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Jamie Lannister (celticpride) wrote in valarlogs,

The fantasy wasn't the nurse's costume. Oliver was plenty tired of nurses by this point and what Alice wore could hardly be considered proper nursing attire. It wasn't the doctor-patient intimacy either, nor any of the medical instruments which some people seemed to fancy. Nothing nearly as kinky as that. No, for Oliver what had his mouth watering were the red high heels and the stockings with garter. Alice's smooth skin still visible beneath thin layers of white sheer, her breasts not quite held back behind a flimsy top. And all of that pressed between his own body and the cold steel of the fridge.

The sight demanded more time than they had, she demanded more attention than he could give in that moment. But if not now, he'd be sure to pay her back when the party was over.

For now, it would have to be a quick shag because there was no power on earth that could keep him from her in that moment. Oliver had gone from innocent bystander to predatory headspace in the blink of an eye.

His hand fell away from her just long enough to undo the latches on his trousers, but his teeth and tongue continued to leave little possessive marks along her neck and shoulder. Small, red weals rising against her skin only to fade a minute later. Oliver's mouth eventually sought out Alice's and when he kissed her, it was immediately intense, nothing but hungry desire and demand of satisfaction. She'd put the outfit on and now Oliver wanted to rip it off.