts. Thank the gods she never wore a bra. Her milky skin was never one to disappoint - always soft, always responsive, always smelled so fucking sweet - like strawberries and cream.
Nik kissed and nipped and licked her exposed skin, his hands cupping her cute little breasts perfectly. He drew a plump nipple between his teeth, meticulously teasing her. He harshly rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it more softly.
Gwen mewled and melted under his touch, her hands finding purchase in his hair and gripping lightly. "Maybe you-"
"Stop talking." He stood up straight, even up to his tiptoes to kiss her. It was all teeth and tongues as their mouths fought one another, muffled sighs exchanging between them.
Nik toed off his shoes, Gwen kicked off her heels, and together they stripped each other of their pants and underwear. Neither of them in the most flattering of undergarments, but they didn't stay on long enough to make a worthy impression.
"Put the heels back on." He growled out. And with a spark of surprise in her eye, she obliged.
Nik's hands possessively grabbed her sides, attacking her with wet hot kisses. His fingers slid down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze and a slap before he hauled her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, heels locking together.
He turned and started to bring her towards the nearest flat surface, but considering they had discarded all their clothes on the floor where they stood, Nikolaj nearly tripped over his own shoes on the way there. Gwen held onto him tighter, her short nails digging into his shoulder as he lurched forward. She stifled a laugh in her throat and closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his. She kissed the hollow of his cheek and moved her hand to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. It calmed her racing heart only momentarily.
