Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-14 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, nicholas d. wolfwood |
Who: Belle Boudreaux and Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Where: a Cajun restaurant then Nicholas's place
What: a fancy date, feels
When: 9/5
Warnings/Rating: NSFW due to sexual content, mild language
Status complete
Belle spent more time than normal getting her hair and makeup done for her date with Nicholas. The dress was the easy part, but she was having a hard time being satisfied with the little touches. She didn’t normally fuss so much, but she wanted him to know she’d put in some effort.
Finally she decided she was as perfect as she could get without rubbing half the skin off her face, so she grabbed a tiny little clutch purse for her phone and keys and said goodnight to Vanille.
She refrained from smoking on the way to his place, even though she wanted to. Getting her nice dress smelly would be a shame. She could always duck out later if she needed her fix. She looked at herself one last time in her rearview mirror before she headed into his building, whistling softly to help with her nervousness.
Wolfwood had decided to wear the black suit he’d gotten from his dreams, after inspecting it thoroughly. It had a wider collar than he expected, opening almost to his sternum, but it fit him worryingly well. He put on his only good pair of black shoes and grabbed his wallet and sunglasses, and was about to go read or something when the doorbell rang.
He headed over to the door and checked the peephole, opening it with a faint smile. “Hey. Wow, you look great.”
Belle's eyebrows shot up when she saw him. "You look damn good yourself." She had an easier time kissing him when wearing heels. "You wore that in the dreams?" She didn't think he looked very priestly.
“Yeah, I did. Carried a big cross, too.” Wolfwood shrugged. “I think they didn’t go buttoned up because it was in the desert. I’d fuckin’ roast to death in a cassock.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “How the hell are you, Belle? You make it through the weird nights too close to Winston’s room?”
She squealed softly in delight when pulled her close. “Mmm, I did, but it was pretty lonely. I’m glad t’ be home.” She met his eyes smiling fondly. “Not to mention the fact that Boston’s rainy and muggy.” She made a face. “I’m not used t’ feelin’ like my lungs are full of water anymore.”
“Gross.” Wolfwood had never really been used to that; even in San Diego it’d mostly just been hot. “You sure you’re not getting sick? Sometimes muggy can give you a head cold.”
Belle chuckled. “I don’t know, I’ve only been back for a day. Don’t worry about me, cheri. I’m used t’ things bein’ hot and sticky.” She winked at him, smirking widely. “You ready to go? I’m starvin’.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Wolfwood refrained from the obvious joke and just held the door for her. “I was going to bring you to the officers’ club, but I’d have to go in uniform and I am just not ready for that. So I found another place that hopefully you’ll like.”
“That’s fine with me. I’m not too particular about where we go.” She smiled and ducked out, then took his hand again. “It ain’t the scenery that’s gonna have my attention.”
“Aw. You’re being sweet.” Wolfwood teasingly held his free hand to his heart. They headed down to his car, and he held the door for her before getting into the driver’s side. “It’s not too far. A guy on the network actually recommended the place. Said the chef really knew his shit, so it ought to be good.”
“Yeah? Which guy on the network? There’s some I wouldn’t trust with this kinda advice.” She buckled herself in, smiling brightly. Truthfully she didn’t care if the food was crap, as long they had fun together.
“Guy named Remy. Said you’d appreciate this place.” He started the Toyota, wincing when it made a grinding noise, but it worked. “That probably won’t last much longer.”
“Ah, well, he’s fine.” She noted with a laugh. “I’ll tell you all about that later.” The sound the car made was truly sad. “Awwww, it’s always hard losin’ a member of the family.”
“Well, not having a car is going to suck.” Wolfwood sighed. But he was interested. “You met this Remy? He didn’t say he knew you.” He pulled out into traffic once the car had seemed to settle down.
“How long’s the drive? Actually I can sum it up, I guess. He’s in my dreams.” She paused, and part of her wanted to just leave it there. There was no need for Wolfwood to know the rest. She was no more interested in Remy than any other man. “In the dreams we’re married and it goes t’ shit, because apparently arranged marriage is bullshit.”
“Huh.” It didn’t bother him; he wasn’t a wandering priest from some weird planet, after all. “Go figure. This place is weird.” He wasn’t going to waste time not trusting her; if she actually ever cheated on him, she wasn’t worth his trust anyway.
