Just might be an Angel Who: Nik and London When: Evening Where: The hallway on I Deck, London's room Warning: NSFW
London left Brooklyn to her own devices for the evening and decided to go exploring. When she returned however, she got lost and felt like a complete dork as she headed around the corner of the hallway in search of the room she and her sister had. Of course she'd feel even more embarrassed when upon turning this corner, she smashed right into tall, dark and broody. She'd dressed all cute that night, but she couldn't help but feel dorky for it now when she ended up on her butt and her dress flew up enough to flash her panties beneath it. "I'm sorry." she said immediately as she pulled the skirt down and reached over to pick up her purse.
Nik had decided to boycott any "family bonding" crap for the night, even if his parents had managed to quit their inane bickering for a half a second and shown up to dinner, Nik knew full well it would only end the same way lunch had and there was really only so much watching Slav sloppily stuff his face and listening to Gor's incessant bitching about how unfair it all was and so on and so forth that the young man could take in one twenty-four hour period -- And he sure as hell wasn't going to hold up in his room reading that stupid ass book, so after weighing the options, Nik decided exploration was the plan for the night as well.
He'd returned to the room just long enough to grab a jacket and then headed back out, rushing down the corridor in hopes of avoiding any siblings that might be returning to their respective rooms, or worse, his parents. He was in such a rush that he wasn't exactly paying attention as he turned the corner and slammed into the person coming around the other way. The very beautiful, very female and tiny person that went down rather unceremoniously onto her rear while Nik barely wobbled. Not. Good. The little glimpse of panties, however, well, he was a guy after all. He tried not to be obvious about the fact he'd noticed though. Ever the gentleman. "No, no... I'm sorry. Not looking and going way too damn fast..." Nik stated matter of factly, offering his hand to help the young lady up. He blinked once she was on her feet again, she looked so familiar, he was sure he'd seen her somewhere before. And with her movie starlet like appearance, he was sure it was likely staring back from the TV screen and being unable to place her right away was already starting to bug the ever loving shit out of him. "Are you okay, Miss?" he could be polite when he wanted to.
He just had to be cute and tall and dark and handsome. Fine was more a word that described him. All those perfectly angled features in his face and those eyes and that mouth. Dear god. If she hadn't caught herself, London may have very well started fanning herself right there in the hallway. Taking the hand that was offered her, she got up from the floor and smoothed out her dress and her hair. "It was really my fault." she said. "I should have paid more attention to where my room was." she explained. Not that he'd asked, but there it was. "I'm fine though, thank you." she went on, giving him a little smile. "Guess that's one way of meeting people on this ship. Bumping into them."
It was really bothering him that he couldn't place her, so damn familiar, and beautiful, strikingly beautiful. Hot was likely more accurate, and was she ever working that dress. Nik was trying hard to focus on her face, while his brain was begging his eyes to travel South. Stupid brain. "How about we agree it was both our faults and try to be more mindful when coming around corners?" he offered, giving her a small half smile, which was far more of a smile than he'd cracked all day. "I guess that would be one way, a potentially painful way... but a way nonetheless..." God, where did he know her from?!
"Sounds like a plan." London said, the tiny smile widening into a grin as she offered out a hand. "London." she said. "London Devereaux." Maybe she'd get lucky and this guy wouldn't know who she was. Usually, nine times out of ten, when guys knew who she was, they wanted her, but for all the wrong reasons. Damn being famous.
And just like that, with the simple dropping of her name Nik knew exactly who she was, not that he was going to admit that he watched any of Mtv's crappy reality programming, yeah, no. "Nik..." he said, taking her hand and giving it a firm manly shake. "So, any relation to that Hudson Devereaux?" Oh yeah, smooth Nik, very smooth.
Figures he'd know who her Daddy was. Typical. But still, just because he knew her dad didn't mean he'd formed bad opinions of her. Maybe he hadn't seen any shows... or tabloids... or news reels... maybe. "Yeah." she said with a tiny little smile. "He's my father." she explained.
"You're in that one reality show, with your sister?" he pretended not to know full well, all he could think was that she certainly didn't seem like half the bitchface she appeared to be on tv. "I thought you looked familiar, like from a TV Guide cover or something..." he shrugged, nope, he didn't watch that shit.
