A Heated Lesson . R Fandom: CSI. Nick/Greg Warnings: Bondage Words: 229 Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish. Author's Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompts #11 Red and #38 Touch. Summary: What Greg and Nick might have learned from Lady Heather.
I watch him struggle.
The hot stings against his flesh make him thrash against his bonds. He is not gagged, yet the only sounds that escape his lips are small gasps for air. I run my hands over his chest, angry red welts show where heated metal has met with his lightly tanned skin.
I glance at his face, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink and eyes closed. I had taught him about how he could focus on the mix of pain and pleasure better that way.
A pained gasp brings my thoughts back to the present and I realize that the heated point of my knife has rested too long on his tender flesh. Instinctively, I pull the knife back and toss it away, it skids across the floor. I lean down and blow gently across the angry red mark, the quick coolness raising goosebumps.
Reaching up slowly, I tug at the knot of material that keeps his arms bound above his head. Arms freed, his fingers slide down to my neck and I look up to meet his eyes. I see no sign of pain or anger in those brown eyes and he smiles just before he pulls me up for a kiss. I can feel the heat in his cheeks and damp trails from a few escaped tears of pleasured pain, and I smile into the kiss.