And When We Speak (andwhenwespeak) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-29 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | andwhenwespeak, numb3rs, week 2: prompt 4 |
Numb3rs (Don/Nadine) [Week 2, Prompt #4]
Title: Dirty Pretty Thing
Author: andwhenwespeak
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 440
Summary: She has the filthiest mouth.
That's one of the things he likes best about Nadine, the contrast. She sneaks up on him, confuses him. This little blonde thing with the girlish voice who defense lawyers underestimate at their peril, who faces down criminals with a cold stare, who'll whisper the filthiest, dirtiest things in Don's ear in the most public of places.
Like in this restaurant tonight, where she keeps licking her fingers, her red, red mouth encircling each one in a crude miniature blow job, biting her fat bottom lip and smiling like a tiny, smug predator when Don can't stop staring.
"I'm so hot for you tonight," she says, not quite softly enough. "I can't wait, I'm so wet."
"Shhh," says Don, glancing around for form's sake but, really, he's too far gone to care.
"Can't wait," she says, quieter now, leaning closer to him. "I might have to go to the bathroom right now, I think, get myself off right here and now because I can't wait till we get home."
Don swallows, his mouth dry.
She doesn't take her eyes off him, so focused, intense, every word going straight to his dick. "Lock myself in a stall, and I'll have to not make a sound and," she smiles, "you know how hard that is for me. Fingers on my clit, and I'm thinking of you, Don, when I touch it, work it, thinking of your tongue and what you do when you eat me, up against the wall with my leg over your shoulder and I'm all over your face like you can't breathe but you just keep giving me more."
"More wine?" asks the waiter.
"Sure," Nadine replies, all sunny innocence but Don can't speak, he can't think. She's dangerous, this woman, she makes him lose control. And Don Eppes doesn't like to lose control. Mostly. Maybe. Perhaps.
"Thank you," she says, so polite, so buttoned-up, as she watches the waiter move away.
"Fuck myself on my fingers and I'm so hot because all I can think about is your cock inside me, Don." She takes a sip of wine, licks her lips. "Tie you to the bed so you can't touch me and I ride you so hard, so fucking hard, and you just take it, you take it all."
She stands, suddenly, and Don just sits there, he can't even move.
"Excuse me," she says, cute as pie, like butter wouldn't melt in that dirty sweet little mouth of hers. "I'm just going to the ladies room." And she walks off, swaying her hips, swinging her ass ever so slightly.
Don gestures to the waiter for the check.