"Yeah..." she said with a little nod and a sort of frown. Hopefully he didn't mean from the inside of a magazine with an article about how awful a person and such a bitch she was. That would suck. And dash her hopes of someone being hot and nice and actually not already having solid opinions of her. "Brooklyn." she explained. "My little sister. She's here too. Somewhere. Doing her own thing right now." Probably hunting down the broody blonde guy from the elevator.
"Brooklyn, right... she's the one that sings, right?" Nik hadn't bought her CD, he was more into rock than that over processed pop crap the industry kept churning out. Not that he hadn't seen her sing on the show, now that one screamed 'attention whore' to him, but what did he know? This one had seemed like she was a contender for Bitch of the Year and she was actually rather pleasant, or maybe she was just putting on a show, or in a particularly good mood. Didn't really matter, it wasn't as if a daughter of a rock star was going to find him all that enthralling. "There's no camera crews hiding in portholes taping this little exchange, are there?" he teased, smirking just a little bit.
London looked around and then finally let her eyes flick back to Nik. "Nope." she said. "Guess you got lucky and caught me on an off day with no paparazzi." Which hardly ever happened, but thankfully there didn't seem to be anyone around to snap pictures up her skirt. Hopefully the stupid people taking pictures weren't following Brooklyn around. That could only mean bad things that she'd have to clean up later. "But yeah, Brooklyn... she sings." London nodded.
"Good to know," he half smiled at the beautiful young woman. "And the rest of the family along for the sun and fun?" he asked, blinking at himself at the fact he was likely showing waaay too much interest in this girl when there was likely a big burly security team somewhere within earshot should she cry foul. "You don't have to answer that, I don't want to pry into things that are none of my business..."
Being famous made it easy for London to be used to people wanting to know their business. She was used to people prying into her life and usually she kept it to herself, but the question wasn't so out there and horrible that she didn't want to answer it. "No." she said. "Just me and Brooklyn. Figured we needed a little bit of a break. What about you?"
Diva's took vacations, huh, who knew? Although she still didn't seem overly Diva-ish, he kept expecting the facade of 'nice girl' to disappear and the fangs to come out, but it didn't look like they were going to. "Me? Forced family vacation of forced bonding. Pretty much why I was rushing through here so fast when I plowed into you... avoidance is tricky business..."
"Well maybe you should thank your family." she teased, giving him a teasing little grin. "I mean if they didn't force you to come, you wouldn't be here, and if you weren't here, you wouldn't have gotten to see up my skirt for free." London joked. She wanted to see that little smile again and was hoping her joking would bring it about.
Oh she got the little smile, and the slight blush that accompanied it. He was so busted, thankfully she seemed unfussed by it, which was good, he would have expected having his ass handed to him if she reacted remotely like she tended to on TV. "Definitely a perk for showing up," he chuckled, brushing his hand over his forehead absently. "So, you mentioned something about losing your room... are you in need of help to find it? I'm fairly good at tracking down run away rooms..." he teased, being uncharacteristically warm and easy going around her.
If that wasn't the cutest thing she'd ever seen, London didn't know what was. The smile was awesome, but the blush? The blush was just the icing on the cake. So adorable! She grinned at him and bit her lower lip, letting her teeth graze lightly over her bottom lip as it released. Giving him her room number, she shrugged. "I don't know how I lost it." she said. "I mean how hard can it be to find?"
Nik felt a bit like a gigantic doof, he wasn't really used to smiling outside of work, and even then, it was something forced, but here he was with reality TV's 'biggest bitch' as the TV Guide had dubbed her - and he was genuinely smiling and enjoying the simple art of random conversation. Weird, but kind of cool. And when she did that little lip bite, that pretty much shifted gears in his brain and traveled on down south. He was gonna have to watch his step with this one, that was for sure. "Well, how about we see if we can't just track it down? I'm guessing if we head back in the direction you came from... we may be able to corner it and keep it from escaping again..." No matter how their little room seeking expedition played out, he knew he'd be thinking about that mouth of hers once he was back in his own bunk for the night.
London nodded and gave him a smile before following after him in the direction she'd come from initially. "Thank you." she said after a moment. "For helping me find it. Usually I'm a little better at figuring out where things are, but obviously I wasn't paying attention when they showed me to the damn thing earlier. Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll flash you my panties again." she teased, giving him a little wink.