She shrugged. “But that’s not why I’d trust his taste. In the real world we’re from the same place, so he’s probably grown up on the same kinda food as me, so he’d have a good idea what I’d like.”
“Makes sense.” Wolfwood stopped at a light, smiling at her. “Don’t worry about it; I’m not. You got some time off before you go back to work, or you have to jump right back in?”
“I might have asked for a half day tomorrow.” She noted with a laugh. “Mr. Frost doesn’t seem t’ mind, and sleepin’ in will be nice.” It would also give her time to plan her next move against Cerberus and make sure she had sufficient supplies. She was sure he wouldn’t mind her looking at her phone once or twice.
“Definitely.” His days off were Saturday and Monday, so he would enjoy it, too. They were coming up on the place, and he hung a right into a small lane. “GPS, don’t fail me now,” he murmured. Their destination turned out to be up ahead, under an awning on the second floor of a building. The name was visible from the ground - Crescent City Cajun Cuisine.
“Well, they got alliteration goin’ for ‘em.” Belle noted with a laugh. “I guess we’ll see how good it is. You okay eatin’ spicy things with too many legs?”
“I may be a wuss about spice,” Wolfwood admitted, chuckling. “Too many legs, though, I’m good. San Diego is pretty good on seafood.” And he’d wanted to try Cajun anyway. “I expect the full spectrum of mockery if I can’t handle it.”
“I’ll just hafta find somethin’ a little milder for you t’ eat when you get home.” Belle noted with a fake sigh. “Of course, if you don’t eat your food that means more for me, so I suppose I’m good either way.”
“I’ll do my best.” Wolfwood grinned. “I just wanted to be honest about my possible wussitude.” They got out of the car and he held the door for her. “Remy said the chef here comes from a place called Metairie, though; he said it was close to the French Quarter, so the guy knows what he’s doing.”
“Good to know.” She smiled as she slid out, wrapping her arm around his. “I don’t miss home often, but when I do it’s the food and the music I miss most.” She let him lead her into the restaurant and didn’t try to race him to get to the door first so she could hold it for him.
He just liked having her close; when she smiled for real it was rare and beautiful. “I hope it works out,” Wolfwood said, pleased by how mellow the restaurant was inside. He’d worried it would be loud and trashy, but it was decorated in soft blues and whites, with a little black and gold sprinkled in. “Not bad.”
It did look really nice. She was impressed. Before coming in she’d worried this place would be obnoxious. She was glad to find out that she was too pessimistic. “This is really thoughtful of you.” She said to Nicholas as they were seated. “Especially since you might be outta your comfort zone with the food.”
“I don’t really have a comfort zone with food.” Wolfwood sat down across from her, smiling. “I’ve never tried this style, yeah, but I also have eaten some crazy-ass stuff. Can’t be any worse than warthog testicles.” That had been an interesting desert feast.
Belle couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I don’t think this’ll be worse than that.” The host gave them a weird look, which just made her laugh more. “Yeah, they’re gonna charge us extra for bein’ crazy.” She smiled brightly at him, before opening her menu. “That’s alright, though. We have fun.”
“It’s true. And I’m sorry, military people are crazy.” Wolfwood looked serious. “You know how it goes, Belle. We spend way too much time staring out at sand.”
“Uh huh, and you’ve all got too little t’ keep you entertained.” She said with a laugh. “I was lucky enough t’ keep busy whenever I was workin’ out that way.” She smirked just a little. “I won’t bore you with the details of how.”
He knew she probably couldn’t even if she wanted to. “Boredom, boredom, boredom, firefight, boredom. That was my last tour, in a nutshell.”
“I hear that’s how life goes. Read it described somewhere as “hours of boredom, seconds of terror”. She squeezed his hand, hoping the subject wasn’t becoming uncomfortable.
“Sounds about right.” It wasn’t; he was far removed enough from it and inured enough to it that talking about it was almost always academic.
The waiter came by and he ordered a beer, waiting for Belle to give her order before going ahead. “Sometimes I wonder if I could get transferred to a teaching position or something. Still be on active duty, just ... not in the firing line.” He always felt like a dick articulating that thought, but it had been almost twenty years. Surely he was entitled to a breather.
Belle ordered a beer as well, because she didn’t feel like being completely classy. She listened as he spoke, and picked up what he didn’t say. “You’re not a dick, you’re right. Might even be able t’ do more good in that kinda settin’. There’s no need t’ put your ass on the line forever.” She looked down after a moment, then laughed. “Maybe y’ should talk t’ Tyra about it, I might be a little biased.”
