Nicholas 'Nick' Choi (stadion) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-02-15 13:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [02] february, lalita singh, nick choi |
Who: Nick Choi and Lita Singh
Where: Lita's grand Valentine's/Birthday get away for Nick - Chicago, IL
What: Lita and Nick have a weekend away for his birthday/valentine's day. (NSFW)
When: February 5th, 2020 - late evening
Lita looked out over the Chicago river to the twinkling lights of the city from the balcony of her and Nick’s riverfront hotel suite at The Langham. Wrapped in a luxurious, complimentary robe, Lita stared out at the city and sighed happily. So many elements of this spontaneous getaway seemed impossible and yet, here they were. Lita wasn’t sure what component of the trip was most surprising to her: the fact that she’d reclaimed some semblance of her pre-outbreak lifestyle, the relative ease of travel beyond Austin limits, or that she’d found someone that made the rigmarole of planning the whole thing totally and completely worth it. Lita glanced through the glass balcony doors to Nick on the bed, wearing his matching robe. Despite the Thistle Do fuck up ruining the reveal, springing the trip on him had gone over remarkably well. At least, it had so far. Lita knew she had sort of copied what Nick had already done for her on New Year’s but what she lacked in originality, Lita hoped to make up for in opulence. She would never admit to Nick how much agonizing she’d done in deciding to surprise him and hopefully he’d never realize how worried she’d been that he’d think it was stupid and derivative. She wasn’t well versed in relationship stuff but knowing how special and nice it felt when Nick had gone out of his way to plan New Year’s for her, Lita was only too happy to try and return the favor for his birthday and Valentine’s Day. From beyond the open balcony doors, Lita heard a soft knock at their door of their suite. “Room service,” she called gleefully to Nick, rubbing her hands together with anticipation. Despite lavish hotel stays and room service being pretty much par for the course for Lita before the outbreak, the novelty of having such options had returned to her in full force and she was delighted to be able to indulge once again. Years of living with the threat of biological warfare and having to avoiding being gnawed on by shufflers while eating cold spaghettios out of the can for two meals a day had a way of making you appreciate both the big and little things in life. Like champagne. “Do you think two bottles is enough?” Lita tipped the hotel attendant generously before sending him on his way. She pulled the cart into the room and surveyed the contents. In addition to the bubbly, she’d taken the liberty to order a few select appetizers and desserts to pick at when if they felt peckish. Foregoing the crystal flutes, Lita popped the cork off the first bottle, sidled over to the bed, and held it out to Nick. “If you think we’ll need more, the guy probably hasn’t gotten to the elevator yet, I could call after him to bring up another one.” To say that Nick’s head was still reeling a little bit from all of this would have been an extreme understatement. After the flower mix up was sorted out, he was both pleased and shocked that Lita had planned a whole weekend get away in honor of his birthday and Valentine’s day. Though admittedly the shock probably was due in large part to the fact they flew on a literal airplane and landed in a city that seemed so untouched by the outbreak. Granted he knew it wasn’t, nowhere had been entirely untouched. But Chicago seemed very much like the Chicago he used to visit when he was younger. The hotel was amazing, the complimentary robes were amazing and lastly Lita was and would forever be amazing. She had done all of this for him, for his birthday, and, well, for Valentine’s. But also his birthday and Nick had never in his life had a girlfriend do that for him. He supposed he also hadn’t ever had one who could afford something like this, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Lita made more money than him, that was never a secret and he wasn’t going to let ego step in and let him feel weird about that. It wasn’t a contest. He didn’t need to make more money to prove anything to Lita. She liked him the way he was, after all if she didn’t he wouldn’t be here, right? “Babe, I think two bottles is more than enough,” Nick paused a beat as he looped an arm around Lita and pulled her into his lap. “Unless you’ve got grand plans to get me drunk as hell on my thirtieth birthday?” He leaned in and began leaving feather light kisses along Lita’s neck until he reached her ear. “And if those are your plans, you know I’m not any use to you if I’m passed out.” Nick added in a low tone as a wicked grin toyed at the edges of his mouth and his free hand played with the belt of Lita’s robe. “Oh no, we can’t have that,” Lita said, her smirk mirroring Nick’s despite not being able to see it. She felt the smile in his kiss, pressed against the sensitive skin behind her ear; Lita shivered at the sensation. He paused for a moment, allowing Lita to take an impressive (though slightly inelegant) swig of champagne. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Two bottles is plenty for everything I want to do.” With his smirk still in place he pulled back just enough to look Lita in the eye as he added. “Wait, do I get to ask what you have planned for me on this trip?” “Sure you can ask,” Lita said, holding the bottle so Nick could take a drink. After a healthy gulp or two, she moved only far enough to set the champagne on the bedside table before settling back into Nick’s lap. She threw a lazy arm over his shoulders and pointed to her neck with a pout. Just because they were having a discussion didn’t mean Nick needed to stop working that magic mouth of his. “To be fair, a lot of the activities I had planned didn’t mean leaving the suite,” Lita said, letting out a sigh of contentment as Nick resumed kissing her throat. “Besides all the amazing, embarrassingly loud sex we’re going to have, I thought about maybe getting us a couple’s massage. But, if I’m being honest, I feel like it might be a let down for me because we both know you give the best rubdowns. Still, might be nice for you, though.” She hummed; it was hard to think of all her well thought out plans with Nick’s hot breath against her skin. “Made reservations at a nice place downtown for dinner tomorrow. As much as I am totally for never leaving this room, I thought it might be nice to see the sights a bit. I did a lot of traveling in my youth but I’ve never been to Chicago before.” At first the only noise Nick made to indicate he had continued to listen, even while his mouth had been occupied elsewhere, was a muffled “Mhm,” as if he were considering the options she had listed. Of course he was a big fan of her idea for their hotel room escapades, and showing her off around Chicago was an idea he liked quite a bit, who wouldn’t want Lita on their arm after all? But when she mentioned that she had never been to Chicago before, that’s when Nick pulled back and looked her in the eye. “Are you serious?” He questioned, taking a beat before he added. “I mean about not having ever been here?” Nick’s mind was racing with all the places and things they could see while in Chicago. Both touristy and also the things tucked out of the way that only locals or people who’d been there more than once could say they’d found. Though, and it was a depressing though, Nick wasn’t certain how many of those hole in the wall, out of the way places still existed. Maybe he would ask someone on staff about a couple of the places, just so he wasn’t hauling Lita all over Chicago to places that weren’t there any longer. “Of course I’m being serious, Nicholas,” Lita replied, her amusement breaking through the snootiness of the statement. “You and I both know that I would never admit to not being an expert in something unless I thought it would work out in my favor.” “That is a fair point,” Nick replied with a smirk and after a moment of him strolling down memory lane in his mind, Nick focused back in on the conversation at hand. “So you’re saying you’ve never been to Navy Pier, or the Bean?” He paused. “Or the Skydeck?” While he was not going to disrupt her plans for them, because they were damn good plans, he was not certain that he wanted to make time for them to see at least one of these places before they flew back to their lives in Austin. Lita listened attentively as Nick rattled off more and more places he could take her. The pride and excitement he felt in showing her a city she’d never seen before was extremely evident; Lita found it endearing. “Nope, never been,” Lita affirmed, her fingertips winding their way into his short hair. “Which is why you are going to take me to all those places tomorrow.” “Yes ma’am,” the words came out around a contented noise as Lita’s fingers wound their way into his hair. Nick wondered, albeit briefly, if there would ever be a time when her touch lost its sway over him? He didn’t think so -- actually he hoped it wouldn’t -- he wanted to feel this spark and desire for her for the rest of his life. Lita didn’t mind that her tentative plans for the following day had been ousted in favor of letting Nick take the lead. She liked that Nick had some knowledge about the city and, if she was being honest with herself, it lightened the load Lita had been carrying about making the whole weekend “perfect” for them. “This trip is shaping up to be a lot of ‘firsts’ for me,” Lita mused, her hand dropping