"Not a problem, really..." Nik smiled back over his shoulder, offering his arm, waiting for her to catch up with him before starting once again down the hallway. Nik blinked and again turned about sixteen shades of red at the panty flashing comment. "Why do I get the feeling your middle name is Trouble?" he smirked, shaking his head just a little bit, trying not to let himself get the picture of that flash of panties from moments before back into his mind's eye, failing rather miserably, he couldn't really be blamed, he was only a guy after all.
Catching up with him and slipping her arm through his, she smirked a little at the flush that drifted over his face. "Because maybe it is?" she teased. "But I kinda get the feeling that you like it." London flirted. God she'd really have to tell Brooklyn about all this. About the tall, dark and handsome guy that she'd randomly smashed into. Okay, so maybe she'd leave that part out.
She was right, he did like it, most definitely... not that he was going to be admitting that any time soon, not even to himself for that matter. "Maaybe..." and that was all he'd admit, completely noncommittal. It didn't take all that long to find her room, sadly, it was a big boat but not that big. At least he had her room number and knew exactly where it was so he could maybe just happen by... totally by pure random happenstance, of course. "Looks like we found your missing room... they always seem to return right back where we left them it would seem..." he teased, smirking. "Is the lady of further assistance?" he asked, wondering just how serious she was about that whole flashing of panties bit she'd mentioned earlier, even though he totally shouldn't have been.
London wasn't happy that her room was so damn easy to find. Why couldn't it have been on the other damn end of the boat, down some stairs, up an elevator, down a pipe, into the ocean... some fucking where else. Leaning back against the door, she shrugged a little. "Depends on if you're in a hurry to get back to family bonding type things." she said. "You don't have to rush off, ya know?"
"No rush... seriously, no rush for that, at all." He furrowed his brow a little at the thought, there was definitely no rush to return to the awkward dysfunction of the Jones clan. He was quite sure he'd be getting an earful from his mother at breakfast tomorrow, but he really didn't care. He had acquired a well honed skill for tuning her caterwauling out. "So, if I'm not rushing off... what's the plan? Another adventure in room seeking perhaps?"
"Or an adventure in bedroom seeking." London shrugged, pulling her keycard out of her purse and opening the door. She didn't give him a choice in whether he wanted to follow, as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and all but dragged him into the suite she shared with her sister. Once inside, she shut the door and found no sign of Brooklyn so onto her room she went, swaying her hips in a way she was certain would get him to follow.
Nik blinked at her, trying very hard not to let his jaw drop at her rather hot and forward suggestion, before he could even respond she was tugging him inside her cabin by his shirt. If this was a dream, Nik was truly in no hurry to wake up. He kind of stood there for half a second, just watching her, eyes locking on that sexy little hip sway as she walked. Nik swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in his throat and followed her into her room with no clue what she had in mind for them to be doing in there, but whatever it was... he was so up for it.
London wasn't sure what she was doing. She wasn't sure what was fueling her to be so forward, especially knowing that she probably wouldn't go all the way with him. Giving up her virginity in a boat cabin was not going to be happening, but that didn't mean that she couldn't make out with him for the next hour and a half, right? Upon reaching her room, she slipped off her heels and sat her purse aside, eyes flicking to his over her shoulder as she reached up to unzip her dress. "Could you help me with this?" she asked him, biting her lower lip.
Nik just stood there kind of dumbfounded for a moment, was this really happening? Was he really standing in the bedroom of this beautiful, young, famous hottie girl, and was she seriously asking him to help her with the zipper of her dress? He was tempted to pinch himself, this shit just didn't happen to him, it must be a dream, a really fucking good dream that he really did not wish to wake up from any time soon. Nik absently licked his lips and nodded in response to her question, taking a deep shaky breath he stepped forward and reached a hand up to drag the zipper down slowly - hoping to God his hand wasn't shaking even remotely.