He was freaked out for about half a second, then remembered belatedly what she could do. “I don’t know if Shepard could actually do anything; she’s Marines, not Army.” Wolfwood shrugged. “Might just have to apply for a transfer the old fashioned way.” It would take forever, but oh well.
“I meant for advice. She’d have a neutral an’ informed perspective.” Belle blushed and ducked her head down, pretending to be very interested in drinking from her straw without lifting the glass. She should know better than to do that. “Sorry.”
“Oh. Yeah, maybe. And it’s okay. You said you can’t really turn it off.” He’d get used to it. It wasn’t a deal breaker, when it came to her.
She nodded. “I can ignore it, I’ll try harder.” She cleared her throat and tried to forget about what happened. There was no sense brooding over it, and he didn’t seem to hold it against her. She felt silly and then really concentrated on anything but his brain. “It’s nice t’ have someone you can stuff like that. I’ve wanted a little guidance in the field a few times, but it’s hard as hell t’ get when you’re s’posed to be independent.” She had Winston now, but that was a rare treat.
“At the risk of sounding like your dad, you know you can talk to me, right?” Wolfwood shrugged. “About the stuff you can legally discuss, I mean.” He was good at listening, even if his idea of comfort usually was more physical. Back rubs and kisses.
Belle snickered. “My dad, hein?” Her mood lightened immediately at the prospect of teasing Nicholas. “Is that how you imagine me, cheri?” She bumped his leg playfully with her own. “I know, most of what I have trouble with is confidential. I’m pretty good about askin’ for help when I need it.”
He laughed, thanking the waiter as he brought their beers. “If I thought of you like a daughter, I would be pretty fucked up.” Given some of the shit they’d done, and some of the shit he’d idly fantasized about doing with her.
She smirked and sipped her beer. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s typical for father to do some of the stuff you’ve done with me. Don’t think bondin’s supposed to go that far.” She tried not to hear his thoughts, but these were particularly good, and she wished she could tell him that everything he wanted was pretty much on the table without making things awkward again.
“I would damn well hope not.” Wolfwood laughed. He sat back in the chair. “So, how is Mr. Frost, aside from just as active as I’d hope to be at his age?”
“Oh, he’s doin’ as good as ever.” Belle said sweetly. Winston didn’t want everyone to know his business, and she could respect that. It wasn’t a lie, but it was a pretty blatant dodge. “I’m thinkin’ he’s gonna move his wife out here, so they can have more time together.” She chuckled and took a drink of her beer. “He’s a nosy old bastard, too. I mean, I tell him stuff ‘cause I’m a talker, but he gets all these little plans ‘n’ schemes goin’ to use that information to improve my life.” Like offering to put her up in a bed and breakfast with Nicholas for a weekend.
“Oh, jeez.” Wolfwood chuckled. “Like, saying ‘Oh, you like cheese, I will now sign you up for the cheese of the month club and send twelve truckloads to your house’ improve your life?”
“Somethin’ like that, yeah. I mention I need a raincoat and I get a long lunch that day t’ buy one, even if it’s not rainin’. God help me if I mention you, he’s like. . . like a stereotypical mom.” She laughed and shook her head.
“Oh, shit, don’t say that, I was joking about being a father figure.” Wolfwood laughed, shaking his head. Ew. It did amuse him that she’d mentioned him to Mr. Frost, though. “Am I gonna get called into his office anytime soon?”
Belle giggled. “Not unless he’s tryin’ t’ get you to make an honest woman of me.”
“God, would Winston do that?” Wolfwood laughed. “I might have to resign.” Not that it would never, ever cross his mind to marry her; the circumstances would just be so ridiculous at this point that it seemed useless to think about.
Belle laughed loudly at that. “Awwwww, I’m not that hideous.” She said with a wink.
“Belle, you are not hideous at all.” The waiter came back to take their orders, and Wolfwood figured he’d be daring. “Can I get the blackened chicken?” It was marked two peppers, so it ought not to blow his mouth off.
Belle was too busy laughing to order at first, but she did eventually order boudin balls. She almost got through the order with snickering, but she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. She liked to be around Nicholas, she felt very light and cheerful.