from Nick’s hair to inch under the neckline of his robe. She ran her hand over his chest, tracing lazy patterns on the hard, flat muscle of his pectorals. She leaned in and began to kiss the length of his jawline. “First time planning a trip for someone. First time in Chicago.” Her lowered her voice just above a whisper. “First time having sex on an airplane,” she said with a throaty chuckle. Calling back to his thought from moments earlier Nick hummed a ‘mhmm’ as her finger grazed over his skin, her nails dragging against it lightly, but just enough to send a jolt down his spine and awaken parts of him that had been otherwise dormant until just now. Instead of chiming in though, he let her continue talking and soaked in her touch like a cat who craved attention and affection. It wasn’t as if she had planned to join the mile-high club. One minute, they were looking out the airplane window, watching as they crossed the border between Texas and Oklahoma. The next minute, Lita had her hand on Nick’s thigh and she was whispering in his ear to meet her in the bathroom. He had taken her, hard and hot, over the tiny, utilitarian sink, 36,000 feet above the earth. Lita’s lip was still swollen from where she’d bit it to keep quiet as she came. She ran her tongue over the tender spot of her mouth, the memory of what they’d done fueling the already warm ache between her thighs. “Next time we take a trip together we’ll be total pros,” she said, her lips finding his. “At sex on an airplane?” Nick asked with a wicked grin and a glint in his dark eyes. While he had never really thought of himself as the dude who was going to join the mile high club, part of him was pretty damn proud that that was something he could check off his bucket list. “Or trip planning in general?” He tacked on before he blurted out. “Did you see that flight attendant’s look when we came out? She totally knew what we’d just done,” He paused and leaned in to peck Lita on the lips. “Even if you showed amazing restraint in staying quiet,” there was a beat before he added. “Restraint that will absolutely be rewarded tonight, or right now, your choice.” “Hmm,” Lita said, tapping a finger to her lips as if she were actually contemplating choosing one time or the other. Lita knew Nick would be 100% up for giving her what she wanted now and still be raring to go for round three later so there was no need for her to decide. “I think the timing of this reward of mine will become abundantly clear soon enough. Also, for the record, I feel like that flight attendant should have acted a little less scandalized.” “We couldn’t have possibly been the first to do that on one of their flights,” Nick said in agreement as a wicked grin appeared. While it was clear that Lita had a schedule, one that he was jockeying around just a little bit with his plans to show her some of the sights, she had mentioned staying in the hotel room as part of that schedule and they were recovering from nearly cross country travel...so it’s not like putting that on the table now would goof up her plans for tonight, really. “I couldn’t figure out though if she was jealous or super pissed off?” Nick continued as his hand slipped further under Lita’s robe and his fingertips brushed against the smooth and sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lita’s heart raced faster as Nick inched up her legs. She parted her thighs, encouraging him to explore further. Her wordless encouragement was all he needed, his hand soon moved towards her center, thumb teasing her clit as they continued to talk. “I know the guy behind us was clued in also, he totally gave me a thumbs up as we were sitting back down.” This was said with a laugh. At the time it had flustered Nick, if only because he had thought they’d been fairly subtle about their bathroom escapades...but apparently not. “I’m so glad you and the random dudebro on the plane connected in such a beautiful moment,” she said, breathless and smirking. She closed her eyes, momentarily distracted by the sensation of Nick’s sure, steady strokes beneath her robe before she turned her gaze back to his face and continued. “Honestly, I didn’t notice him, or the flight attendant until you just mentioned them,” she replied, arching her body toward Nick, basking in his complete and utter adoration. She hadn’t cared about anyone else on that flight, or what they thought. She cared about Nick. She wanted to be with him and wouldn’t make any apologies to anyone for it. “You jealous?” Nick asked as he increased the friction between her legs. Lita made a soft noise of derision that tapered into a groan, opening her legs wider. Her hips began to move in time with the movement of Nick’s hand. “Have we either proven I’m the observant one or a jerk for not being completely lost in the moment and in