She could hear the shakiness in his voice, even in the simple breath that he took. He was nervous. Even if she couldn't have heard it in his voice, she most certainly could see it on his face and London gave him a little smile as he pulled the zipper down. "Thank you." she said and then, as if she did this sort of thing all the time, she slid the dress off and stepped out of in, picking it up from the floor and moving to hang it up on the 'already worn' side of her closet. She didn't care if she was in her underwear, they were cute enough to be seen and she doubted that Nik was annoyed by them. "You're staring at my ass." she told him, not turning to face him. She knew he was probably looking there, but really, she didn't care. The attention was nice.
He totally was staring at her ass, how could he not? It was a great ass, attached to a great set of gams and then there were the breasts... dear God the breasts. She was absolute perfection as far as Nik was concerned, and if she didn't mind him starting, he sure as hell was gonna do it, he'd be crazy not to. Of course, then she called him on it and his cheeks flushed slightly and he casually ran a hand through his hair as he glanced toward the bed and then back over at her, thinking about her and the bed was probably not the best idea at the moment lest he end up showing just how hot he though she was and how much he'd like to get her into that big soft looking bed of hers. "Little bit... maybe..." he admitted. "I could step back out in the other room if you want..?"
London turned again to face him fully when he said he could move out into the other room. She liked the honesty about staring at her, and the gentlemanly little offer, but she didn't want him to leave, nor did she mind the eyes she felt on her body. "I didn't say I was complaining about it." she pointed out as she took the few steps back over to him and made sure to get as close as she could without touching the boy. She could feel the soft, warm feeling that seemed to pool between her thighs upon just looking at Nik and she gave him another little smile. "Do you want to go back out in the other room?" she asked him, tilting her head a bit so she could look up at him through dark lashes. "I wouldn't want to keep you somewhere you don't want to be."
It was quickly growing apparent that this girl was trying to kill him, but oh sweet dancing Jesus on a cracker, what a way to go. And when she stepped into his personal space like that... he damn near almost did. "Did I say I wanted to be somewhere else?" he asked, letting his eyes freely take a good long look at her, rather enjoying the view of her perky breasts pushed up on display in that bra of hers. "Just trying to be a gentleman, but I could stop trying, if you'd like?"
She was playing by ear really, reading him and his movements, his shifts in where his eyes looked, the way his posture changed. She knew he wanted her and there was a power that she possessed in knowing that. She knew that he was a fragile sort of plaything in the palm of her had like so many other boys who liked her for the way she looked. She liked him for the way he looked and because he'd been so nice to her, but given the fact that she was in her underwear there before him, he probably thought she was a slut the way the rest of the world did.
Every magazine this side of the Mississippi painted a picture of London that couldn't have been more untrue. Despite the claims of who had slept with her and how many times, not a single one was true, but she wasn't sure that Nik even knew that. He probably thought she'd put out and the way she was acting, she really couldn't blame him. She was acting like a slut because that was the way to get things done. If she looked worse, Brooklyn could stay out of the spotlight of badness and London could take that sacrifice. This would only help further that persona.
"Being a gentleman never gets anyone anywhere." she murmured. "It is sweet that you're trying to be one though." she smiled.
Nik knew the girl had a reputation, every rag magazine on the newsstand had her's or her sister's face on it with some crude headline or another, not that he ever bothered to pick up one and read the contents of said magazines, those things weren't worth the cost of the paper they were printed on as far as he was concerned. However, from the way she acted on the 'reality' show, the girl seemed to get around, of course, the cameras were never allowed into the bedroom when a male guest was dragged in - so what actually took place once the cameras were turned off was really anyone's guess.
For all the crazy dysfunction in Nik's family, it had taught him how to read people, and while her mouth and that body of hers was saying one thing, Nik wasn't so sure about what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. After all, they'd just met, was she really trying to get him into bed, or was it all some big show, maybe it was just to tease him - and while he wanted to take the bait, badly, part of him just felt really uneasy about the whole thing.
"I'm a lot of things, Miss Devereaux, sweet isn't one of them." he responded, cocking his head to the side. "And I'm not some rich girl's play thing either... the flirting was cute, nice even... but I'm not so sure what it is you're playing at now. I could be a pig and not care and go with it... but I get the feeling I'm getting played here and I don't think I like it..."