Wolfwood wasn’t immune, either. “What the hell is that?” he asked after the waiter left. “Is that seriously the name of an entree? It sounds filthy.”
Belle was still trying to stop laughing, but Nicholas’s reaction started a new round of laughter. All she could was nod for a minute or two until the giggles dried up again. “Oui. Made of-” she interrupted herself with another laugh, “bits of sausage. It’s gotta be real fresh, or it’s no good.”
“Oh, is that what boudin is?” Wolfwood shook his head, amused at how silly she was being. It was kind of cute. “I had no idea.”
She took a drink of her beer and shook her head, finally free of the need to laugh at everything. “Yeah. It’s pretty good. I’ll let you try a bite if you want.”
“Sure, thanks.” Wolfwood smiled. “I know what blackened anything is, and I’m both excited and scared.”
Belle nodded. “I’ll hold your hand if it’s too much.” She teased.
“Aw, would you?” Wolfwood batted his eyelashes at her, just to be goofy.
She snickered and grinned at him. “You’re so silly.” She nudged him lightly with her elbow.
“Sometimes.” Wolfwood smiled. “Sometimes it’s nice to kick back a little.” And, if he was honest, he felt lighter when he was with her.
She nodded and smiled at him. “You’re right. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while.” Even with her job making her crazy, and her life making her crazy, and the dreams making her double crazy she was enjoying the ride.
“Well, you can get your creepy sounding entree, and I’ll get mine and life will be good for a while.” Except for the pain he was probably about to endure from the spice. At least he’d had worse.
“I imagine it’ll get better after dinner.” She noted with a laugh. As much as she was looking forward to the food and enjoying Nicholas’s company, she most looked forward to being in private with him again. He was damn good company in any setting, but she felt more herself when she was talking to someone one on one.
The food finally arrived, and Wolfwood looked down at his plate. “That looks great, regardless of how much it’s going to hurt me.”
Belle giggled. Her own meal looked pretty good, too. She took another big drink of her beer before starting in on her food. Despite the strange name, the sausage balls were very tasty.
Wolfwood took his first bite, waiting for the pain. There was some, but contrary to his worries, it was manageable. “Holy crap, I’m not a complete wuss.” He couldn’t help but be happy. He could walk at least a little bit in her world. He had walked on the wild side.
“I coulda told you that.” Belle said with a laugh. She cut one of her sausage bits in half and offered it to him. “Wanna give this a shot? It’s not too spicy.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Wolfwood took it onto his fork and popped it in his mouth. “That is good, though a little hotter than mine.” He could have made a dumb joke about like diner, like meal, but that was ridiculous, even for him. Instead he took a drink and went back to his chicken, pleasantly surprised.
Belle smiled brightly and continued to eat. She was glad he was enjoying his meal. She was definitely enjoying his company. It didn’t matter if the food was authentic or not, this meal was more enjoyable than any she’d ever had in New Orleans.
She set her fork down when she was too full to eat and sat back in her chair, smiling brightly. “MMM, that was amazin’. Good choice, cheri.”
Wolfwood had enjoyed his, too, even if his mouth was still tingling. “I liked it. I’m glad you did, too.” He’d have to grab a mint or something, or his kisses would be Cajun flavored, but he could handle that.
“Very much.” She smiled, then stretched. “Mmmmm, might be too full t’ move after all, though.”
“Shall I carry you back to the car?” Wolfwood liked that stretch; she looked like a contented lap cat.
“Oooh, Wouldja?” Belle realized a little too late that he actually might. It would be funny, at least. She didn’t think she’d mind. “We gotta pay first, though.”
“I got it.” He’d flagged the waiter down already, and their bill would come soon. “Then I will totally carry you to the car. Tiny little thing like you.” He was poking fun; he didn’t think she was that sensitive about her height.
She didn’t mind. She did make a face at him, but mostly to be silly and childish. “So what they say is right, you really can walk all over a man if you lay ‘em right.” She winked and chuckled, waiting for the waiter to bring the bill. “You want the rest of my beer? I’m gonna pop if I try t’ drink it.”
“Sure.” Wolfwood never turned down a drink. He finished it just as the waiter arrived, and he had to work to stifle the burp. “Thank you,” he half croaked at the waiter, figuring Belle might laugh at him.
Belle did snicker. It was a perfect set-up, and even better for being unintentional. “Must be gettin’ old. Coulda finished a meal twice that size last time I was given the option.” You know, when she was 16.