you?” He continued before he ducked his head and sucked at Lita’s pulse point, not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but when he pulled away evidence that his mouth had been there lingered. “Oh, you were plenty lost in the moment,” Lita replied, recalling the hungry, passionate look on Nick’s face in the mirror as he bent her over the sink in the plane bathroom. Recalling how he’d fucked her damn near senseless only made what he was doing now hotter. Nick had only been working on her for a minute and she was already well on her way to climax for the second time that day. No one else had ever come close to making her feel the way Nick did; both in the bedroom and all the mundane instances outside of it that were made infinitely better simply by his presence. “And I can’t exactly blame you for being proud of yourself. I mean, come on.” “In case you aren’t aware of this fact, it’s easy as hell to get lost in the moment with you,” Nick remarked with a grin that looked just a little bit like the cat who ate the canary. While not a prideful person by nature, he didn’t mind knowing that with just a touch he could get Lita going, it was a power he wasn’t prone to abusing, but he had to admit he loved watching her come undone and knowing he had done it. Hell, Nick just loved being with Lita, even if all they were doing were listing off the mundane happenings of their days. “I’m pretty good at this, yeah.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, a smug grin turning up his own. Lita looked down at herself; her shapely legs parted for Nick’s adventurous hands, her slim waist encircled by a rapidly loosening cinch around her waist, her generous cleavage becoming more and more apparent as the robe became more disheveled. It was the same for her too, actually. She liked showing him off when the opportunity presented itself. “Still, I promise the next time I won’t notice a damn thing, okay?” Nick added as he offered Lita an apologetic smile. He wanted her to know that he was focused on her, that he hadn’t been ignoring her while they had been on their flight -- Nick just noticed things. Call it years of heading out into Austin with zombies, it was hard to turn that part of his brain off that was watching his surroundings, even if he didn’t need to be watching his surrounding. “I’ll hold you to that,” Lita replied, though she wasn’t put off by Nick’s observant nature. It was something she admired about him and had served him well...especially when he turned that skill on to her. God, did he have any idea how goddamn good he made her feel? “So all the flight attendants flying in and out of Austin Bergstrom International Airport need to make their peace with the fact that we’re going to fool around in their bathrooms sometimes because I like going places with you and plan on making it a habit. And yes, I do mean both the traveling and the sex at high altitudes.” Lita was having a hard time stringing together coherent sentences. Every other word was punctuated with a incoherent noise of pleasure, syncing with every dip of Nick’s hand and swipe of his thumb. “I wouldn’t expect anything else from you,” Nick answered, grin still in place. “We’re going to be their worst nightmare,” Nick answered with a chuckle, though for once he didn’t mind possibly getting under someone’s skin in a bad way. “And are you saying I’m a habit you can’t quit?” He continued with a twinkle in his eyes and a wolfish grin. “Because I can’t lie, I like the sound of that.” Nick liked the sound of that a lot, even if there was still that goddamn little voice that incessantly tried to convince him he was going to fuck this up somehow. “There’s no quitting you,” she replied resolutely, though her voice was shaky with want. “I think that’s been well established.” “Very well established,” Nick replied with a grin. “There’s no quitting you either, babe,” he added. They had made it a couple of months so far, that was the longest adult relationship Nick had ever had. “Tell me, where else would you take me?” Nick continued as his slide his other hand under Lita’s robe to cup one of her breasts, his thumb swiping over her nipple lazily as he waited for her answer. Lita let the robe fall open wider, adjusting herself on Nick’s lap so he could have better access to both places in need of attention easier. Nick’s palm rubbed over the hardened peak of her nipple and she gasped. She rutted against Nick’s hand faster, feeling the familiar cresting of a great wave of pleasure begin to build within her. “Anywhere,” Lita moaned. Her movements, once in tune with Nick’s languid, purposeful strokes, were becoming erratic and desperate. She sought his mouth with her own, needing to feel his lips against her while she came. “Everywhere. God, Nick, wherever you are is where I want to be.” There