The more he talked about being her 'play thing', the more London's face fell. What are you doing? she kept asking herself, the words on infinite repeat in her head. He wasn't like the boys she had back home that would just let her play with them as long as she wanted just for the ability to say that they'd had her for a little while. The ability to brag that they'd been where they really hadn't been. Nik though didn't want to be played and she supposed that was what she was doing. Giving him a little bit, but not nearly as much as he might have wanted. It wasn't fair, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry..." she said softly, biting her bottom lip and looking down at the floor between them for the briefest of moments. Backing away from him, she went for her dresser and grabbed a pair of pajama pants, pink ones with little hearts on them and a tank top that matched and quickly pulled them on. "I don't mean for you to think I'm playing with you... that really isn't what I want to do..." she mumbled. "I don't even know what I want to do. You probably think I'm just some rich bitch that wants to dangle herself in front of you and then toss you out as soon as I'm sated..." she sighed.
Nik just watched her closely, he felt a little bad when she cast her eyes downward, obviously he'd hit a nerve. As much as he felt bad, he likely would have felt worse had he let things progress in the direction they seemed to be headed and he frankly had enough things in his life to feel shitty about. "No harm, no foul." he shrugged. "In all honesty, I'm not sure what to think about you, Miss Devereaux, I know the girl I met in the hall was sweet, flirty and incredibly sexy... and while the temptress thing is hot and all, I think I prefer the girl from the hall to the sex kitten... just sayin'."
London nodded a little bit, agreeing with what he had to say. "I've got a lot of faces I guess. It happens when the universe thinks that they know everything about you and they're constantly watching. Everyone wants you to be something else and you start to forget who you really are." she admitted. Her face flushed a little as she looked up at him again. She hadn't really meant to say all of that, but it was out now and there wasn't much she could do to take it back now that it'd been heard. "You think I'm sweet though?" she asked. "When I act like myself...?"
"Fronts are all well and good when the cameras are rolling, but there are no cameras here, just me, a regular Joe shmo - and I'm not really the kind of guy that you need to be putting on a show for." he told her, giving her a pointed look. "And yes, when you're not pretending to be an oversexed primadonna, you're quite sweet and dare I say it, likable." he smiled, so he may have given away the fact that he caught a few episodes of her show with the confrontation, but it didn't really matter that much. "Just be yourself, London, the real you is much more attractive than the fake."
She nodded a little bit at that. "I'm not an oversexed primadonna..." she shrugged. "Far from it actually. I doubt you'd believe that, but whatever. Fine. I'll be myself." London said, moving to settle on the edge of the bed and letting her eyes roam over the boy again. "You probably think that I'm just playing with you, don't you?"
"In all honesty, I don't know. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, get proven wrong an awful lot, but somehow I hold out idiotic hope to be proven right." he shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, trying not to let his eyes linger on her too much, especially after the whole mini lecture he'd given her. Guy or not, he didn't wanna be a complete hypocrite. "I don't know you, I tend to try and hold off on forming solid opinions of people with little to go on."
London let out a little breath and lifted a hand to pat the bed beside her. "I'm not going to rape you." she assured him. "I honestly probably wouldn't even know what to do if I tried." And though she hadn't admitted virginity really, she'd pretty much come out and said that she was without using the specific word. "I like that about you. That you'll wait and see who I am and not form judgments about me just because of what's on tv or in the magazines."
Nik slightly raised a brow at her patting the bed beside her, but figured it was safe to take a seat, he'd set the boundaries and he was going to keep to his word about giving her the benefit of the doubt that she'd respect them. He walked over and took a seat, looking over at her, smirking just a little at the admission that she was a virgin, implied of course, but he was a smart boy. "I think raping me would take some doing, you're a dainty little thing, I'm not worried..." he smirked, not drawing attention to her little admission. "That's what you like about me? Not my oh so charming personality?" he teased, winking at the girl.
"I am not dainty." London said with a tiny little giggle. "I could if I wanted... maybe... okay, no, probably not, but I could put up a pretty good fight, thank you very much. And maybe I like your personality a little too. Just a smidgen though." She couldn't give him too much of an ego boost. Boys just took that sort of thing and ran with it.
"Oh I'm sure you're quite the little tigress when push comes to shove, no illusions you're easy to handle, at all." he smirked. "I still stand by Trouble being your middle name, just so we're clear." he added with a pointed look. "Thanks, I think... so... is this the part where there's awkward silence that comes after the whole pseudo seduction thing...? If so, think we could skip that and maybe move on to whatever comes after that?"
