Hello folks!;) Seeing as I didn't upload chapter 5 more my story tonight...(coz quite frankly I didn't have the time to finish it!) I thought I'd give you something lighter and more erotic instead!;) This story is a project of negschainsaw's and mine, that developed from a roleplay we've been doing for the past couple of nights...in which we stayed up till 2/3 in the morning. (so review!lol) It started off as an exploration into the whole "kitchen,closet, stairway,limo" ...situation...but now it's not really set in Season 6, because we generally enjoy the whole process of getting them together in the first place. ;) However, the above mentioned locations will be featured. This first chapter is still relatively harmless, but the next one will be about Maxwell's desk! So yes, this is just one giant M! (so TripleL, I expect at least some comments from you!lol) Sooo, leave us some reviews and then I can get the next chapter out to you, seeing as it's already written!;) This is also dedicated to my butler in crime ;) thank you for sharing this crazy adventure with me night after night!:)
negs=Niles
me=C.C.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are ours...we just enjoy playing with them, indicated by the huge amount of time we spend discussing them...lol
Chapter 1:
C.C. Babcock rang the doorbell on an ordinary day which would soon turn out to be anything but boring. Niles, the butler, stopped dusting the lamp and went to open the front door.
"You can put the cloth away and stop pretending to work. It's only me." she greeted haughtily, her evil cackle filling the air.
"Well, as you know, Mr. Sheffield isn't here so you don't have to pretend either." he replied, glaring and shut the door in her face.
Not being a patient person at all, C.C. roughly threw the door open again so that it hit the wall with bang, causing the startled butler to back away a bit.
"How dare you slam the door in my face?" she yelled, building herself up to her full height "Maxwell should've fired you long ago, but I guess he just felt sorry...seeing as nobody else wants you."
"Oh, so we do have something in common." Niles commented.
"Swine!" C.C. said in a low voice, walking past him and into the office.
The butler smirked at his newest victory, while admiring her backside and her beauty, even when angry. C.C., meanwhile, slammed the office door shut firmly and paced up and down the room until she had calmed down a little. Finally she slipped off her heels and settled down on her usual spot on the green loveseat, feet tugged under her butt. She extracted a pair of reading glasses from her briefcase along with a number of scripts and began to read. Niles entered the office only minutes later, carrying a tray with some refreshments, but she ignored him and eyed the script over the top of her reading glasses, which had slid down the bridge of her nose.
"Coffee or tea?" Niles asked politely.
"Tea..." she said, absent-mindedly.
He nodded to himself and began to fill her cup. Soon, however, he got distracted by her smile that showed a definite appreciation of the dialogue she was reading, and so he didn't notice the overflowing cup until the liquid burned his hands.
"Ouch!"
C.C. looked up at the sound, pushing the glasses to rest on the crown of her head.
"Aren't you good for anything?" she snapped tersely, pulling the cup out of his hand and slamming it down on the table.
"Shit!" he cursed, blowing cool air on his fingers which were of an angry red colour.
"Don't just stand there, hold them under cold water or something!" she ordered, trying to hide her concern.
As he scrambled off to do so, she poured herself a fresh cup and sat back down again, trying to find the last line of the script that she read. But her thoughts kept returning to the butler and his extraordinary behaviour. A little while later he walked back into the office, to clean up the mess, three fingers of his hand covered in a plaster. C.C. caught this and frowned.
"What?" he asked, seeing her looking at him.
"Just wondering what you're going to destroy next." she said, trying to cover up.
Upon receiving this answer he just glared at her and crawled under the desk to clean there. Despite her best efforts she couldn't help but check out his ass and flinched when her glasses noisily dropped to the floor. Niles jumped, startled and hit his head on the desk hard, crying out in pain. She felt guilty for causing him pain, but used the opportunity to pick up the glasses and pretended that nothing had happened. But when she heard his curse and saw that blood was sticking to his hand, she blew all caution to the wind and jumped to her feet.
"Oh my God, Niles, sit down before you hurt yourself more."
"Don't worry, Miss Babcock, I'm sure it's just a small wound." he calmed her, surprised at her concern.
"I said: sit down!" she firmly ordered and he complied.
