As soon as Nikolaj had barged through the door, he started thinking with his dick and what little courage a glass of whiskey could supply. He stripped off his clothes and flung himself onto the bed, effectively landing on top of Gwen - all knees and elbows - with his face planted right against her stomach.
She'd already been entirely naked when he walked in, nothing but one of his ties and a small bundle of black rope. He didn't remember originally seeing that in her bag, so he was quite curious where she had that hidden.
"Oh good lord." She laughed, hard and loud, her head thrown back.
A very muffled, "I'm sorry" came from against her skin.
"Just get your elbow out of my thigh," she nudged him forcefully enough to get the offending appendage off of her. "Now come up here."
Nik forced himself up and crawled up to be face to face with her. "God you're so gorgeous."
She smiled and stroked his cheek. "What did you and Giles talk about?"
He raised a brow. "Is that really what you want to talk about?"
"No." She giggled girlishly and kissed him, it was soft and almost giddy. She held up his black tie in front of herself, "Now, your turn or mine?"
He huffed a little laugh. "I believe it's yours, Miss Christie."
"God, I hope our neighbors aren't anyone we know." She tried to gracefully sit up beside him but it ended up as more of a heave.
He smiled and sat up as well. "We can only hope." He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, taking the tie delicately from her hands.
Carefully, yet firmly, he tied the cloth across her eyes while being cautious not to get any of her hair caught in the knot. She smiled pleasantly and stayed still long enough for him to finish this task. But as soon as he was done, she produced the rope from beside her.
"Please." She spoke quietly, as if he could say no.
He kissed her cheek softly. "I love you so much."
She shuddered in response and sighed, her warm breath dancing across his face. "I love you too."
He plucked the rope from her grasp and examined it. Clearly new, though she must have been playing with it because the knot keeping it together was a little unpracticed. Black and silky, it had small bands of blue and red, with a hint of gold running through it. That minx had this custom made.
"When did you get this?" When he got nothing but a cheeky grin in response, he continued. "I quite like it. Maybe I'll pick something out next time."
He unwound the rope, letting the loose ends brush across her thighs. She sucked in a quiet breath, small goosebumps raising across her arms and legs. Slowly, he pushed himself up on his knees, being sure to keep Gwen steady as he did so. He grabbed her hand and ran the soft silk between her fingers, snaking it up her arms and across her broad shoulders. He tried to watch her face as often as he could, waiting for the little gasps of excitement or smiles pulled from her lips.
Gwen was obedient in staying still, though she couldn't entangling her fingers in it as he trailed it along her skin. She was enthralled by the anticipation, letting him take his time to tease her. God I just want his mouth all over me though. I want his fingers and his tongue inside me. I don't want to be patient while he has his fun - not that this isn't absolutely tantalizing for me, as well. I wouldn't be this patient if I were him, he would already be tied up and half-spent. I'd be a panting mess over top of him with one finger-