London smiled at him, a little flush covering her cheeks. "I'm not really sure what comes after that..." she admitted. "Honestly I can't believe I just... dragged you here, nor can I believe that I'm letting you see me in my pajamas either... especially very nonsexy pajamas. So losing cool points, huh?" she asked him. She still wasn't sure why he'd stayed, yet he was still there, smirking like he was and perhaps flirting a little?
It could probably be considered flirting, not that Nik was an expert in such things, but it wasn't such a hard thing to do now was it? "Digging the little pink hearts, very... cutesy..." he teased lightly. "Actually, I'd say you gained cool points for proving you're a real girl... not all guys are into black lace and g-strings... okay, that's a lie, but not all the time..." He wasn't entirely sure why she'd wanted him there, he wasn't anything special, just a high school drop out/struggling musician/waiter... a girl like London he'd think would set her sights a bit higher, even just for innocent company.
She chuckled a little and shrugged. "I am a real girl though." she pointed out. "This nose, totally mine. As is my butt, lips and boobs too. You should know though, you've stared at them all a couple times tonight." she teased, giving him a little wink and reaching over to lightly shove him. "I'd say you could feel for yourself, but you don't seem to be taking well to my advances." London smirked.
Nik's cheeks flushed again, and he laughed, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forehead, his slight nervousness showing again. "Hey, I'm a guy... put them on such fine display, can you really blame me?" he asked pointedly. "I'm trying to be a good guy here, only so much... stimulation a guy can handle before giving in... just so you know." he told her, smirking right back.
"Stimulation?" she asked, arching a brow and feeling her body heat up a little at that one simple word. "You find me stimulating? Really?" London questioned him, reaching over to let her fingertips walk along his thigh and then up over his stomach and chest to his neck where she finally allowed her fingers to rest. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
And she was trying to kill him again, Nik swallowed the lump forming in his throat and gave her a bit of a warning look. Had he not just told her there was only so much that a guy could take before the gentleman left the building? He was sure he had and then her fingertips were moving over areas of his body obviously wired right to his dick, cause each touch sent a wave right through him and right on down south. "You tell me," he all but growled, his hands coming up to capture her face as his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was anything but soft and gentle.
She might be a virgin, but she most certainly wasn't stupid. She knew how to play and she knew where to touch and what to do to drive a man completely out of his mind. She'd done a few things in her time on the planet to know what things worked and what things didn't. Just because the deal had never been sealed didn't mean a damn bit of anything when it came to London Devereaux. When he said those three little words and caught her mouth in a kiss with enough force to send every ounce of liquid in her body rushing in a southern direction, her eyes closed and practically rolled back in her head. That was a kiss if she'd ever felt one. Rough, but it didn't matter because that was what she wanted. The little murmur of a sound that left her lips said as much and she let her hand at his neck shift back into his hair, clutching at the short strands.
She definitely knew how to drive a guy wild, that was for damn sure and damn if the girl couldn't kiss just as skilled as she was with her powers of seduction. Nik frankly didn't care anymore if she was using him as a plaything, especially if he got to second base, it would be farther than he'd gotten before. Nik himself wasn't exactly seasoned, not that he was going to be admitting that ever. The little noise of approval was all he needed to attempt to go to the next level, his hands slipping around her tiny waist, sliding down to grip her firm ass, pulling her off the bed and onto his lap as he continued kissing that perfect mouth for all he was worth.
For someone that had at one point been trying to be a gentleman, London definitely appreciated his change of heart. She gasped a little when he gripped her backside and pulled her into his lap and upon taking up residence in said lap, she pressed her hips down against his. She went right back to kissing him as if the positions had never shifted, but inside her brain was running wild. He could just move her around like she was nothing and that was one of the most attractive thigns she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Letting her lips trail away from his mouth, she moved them to his neck, lightly kissing the soft, warm skin that she found there.