“You’re not getting old, your eyes are just bigger than your stomach.” Wolfwood waved a hand. “It happens to us all.” He handed the cash to the waiter, leaving a tip on the table. “Ready, milady?”
That was definitely true. She nodded and stood up, making sure she grabbed her purse. “Definitely.” She smiled at him, wondering if he would make good on his promise/threat.
He had very little shame when it came to things like that. He picked up Belle, putting her into a fireman’s carry, and calmly carrying her out the door. “I would have slung you over my shoulder,” he said conversationally, “but I don’t think either of us want the whole restaurant to see your panties.”
Belle couldn’t help but laugh all the way out the door. “None of us want t’ see what happens when my full weight comes down on my very full belly, either.” She didn’t care as much about the underwear thing. They were clean and sexy. Someone was going to see them, and his reaction was the only one that mattered.
“Fair.” Wolfwood kept carrying her until they were back at the car, and then kissed her, Cajun breath and all.
She didn’t mind one bit. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, savoring the kiss and his closeness. She was smiling when it broke, her eyes meeting his. “You’re one of the best men I’ve ever met, Nicholas.”
He almost admitted it; even though she could read thoughts, it was damn hard not to think that he could fall in love with her. Wolfwood shoved it down as best he could, but just in case she was listening, he thought about the dirtiest sex he’d ever had. Just because. “I think I have breath mints back at my place,” he said, smiling in spite of himself.
Belle caught the edge of that first thought, but she was more than willing to overlook it for his replacement thought instead. She giggled and nodded. “Then we best head that way, before we start makin’ out too much.”
“Practical as ever.” He got the car going, heading out of the parking lot, relaxing a little when she didn’t immediately run for the hills. He knew it wasn’t what she wanted, so he’d just never bring it up.
“Well, that’s definitely somethin’ I’m guilty of.” She said with a laugh. “Sometimes it works out better’n others.” She wondered what it would be like to be a normal person. She’d made her choice so readily when she was young had few other options, but now she understood things a little better. She didn’t regret her choice, but part of her would always wonder what it would be like to have a family again.
Her telepathy was a two way street. She didn’t project her feeling of sadness on purpose but it happened anyway. If she’d made other choices maybe she’d be able to commit to him now without feeling guilty or like she’d abandoned her cause.
He did get the vibe that something was off, but he couldn’t do much about it while trying to drive. So he just picked up her hand and kissed it gently, squeezing it before putting it down and hanging a left into the street.
She smiled and pushed her sadness away as best she could. This wasn’t supposed to be about that, they were out tonight to have fun. “I’m always wary of lettin’ new people drive me anymore. Tyra got me outta the habit of callin’ shotgun. Glad t’ know not everyone’s a maniac behind the wheel.”
“God. Shepard’s just special.” Wolfwood shook his head. “I’m glad I met her, though. My career wouldn’t be the same.” He owed her a great debt, really.
“Mine either. She’s good people anywhere but the driver’s seat of a vehicle. I’m gonna assume it’s universal for all vehicles.” Belle took a moment to shudder at the thought of riding in a helicopter flown by Shepard.
Wolfwood snickered. “Just be glad you were never in a fucking tank with her at the helm.” He stopped at the light, looking at her fondly.
She smiled back at him, stealing a quick kiss. “No, I’ve never actually been inside a tank. I imagine I’d be uncomfortable. Only manage planes if I’ve got company, don’t like bein’ inside something hard t’ get out of.”
“They’re claustrophobic at the best of times.” Wolfwood smiled. “Not gonna miss that shit for the next year.”
They pulled into the parking lot of Wolfwood’s apartment building, and he pulled up to a space near the entrance. He helped her out of the car, but he didn’t carry her to the entrance this time. “You’ll have to walk, or you’ll get spoiled, Belle.”
She laughed and hopped out of the car, reaching over to take his hand when she caught up to him. “Awww, but you’re probably right. Already feelin’ a little spoiled, anyway.”
“See, it’s good for you.” Wolfwood joked, but he liked having her so close. He unlocked the door for her, letting her get through before kissing her neck from behind. It sounded stupid, but he liked her scent.
She shivered softly, laughing as the sensation spread through her body. “Mmm, you can be real charmin’ when you wanna be.” She moved forward enough for him to get in the door, then closed it, pressing her body close against his as she reached behind him.