was an ach growing inside of him, one Nick was all the more aware of as Lita moved erratically on his lap, providing a little friction, but not enough to sate him. His attention wasn’t on himself at that moment, no, as his hand moved faster, fingers gliding in and out of her as his thumb pressed against her clit. He knew Lita, knew she was just inches away from climax. She had captured his mouth with her own and Nick had returned the kiss hungrily, deepening it as he felt her clench down on his fingers as she came. “God, I never want to be without you,” Nick murmured into their kiss, a kiss that was gentler now than it had been moments before. “Wherever you want to go, I want to be there, always.” He knew that, even with his doubts about if someday he would fuck this up, Nick knew that he wanted Lita to be his end game, always. It wasn’t just pillow talk. Even as the intense high of her climax faded to afterglow, Lita knew how right things were with her and Nick. Trying to make sense and tally up the myriad of circumstances that had fallen into place for them to be be so happy was a herculean task. Maybe one day they’d pick it apart and make sense of it but, for now, Lita was content to simply be and not question it. Knowing Nick felt the same about her and she did about him was both enough and somehow everything. “You are getting pretty sentimental in your advanced age,” Lita chuckled against Nick’s lips, kissing him softly and slowly as she tried to catch her breath. She shifted in Nick’s lap and Lita could feel the effect of making her come had on him. The press of him made Lita squirm and even though she’d reached her peak, feeling how hard Nick was for her was enough to send shivers up her spine in anticipation. She pulled back from kissing him and, on shaky legs, pressed Nick back against the luxe sheets and sat astride him. The complimentary robes, however plush and lovely, were in the way and Lita needed no prodding to remove them. “I’ve always been sentimental,” Nick replied with a slow smile, his gaze locked on Lita, a hunger and desire shone in them as he let her take control of the moment. “Especially when it comes to you.” He added as he propped himself up on his elbows for just a moment to lean forward and press a brief kiss to Lita’s cheek, soon after her returned to the stop she had pressed him into, his gaze just as heated as before. “So, the egyptian cotton sheets and the Chicago skyline isn’t what’s getting you going?” Lita reached down and slowly untied Nick’s robe. She pulled his arms out of the sleeves and with his naked torso exposed, Lita ran her fingers lightly over his chest and was gratified by the soft groan she pulled from him. Nick stared up at her and when she was certain she had his attention, Lita slowly began to untie her own robe. “Not even a little bit,” Nick murmured, his voice low and tinged with want. His hands itched to touch her, to pull Lita in close, but another part of him wanted to watch the show she was so obviously going to put on for him. “So what you’re saying to me is, as long as I’m doing this,” Lita murmured, letting the robe fall from her shoulders so that there was nothing separating the two of them. She cupped her breasts, toying with the hardened pebbles of her nipples as she tightened her thighs around Nick’s hips. “It doesn’t matter where we are? You’re an easy man to please, Nicholas.” “You don’t even have to be doing this, it’s not why all I need is you,” Nick remarked as he settled his hands on her hips. “How’s that for easy?” A smile curved up the corners of his mouth, even as he shifted just enough to increase the friction, the action sending another jolt of pleasure through him. “I do enjoy this, though.” Nick added, his point punctuated by another low groan. “Me, too,” Lita breathed, even though the point was all too obvious. There was no denying his arousal, or hers, and unable to help herself, Lita rubbed herself against him. Nick bucked against her, seeking the delicious friction of her slick heat. Lita sighed, half tempted to sink herself on the hot, hard length of him but she shook her head, determined to make Nick feel as good as he had made her feel. She had some willpower left in her and she intended to use it to draw out his pleasure for as long as she could. As much as she enjoyed the view and sensations from where she sat, Lita had plans. She began to kiss her way down Nick’s body, pausing to pay particular attention to certain places she knew drove him crazy. She nipped at the sensitive dip where his neck met his shoulder, circled her tongue around the flat disk of his nipple, blew hot against the kiss she pressed to his hipbone. Finally, Lita settled between Nick’s thighs. She peered up at him from her advantageous position, mischievous smugness written all over her