She briefly left the room to get a cool cloth and then knelt down beside him and gently dabbed at the wound.
"It's not deep..." she muttered, more to herself.
He still couldn't quite believe her reaction to the entire situation, but remained where he was. C.C. kept his head steady, by placing one hand against his cheek, his chin resting in the crook of her arm and her breasts were pressing against his left arm and part of his shoulder. Trying not to think about how aroused she was making him feel, he instead focused on the throbbing of his wound and hissed a bit in pain.
"I'd put a plaster on it, but when you pull it off, it'd pull out your hair...and you have so little of that as it is." she commented and stopped cleaning, but remained where she was.
When he failed to reply she grew very concerned, she couldn't know that he was merely mesmerised by her actions and touch.
"What? No come-back? Did you really hit your head that hard?"
"Well, I thought I was the only one who hit his head." he managed pathetically and she got up and sat back down on the couch.
"Don't you have something to dust?"
He stood up a bit unstable and rubbed his shoulders. "Thank you." And with that he left the room, leaving a now deeply concerned C.C. behind.
"Stupid man..."
Once in the kitchen he tried to overcome his dizziness and instead busied himself preparing a meal for the both of them. Once he was done with preparing a soup and some tosti's, he walked back into the office and smiled softly, when he found the blonde asleep on the couch.
"Miss Babcock...Miss Babcock, wake up." he called and her eyes fluttered open.
"What do you want?" she snapped, hating to have been caught in a weak moment.
"I was wondering if you want dinner?" he asked politely.
"Yes, I suppose I could do with some food..." she said, after some consideration.
"Alright, I'll go and fill up your bowl with some kibble." he smirked, leaving the office.
"Should've seen that one coming..." she muttered, rolling her eyes.
C.C. took her time to organise the files and, leaving her heels on the floor, she walked downstairs to find that the dining room table had been completely set up for one person. She sat down, lifting up a spoon and strummed her fingers against the table expectantly, but set it back down again when he didn't return. A couple of minutes later Niles entered with a ladle to dish out the soup.
"Why's the table set for only one person?" she asked, confusedly.
"I don't know, do you expect someone?" he shrugged.
"I..." she began, looking down at her plate, feeling like a fool "keep forgetting that Maxwell isn't here."
"Yes well, no such luck, Babs." he said, turning around, frustrated at getting his hopes up.
She sighed and began to pour the soup onto her plate and upon taking the first bite she moaned in pleasure, which caused Niles to blush as he quickly retreated into the kitchen. C.C. polished off the delicious meal very fast and headed into the kitchen, a remainder of soup still lingering in the corner of her mouth.
"Do you have any more?"
"You ate the whole bowl?" he asked, just about to pop a soup-drenched tosti into his mouth.
"You're eating here by yourself?" she questioned, ignoring his remark.
"Yes, with who should I be dining? And I always eat by myself." he explained, placing 2 tostis on her plate and pointing at his own mouth he added "You have something..."
"With no-one of course. It's just that you usually don't care about the rules like a good domestic, so naturally I was surprised." she answered, trying to wipe the soup away but missing it.
"It's still there," he said, pointing with his fingers again.
"Well, the food's excellent." C.C. complimented, now furiously wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Wait," he softly said, rubbing the soup away and allowing his thumb to linger for a second.
She blushed in embarrassment and found herself lost in his eyes.
"I better um..." she mumbled pathetically and pointed over her shoulder "go..."
He nodded at her suggestion and placed his thumb in his mouth to remove the soup, carefully watched by C.C.'s light-blue eyes.
"Thanks for the...soup." she finished, tearing her gaze away.
"I just gave you a tosti...not soup." he corrected with a slight grin and sat back down at the table.
She opened and closed her mouth, seeing as she had no idea what to say and left the room in a hurry.
A little while later when C.C. had started working again, the telephone rang.
"Sheffield Productions, C.C. Babcock speaking." she answered "Yes...oh hello Mr. Williams, always a pleasure to hear from you. Yes...yes...oh no, I can assure you there's nothing...I see...yes of course...I understand." And with that she hung up muttering "You fake son of a bitch.", resting her head in her hands.