“Only when I wanna be.” Wolfwood got inside, leaning against the door once it closed as he pulled her in for a kiss. Now that he was 100%, he was kind of debating tossing her against a wall and getting under her skirt.
She returned his kiss passionately, stripping him out of his jacket. She entirely agreed with the plan of action he’d come up with, and thought she could show him pretty efficiently without resorting to admitting she’d read his mind. She delicately dragged her nails over his scalp, just enough to put pressure on him, but not enough to cut the skin.
Whatever their opinions and experiences, they were pretty much in agreement when it came to ripping each other’s clothes off. Wolfwood found himself shivering when she scratched him up a little bit. He reached around to her back, looking for the zipper of her dress with something approaching a quickness.
The zippers on these kind of dresses were really small and hard to find, but she had buttons to work on, and assumed he didn’t want them to be ripped off. Even if the thought was momentarily tempting. “Need me t’ get that?” She asked, her voice softer and lower. The effect he had on her hormones was intense. She didn’t always feel in control around him, which was scary and exhilarating.
Just as she asked, he got it, and laughed. “Aha.” Wolfwood shook his head, trying to draw her zipper down and stay as still for her as possible.
She smiled at him, tugging his shirt out of his pants before she started to undo his belt. “There you go.” She pulled away when he had her dress undone and pulled it off, her hips wiggling as she worked the dress down over them. She’d gone for sexy lingerie for this date, even going so far as to wear stockings and a garter belt instead of regular panty hose.
Wolfwood appreciated it, oh yes. He stared, grinning. “Those make your legs look even sexier, you know.” Well, obviously she knew, but it probably bore repeating. He shrugged out of his shirt once she’d unbuttoned it and reaching for his belt; it was getting kind of difficult to keep his trousers on.
She smirked. “Makes it easier t’ pee, too.” Because that was her main concern. She was eager to help him get his pants off. She knelt down so he wouldn’t have to bend as far. For someone so tall it was a long way down! Beside, this gave her the opportunity to lick the tip of his cock once it was free of underwear.
Those little surprises were definitely perks of being with her. “Hold up.” He bent back over, getting the condom from his back pocket. He’d come prepared at least, this time. He didn’t want to have to stop in the middle and go to the bedroom. There was a perfectly serviceable stretch of blank wall right here.
“Right, yeah.” She grabbed the condom and rolled it into place. “I’m assuming you want me on my feet, then.” She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. It would be easier to take care of that before she straightened up.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Not like he’d turn down a blow job on most occasions, but he really did want to do this for her. When she stood up, naked, he just picked her up, pushing her against the wall and arching up against her. He slipped a hand between her legs to warm her up a little, kissing her as hard as he dared.
She squealed when her pressed her against the wall. She put one leg around his waist, to give him better access to her. She kissed him back just as hard, tugging the hair on the back of his head to see if that had the same effect on him as her nails.
It did. He liked it a little bit rough, in truth; it made him feel more alive. Though he wouldn’t say that, as it sounded like some stupid hippie kid. He just concentrated on kissing her, tasting her, winding her up hard so they could fuck like he’d been fantasizing about.
She didn’t need too much encouragement. This was hot and she was always either wanting to sleep with him or talk him to death. She broke the kiss after a minute, putting her lips against his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Nicholas. I’ve been dying for this for half a week.” Her accent was gone, she wanted him to understand what she was saying with no difficulty.
Well, far be it for him to keep a lady waiting. He shifted, grunting softly as he pushed into her, feeling her back hit the wall. “God!” he groaned, somewhat surprised at himself. Normally he didn’t talk during sex.
She moaned loudly when he penetrated her, the thud of her back hitting the wall and his exclamation only making it that much better. She kissed him desperately, clinging to his neck, her heels resting on the small of his back. Every time with him was awesome, but this time seemed particularly good. She wondered if she always thought that, and then she realized she was thinking too much and refocused herself. She kissed her way down his throat, biting his shoulder where it would be covered by his shirt. She wasn’t sure she’d mark him up, but she wanted it to be easy to conceal if she did.
This was just as good as he’d imagined. And the bite made it better. Wolfwood sighed loudly, one hand reaching up to roughly squeeze a breast, liking how she tightened her legs around him every time he thrust.