face. A heated look was what met her smugness, desire and pleasure completely unmasked on Nick’s face. She placed an affectionate kiss to his inner thigh and with a hungry look in her eyes, took Nick in her mouth. Lita knew what he liked and she loved giving it to him. She worked her tongue in tandem with her hands but took care to sweep her curtain of hair over her shoulder so he could watch her work. She revved him up, licking her way from the base of the shaft up to the tip and back down again with sweetly torturous precision. “Should I stop?” She almost didn’t want to. He was unbelievably hot and hard for her and there was an undeniable power and pleasure in making him come like this. Lita wanted to give him the rush he so desperately wanted and deserved but she was already feeling the familiar tingle of want at the apex of her legs. Even after all this time, Nick was the only person that felt made Lita feel just as good giving pleasure as it was getting it. “Do you want to?” Nick fired back, his voice gruff with desire. Lita knew him, she knew exactly what he liked and exactly how to get his pulse racing and every last fiber in his body sparking. As much as he was enjoying Lita’s ministrations, and god he was enjoying it, there was an ache inside of him, a want to be completely buried inside of her, his mouth on hers and his hands touching every spot on her body that he knew would give her as much pleasure as she was giving him right in that moment. “I mean you could stop that and we could find another way to get me off…” he added with a smirk. They had all night which was why Nick was leaving this decision in Lita’s hands. It might be his birthday, but he liked letting her take the reins. She had planned this trip after all, so it wouldn’t exactly be right of him to snatch the decision making away from her, would it? “Even on your special day, you’re thinking of others,” Lita replied with a wide grin, glad he could read her well enough to know what she wanted (what they both wanted). “I’m giving like that,” Nick answered with a laugh and a grin. “So generous,” she murmured, her hand still wrapped around him. Even though she was aching for him, Lita couldn’t help but wrap her lips around him one last time, drawing him deep into her mouth, humming in pleasure when Nick’s hips jerked in response. She pulled back and with one last longing look at his pretty cock, Lita slinked her way back up Nick’s body until her thighs hugged his hips. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands clamping down over his wrists, and felt Nick’s lips part eagerly under hers. “Very generous indeed,” she repeated, stroking him lightly as she positioned him at her waiting, wanting center. She lifted herself and with one swift movement sank herself onto him. Lita couldn’t help the loud, inarticulate moan as he filled her up, feeling almost lightheaded at the blissful sensation. Nick’s own unabashedly loud moan mingled with Lita’s as he rocked his hips up, the sensation of having all of her already making him drunk with ecstasy. Her earlier climax had made her impossibly wet, and giving him head had only increased her arousal, so that when he buried himself inside of her there was absolutely no resistance. They fit together perfectly; like a lock with only one right key, she opened up for him. As much as it pained her to do so, Lita broke their kiss so she could pull back and watch his face as she began to ride him. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Nick rasped out as he began to move in rhythm with her, hands still pinned at the wrists so that all he could do was watch as she began to ride him, the sight sparked every nerve in his body and sent a jolt down his spine. She was utterly, breathlessly gorgeous. A groan slipped past his lips as he bottomed out inside of her again and again, his hands itching to touch her, to pull her back in close and kiss her until neither of them could form a coherent thought. He wiggled them, but didn’t fight Lita’s hold -- not yet. Nick liked giving her control and seeing just what she would do with him while she had it. “Nick,” Lita panted as she slowly rocked against him. Every nerve in her body was lit up, completely aware of the man under and inside her. Lita began to feel the familiar bright warmth pool low in her belly. Obviously there was no mistaking how much she wanted him but Lita wanted Nick to hear how hot he made her, wanted him to know there was no one else better for her than him. “God, you are the absolute best,” she rasped, closing her eyes to the sensation of Nick beneath her, loosening her grip on his wrists. Despite his own decision to let her have control, a she rasped out her word Nick pulled one hand loose and anchored it at her hip, he shift them both just enough to change the angle