There was still a gentleman in there, somewhere, of course where he had gone off to for the moment was anyone's guess really. And when she pressed her hips against his like that, well, if the gentleman hadn't already left the room he most certainly would have vacated at that moment. He squeezed her ass and let out a low groan at the friction against his jeans, Christ it felt good. After a moment, his hands moved from her ass, up under the hem of her tank top, calloused fingers trailing up the warm soft skin of her sides, stopping just at the line of where her bra ended. His eyes closed and his breath shallow as she trailed those sweet kisses to his neck.
The texture of his fingertips was different from her own. The roughness of the feel, but the gentleness of his movements such a contrast. Touching herself would never surpass the way it felt to have someone else touch her. She could feel him through his jeans, hard and needing and all because of her and her ego seemed to swell up inside of her. Her lips played at his neck for a brief few moments and then shifted again to slide up and over his cheek to capture his lips once again. A little pleased sound escaping her as she rolled her hips against his again and with all the force she could muster, she slid her hands to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed.
Another low groan escaped his lips, muffled by the crash of her mouth on his. She very clearly was trying to kill him, or make him explode in his pants rolling her hips against him like that. The small part of the brain attached to his shoulders told him this was getting too heated and he should try and take it down a peg or two, but being male, that little voice was quickly tuned out by the brain located in his boxer briefs as he moved his hips up against hers, his hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbs dragging over the fabric covering her nipples, causing a grunt to catch at the back of his throat. The fabric barriers were quickly becoming problematic on many fronts, between the tightness beneath the zipper of his jeans and the fabric barring him from feeling her warm soft flesh, Nik felt like he was going to die if something didn't give, and soon.
Once his back was against the bed, London wasn't sure what to do next. She could feel his hands against her chest and then his thumbs over her nipples and it was instant arousal for her. She could feel the tightening of the tiny buds despite the fabric that separated his skin from hers. She wanted skin against skin, him against her but the fact remained that she was also a bit terrified to get what she wanted. She let out a little whimper and goosebumps seemed to rise on her skin as she pulled her mouth from his to catch a desperately needed breath. "I never thought something could feel as good as your hands feel on me..." she whispered against his lips, eyes opening, blue, piercing pools latching on his much darker eyes.
Nik's brain damn near spilled out his ear at the sound of that little whimper, and when she pulled her mouth away from his he let out a gasp of protest, in spite of the fact that he too needed the intake of air. He stared up at her in lustful awe, hands still firmly planted against her breasts for the moment. "They're in no hurry to stop touching you..." he whispered back, letting his hands move back down her sides to grip the hem of her top, his eyes seeking her's for permission to at least remove one barrier between them.
There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes, fear even, confusion for the briefest flicker of a second, but London lifted her arms, allowing Nik to remove the shirt she had on and expose her body to his yet again. He'd already seen that much of her, there was no reason to hide it from him now. She wanted him to want to see her, touch her, taste her even. In all honesty, she'd let him go pretty far if he was willing too, perhaps just to stop him shy of going all the way. "Good..." she whispered once the article of clothing was removed and tossed aside. Reaching out to take his hands, she slid them up over her stomach and to her breasts again. "I don't want you to stop touching me until I say so..."
That look of hers did not escape Nik's notice, he'd expect that sort of thing after her all but admitting she was a virgin, and in his information processing brain, he knew it was highly unlikely that she'd be giving up her virginity to him. Why would she? He was just some random no one, good for some fun kicks, fun to tease, he wasn't about to fool himself into thinking it was anymore than that. In the end it wasn't a horrible way to be spending an evening, laying hands on a beautiful girl, having her grind against him in a tormenting fashion. He smirked at her, gripping her breasts firmly yet still gently. "Yes, ma'am..." he breathed, thumbs again teasing the taut nubs through the fabric as he leaned up, giving her lower lip a light nip.
There was a gasping sound that left her when he let his thumbs graze over her nipples again and she pressed her chest into the touch. When his teeth found her lower lip, she leaned her head back just enough to cause him to tug her lower lip a bit. That sent a feeling of fire rushing between her thighs and she was certain that her pajama pants were probably getting damp. How could she not be turned right the hell on with all the things he was doing to her? The way he touched her and the sound of his voice, hoarse from his arousal. "Do you do this with all the girls?" she whispered, hoping that if he did, he'd lie to her. "Or am I just a special case?"
