"Did you want me to kiss it better?"
Gwen watched the corner of his lips tug up briefly in some small semblance of a smile. She knew that look in his eye though, he was worried that she was going to push him away.
Her eyes flicked down to her loosely tied robe, to the glimpse of a red handprint under his robe, then to his eyes. "Only if I can kiss yours better too."
Nik smiled and placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth. Slowly, he pulled at the ties of her robe, until it hung open at her chest. He sat up against the wall and patted his thighs. "C'mere."
Gwen huffed out a little laugh, then carefully swung her leg over his. She settled in, sitting high on his thighs. Though she held the fabric around her closed with both her hands.
Nik gingerly grabbed her wrist that was placed higher, bringing it to his lips. "I really could sit and watch you for hours." He kissed her palm. "Run my hands across every inch of you." He grabbed her other hand and did the same.
She leaned in and captured his mouth. Lacing her delicate fingers through his wonderfully rough ones, she pulled them close against her chest. "I could sit and touch you for hours if I knew you wouldn't get impatient." She sighed against his mouth.
As Nik opened his mouth to speak, Gwen took that as her moment to strike. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, indulging in what delighted her most - tasting him. Her tongue circled and swirled around his, almost teasingly. The lingering smell and taste of different alcohols, it was only heightening the thrill; it reminded her of their encounter earlier today. The bitterness on their tongues, the strange aroma of perfume, cologne, liquor, and a hint of generic soap. She wanted him and-
Oh god, I should be taking my time. I wanted this to be sweet. Tender. Something less brutish and rough. Gwen pulled away from him, the pang of guilt hitting her as she saw his face. He truly could sit and do this for hours. He wanted to.
She looked down at their joined hands. Keep yourself grounded. "I love you."
He beamed at her, lighting up the room with his smile. "I love you too."
She undid his robe, pulling it open and running his hands along his chest. She ducked her head and placed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. Another to his collarbone. One to his sternum. And finally, one to the pink handprint just above his nipple.
"I'm sorry I hit you."
Nik couldn't help but laugh. "No you're not!"
Gwen rolled her eyes and kissed the handprint again. "I'm sorry I hit you hard. "
He grabbed her chin and pulled her up to his level. "I accept." He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I ripped off your... thingy." He chuckled.
"You absolutely are not! That's why I hit you." She traced her fingertip around the mark, grinning.
"Well at least yours is in the shape of a heart." Nik mused. He pushed the robe off her shoulders, the fabric sliding down her arms and pooling at her elbows. He tried to suppress the groan that rose in the back of his throat, his hands instinctively going to her breasts.
Gwen watched his eyes grow dark and lusty, the way they always did. She could never understand how he always had the same reaction, he never looked disappointed, he never looked like he didn't want to just ravish her. And they've been doing this for years. But she couldn't blame him, she always wanted to put her hands and mouth all over him, she just hid it well when she needed to - something Nik had yet to master.