to drive into her deeper and elicit a breathy keening moan from Lita, one that mingled with his own at as each rock of her hips seemed to light him up. He could feel the familiar coiling in his lower stomach with each stroke into her, the hand that had previously been at her hip moved to cup one of her ample breasts, thumb and forefinger rolling her pebbled nipple between them. “Pretty sure you are,” he gasped out in reply, sincerity clung to his every word. “I--” Nick halted his words before they were uttered. He knew how he felt, had known for a little while now. But this wasn’t the time, or he worried Lita wouldn’t be ready. “I’m so fucking lucky.” He murmured as he let his hand fall away from her breast and then move to cup the base of her skull, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down to him and claimed her mouth with a heated and needy kiss. Lita, lost in in the heat of the moment, heard the stutter but didn’t (and couldn’t) process the meaning for Nick’s hesitation; not while he kissed her and loved her so well. Love? Lita opened her eyes. Where had that thought come from? The thought was so scary and thrilling and goddamn distracting that Lita gasped in surprise, taking her out of the moment for the briefest of seconds. Each buck of his hips brought him closer and closer to release until he broke the kiss and uttered out, “God, I’m--,” Nick never finished his sentence as the veracity of his orgasm hit him and fucked her through it, his eyes clamped close as white hot pleasure coursed through his body and left him feeling spent and sated as his hips stilled. When he opened them again his expression was sheepish, nearly certain Lita hadn’t climaxed yet. “Babe?” Nick started the question of if she had or not clear in his tone. “Shh,” Lita bade, putting a finger to Nick’s lips. Despite reaching his peak, Nick was still hard and she sighed at the drag of him inside her. Lita took his hand and snaked it between them, her expression heated and yet, somehow softer than before. She placed her fingertips where she wanted them and though she wanted to close her eyes to the sensation, Lita kept them open. She gathered him up to her and locked her legs around his waist. Lita’s arm’s went around Nick’s shoulders as she hugged him to her; their heaving chests pressed together, their damp foreheads touching, all while Nick’s skillful fingers circled her clit at a perfect, agonizing, steady pace. He held her impassioned gaze as Lita came undone at his hands and mouth and cock, only breaking contact when her eyes fluttered shut at her final shiver of release. Lita pressed her face into Nick’s neck, breathing in the scent of him. She wasn’t entirely sure what had changed for her but Lita felt different somehow. Like she had come to some sort of precipice and instead of shrinking and scrambling back from the edge she had let herself fall, willingly and damn near gleefully. Even though she couldn’t say for sure what it was, it was a strange, exciting feeling. “You know,” she said lightly, pressing a kiss underneath Nick’s ear. “My birthday is only two months away. Is it too early to start planning another trip?” “I’ll need two months to top this,” Nick replied as he continued to hold Lita close, unwilling to disentangle himself from her just yet. Even if he hadn’t slipped up and said how he truly felt, he knew he felt it and knew it was only a matter of time until that knowledge needed to be made public. But not tonight. Tonight he was going to soak up every last bit of attention his girlfriend was willing to give him and just live in the moment -- because it was a pretty damn good moment. “Hints or even suggestions will be greatly welcomed also.” He continued while he shifted, only enough to allow them to both lay down, Lita’s head on his chest and his arms around her. When it came to milestone birthdays Nick had never given much thought to his thirtieth, but now as he lay in the lux hotel bed with Lita in his arms he was positive he wouldn’t have wanted to spend it any other way. “I also still hold the opinion that you’ve spoiled me.” Nick tacked on, because it was the truth. A Chicago getaway for his birthday and Valentine’s was going to be pretty damn hard to top, but he would try, because it was Lita and that great big ‘L’ word loomed in the forefront of his mind. “Should we completely scandalize the room service people and order dessert just like this?” Nick questioned and then without waiting for an answer he reached for the side table and the phone that was there, already assuming what Lita’s answer would be. “I’m doing it.” He punctuated the statement with a smirk and then pressed a kiss to the corner of Lita's mouth before turning his attention back to the phone in his hand. "Yes, I'd like to order two slices of chocolate cake...." |