Nik could honestly say this wasn't a normal happenstance, or that it had ever happened to him like this before. Sure he'd had a few girlfriends, but he was usually so temperamental over things with his family situation that things had never had the chance to progress to the serious make out stage, so this was all new to him. His breaths were becoming more rough and jagged with each moment, and the heat along with the friction against his jeans was damn near unbearable. "Oh... you're definitely a special case..." he said, all but growling again before recapturing that sweet mouth of hers again, letting his hands slide up the line of her chest to her shoulders, sliding his fingers under the straps of her bra to push them down.
She couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but she chose to pretend that he wasn't. She wanted to be a special case, wanted to be one of those girls that just drew in boys that actually were worth her time. Wanted to be the reason that his body got sweaty in the middle of the night and he woke up with a fever he couldn't seem to break because his dreams were so filled with dirty thoughts of her. He let him slide the straps of her bra down and reached behind herself to undo the hooks, flicking her head to move her hair over her shoulder as she did so. If he wanted to see her body, she'd allow him that much. Not without a price however, eventually she'd want to see his of course. Hooks undone, she gave him the tiniest little smirk of a smile and allowed him to do what he would with the bra.
Goddamn if that wasn't an absolutely glorious sight to behold. The girl was beautiful perfection, all Nik could do for a couple moments was stare in awe of it. She would most definitely be the fuel for what he was sure would be a long night of rubbing out far more than one, he'd be lucky if he slept at all with all those thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. She was far too much perfection for a average slob like him to be laying hands on, he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she'd let him get this far, he was sure the other shoe would drop at any second and his working class ass would be tossed right out the door and that would be the end of that. He hoped not, of course, but he was a realist. He let out a shuddered breath, his brain finally clicked back to the then and there and he went about divesting her of that bothersome bra, tossing it aside, biting his lower lip as he let his hands move back to cup those beautiful breasts of hers, a small almost strangled noise emanating from the back of his throat as he let his thumbs move over the soft warm pink flesh of her nipples. If things got any hotter, he was definitely going to end up coming in his jeans.
London shuddered at the feel of his hands connecting with bare skin. The warmth of him cupping her breasts, fingertips against her nipples and the look on his face and then those sounds that he kept making repeating over and over in her head. Things were definitely heating up pretty quickly and her brain kept telling her that she should be behaving herself and telling him to slow down, but her body put an end to those pesky thoughts. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to keep going, damn it. "Do... you like what you see?" she whispered, her voice shaky and nervous sounding, though she hoped it wasn't too obvious that she felt the need to be reassured. Biting her lower lip, she awaited his answer, blue eyes locked on his.
"God, yes..." he whispered, his own voice shaky. "So beautiful..." he assured her, and he meant it, it was almost painful to look at her she was so fucking perfect. He let his hands linger at her chest for just a moment longer before sliding them back down her sides and around her tiny waist, pulling her to him and rolling them over in one swift motion so that he was on top of her. He studied her expression again, just to make sure he wasn't going farther than she was comfortable with, and that took more self control than he even knew he had, everything in him wanted to ravage the girl and then some like some wild animal, but he somehow managed to keep a rein on himself - though he wasn't sure how long he could control himself.
She let out a surprised gasp when he pulled her close and rolled her over only to be above her. London's eyes were on his face, lips parted as she watched him closely, wondering just how far he really wanted to go. Should she just come out with it and let him know that she was a virgin? She hadn't spelled it out before and he probably wasn't even completely sure, she had tried her best to seduce him after all. "I..." she began, biting her lower lip briefly before leaning up to catch his lips with her own. Sliding her legs upwards along his thigh and up to rest above the curve of his hips. "I've never done this before..." she admitted.
He'd figured that out from what she'd said before, but damn, for a virgin, she sure as fuck knew what to do with her body to get his to react strongly. "I know..." he breathed, another grunt catching as she moved her legs up and the friction between his own legs again sent a shockwave of pleasure and frustration to his fevered brain. He wanted her, he wanted her bad and it would probably be all too easy to be a dog and ignore the fact that she was a virgin and just go for it without a second thought -- But, Nik just wasn't wired that way, as much as his throbbing cock would say otherwise. "If you want to stop... you really need to tell me now." he told her, hoping against hope she wouldn't want to, but the logical side of his brain was telling him this wasn't gonna happen tonight.