She liked it rough, too. The intensity of the contact made it so much better, so much more immediate. She loved the expression on his face, too. He was a treat for all her senses. She drew her nails down over his chest, moaning every time her butt hit the wall. “C’est bon, cheri.”
Her little French murmurs drove him nuts. Wolfwood kissed her again, mostly because he could, shifting her just a little so she was pinned just a bit above him. He did know enough of the female anatomy to hope that the change would really set her to screaming.
It definitely did the trick. Belle’s nails bit into his shoulders, and she held on tight as the pleasure became overwhelming. He was so strong and this angle was amazing. Her voice became louder and higher, her breathing fast and shallow as her body reacted to his motions. The sound of their bodies slamming into each other was lewd and amazing. She closed her eyes tight as she orgasmed, losing herself in the pleasure of it all.
It took a bit more, but eventually he followed, thrusting up, holding her up as he came. He could feel his eyes go a bit glassy; but eventually his muscles relaxed and Wolfwood sighed, resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck.”
Her hands slid up to cup the back of his neck. “No kiddin’. I’m sure as hell not gonna be able t’ walk after all that.”
Wolfwood breathed out a sigh. “I guess I can carry you again.” He acted like it was such a burden, but if he didn’t have to let her go for a while, that wouldn’t upset him much.
Belle laughed, moving to rest her lead on his shoulder. “I’d be really impressed if your legs could carry us both after all that.”
“What, you just want to stay here?” Wolfwood was still smiling, appreciating how close she was. “That’d hurt worse.”
“That’s true.” She tightened her grip around his waist and shoulders, hoping he’d be stable enough for that. “Ready if you are, cheri.”
Wolfwood nodded, figuring it was safer to move quicker. He pushed off the wall and carried her into the bedroom, managing to land on the edge of the bed before his legs protested. “Close enough!”
Belle laughed the whole way, using his shoulder to dampen the sound of it. She was impressed, as promised. She slid off of his lap, kissing him playfully. “Oh Dieu, I’d never be able t’ walk if we lived together.”
“But I’d carry you. Like one of those ancient African queens.” Wolfwood laughed, turning over to look at her. “Not a bad deal.” He kept it light; he wasn’t trying to insinuate that she should move in. Not like he’d mind, but he wouldn’t push her.
“Oooh, that’s pretty tempting.” She smiled, stroking his face gently. She could get used to this. She really could. “You’d wind up eatin’ better, so it would be mutually beneficial.”
Was she actually considering this? “I eat like a soldier.” A lot of whatever he was eating. “You make it sound like I’d pay you in sex to cook for me.” Wolfwood grinned.
Belle laughed. “You make it sound so dirty.” She wasn’t sure how that would work out. She had to stay where she was, so he’d have to move. She wondered if that would make things weird for Vanille.
“Isn’t it?” Wolfwood teased, rolling on top of her, trying to make himself dead weight so she’d shriek and laugh.
She reacted as expected, with a loud laugh and lots of flailing. She poked at his sides, trying to tickle him to get off, laughing her head off the whole time.
“I’m not ticklish!” Wolfwood laughed. “You’re fucked!” He poked at her sides, though it didn’t last long; he eventually rolled off her, breathing hard. “Tired. Too much screwing.”
Belle, on the other hand, was very ticklish. It only made the laughing worse. She rolled along with him, laughing loudly as she put her arms and head on his chest and settled in. “Man, you’re really good at getting me to laugh.” She smiled fondly at him, and she knew then that she was completely and utterly fucked. She might as well enjoy the ride, because there was no way she could be professional with him.
“I get the feeling you don’t do it enough.” Wolfwood kissed her forehead as she curled up on him. It was so going to hurt when she had to leave. But he’d signed up for this. All he could do was have fun now.
“I didn’t use to. Think I’m makin’ up for lost time.” She gently stroked his chest with her fingers. “Might be makin’ up for a few things I’ve missed out on.”
“I like that you laugh around me.” He was quiet, but said it simply. He didn’t want to imply anything else.
“I like it too. You make me feel. . . a lot of things.” She looked anxious for a moment, but only a moment. She was going to enjoy this, dammit, and not let her job get in the way of this bit of happiness. They were so few and far between.
He almost said it then. Almost. But he managed to stop himself, and just smile.
She smiled back, and resolved not to mention what he hadn’t said. She wasn’t normally afraid of things, but she was very afraid of the power he had over her.