Coffee and Footplay
The three of them were seated at the kitchen table as Niles distributed steaming cups of coffee before them. With the exception of Nanny Fine, who remained in her silk pajamas, they were all dressed and flipping through the play reviews CC had brought earlier that morning.
"Anything else I can get you, Sir?" Niles inquired, his gaze falling onto CC.
Maxwell distractly scanned the table to take inventory. "I believe Ms. Babcock will need some cream for her coffee."
"I've already taken the liberty of adding it myself, Sir."
"Oh." Maxwell looked a little puzzled at his generousity. "That will be all, then. You may join us if you like."
With a smirk, Niles poured himself a coffee and seated himself in the empty chair before CC. CC brought her own cup to her lips to conceal her smile.
"You know Maxwell," She said in that sultry voice of hers. "This next play is bound to be a hit. We just need a little- inspiration."
"That's all good and well." He flipped through the papers, unamused. "But inspiration doesn't just pull a chair up next to you and take a seat."
Niles sputtered on his coffee.
"I beg your pardon, Niles?"
"Nothing, Sir, nothing. Choked a little is all."
CC took the oppurtunity of Maxwell's redirected attention to carefully slide her foot out of her heel and run it along Nile's leg. For a moment their eyes locked and a surge of passion ran over her. He relaxed a little in his chair, stretching his leg out for her to further explore it. With her toes, she worked his trousers up his ankle. His skin was warm and inviting.
Memories of the night before suddenly washed over her thoughts; dinner, the couch, the bed, the kitchen floor. She relished in these thoughts, unconsciously rolling her head back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a coy smile.
"Ms. Babcock, what on earth are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh-" She jolted to regain her upright posture. "Just really enjoying this coffee."