Niles too had heard the phone ring and entered the room in time to hear the end of the conversation.
"Was that Mr. Sheffield?"
"No, that was Mr. Williams, the backer. He just pulled out of our show..." she said, looking up at him through a curtain of dishevelled hair.
"Why?"
"Some stupid excuse...about rumours that the show would fail and...I stopped listening..." she sighed, rising to her feet and poured two glasses of Whiskey, handing one to Niles.
"Um...thanks," he said a bit uncertainly, took the glass and sipped on the amber liquid "what are you going to do now?"
"Drink." she stated matter-of-factly, chucking it all down and taking a seat on the green couch.
"Now there's a surprise," he muttered dryly.
"Keep drinking, rubber maid." she said dismissively, refilling her glass "I like you better with your mouth closed."
"That's because you haven't seen my mouth in action yet." he tossed out, only realising too late what he had just said.
"Technically I have..." she smiled, raising her glass to him in a mock toast.
"Oh so you do remember that?" he asked, toasting with her "I thought that your hangover cleared the memory from your alcohol soaked brain."
"No...and trust me, I've tried," she admitted, gulping down the rest of her whiskey "but the memory is as annoyingly persistent as the person involved."
"Same here, Babs." he said, emptying his glass as well and grimacing as it burned his throat.
"Now I'll probably have to work all night." she sighed.
"What if we enjoy the evening for a bit? Relax and then you can work," he suggested, his bravery clearly whiskey-induced.
"I doubt that I can relax..." she said, massaging her shoulders.
He nodded and set his glass down on the ground.
"Of course you can," and he began to massage her shoulders "just relax and don't think about your problems. "
"That's easy for you to say," she ranted "this is so typical! Maxwell gets to enjoy a holiday with his little...whore...while I'm stuck working my butt off. I don't have a life...not that anyone would be-" She suddenly stopped, moaning pleasantly at the sensation of his skilful hands, easing her knots "attracted to me..."
He slapped her shoulder lightly but grinned. "She's not a whore. And of course there are men attracted to you."
"Are you feeling alright?" she turned to grin at him "Maybe I shouldn't have given you that drink after you took that bump to your head."
"Call it a momentary lapse of sanity." he deadpanned.
"That's more like it," she praised, closing her eyes "yes Niles...right there...mmh...a bit more pressure."
He felt his arousal peaking again but followed her instructions nonetheless.
"Oh yeah...that's good." she sighed and then added more soberly "If you tell anyone I said this, I will kill you, but you're very good with your hands."
"I don't want everyone to know that I gave you this pleasure with my hands." he blurted out, blushing.
"It's our secret." she told him softly, placing her hand on top of his and guided it up to her neck "Do you give a lot of women...pleasure...with your hands?"
"Only the special ones," he whispered, rubbing her neck in small circles. She moaned again, feeling goose bumps spread over her skin.
"Niles, I just had a crazy notion!" she suddenly exclaimed, whirling around "I'm beginning to think that spending the evening with you might not be such a bad idea, after all. How about a game of cards?"
"Cards?" he asked confusedly, but seeing possible chances added "You're on, Babs."
"Not just a harmless game though, Butler Boy." she whispered into his ear, upon rising to her feet "Strip Poker..."
He watched her round the table to extract a deck from Maxwell's drawer and agreed. Both settled down on the floor and took up their cards. After losing the first round C.C.'s smile wavered and she pulled off her hold-up stockings, blushing furiously.
"Nice legs," he commented, smiling.
But then he,too, lost a round and took off his loafers and socks.
"Damn...and I thought you were my lucky charm." he growled, when he lost again, taking off his vest.
"I am, Butler Boy," she agreed, letting out her sultry laugh "but maybe it doesn't work when I am involved myself."
Her eyes were glued to his fingers as he slowly unbuttoned the vest.
"Your luck will run out, Missy." he threatened, glaring at her.
After two more rounds, each of them was forced to take off a more delicate item of clothing. In C.C.'s case it was her blouse, without which she revealed a red lacy bra. And Niles' took off his shirt, trying not to gawk at her. As they continued to play, C.C. kept tugging at her bra, trying to hide her ample cleavage. When Niles lost again, she breathed a sigh of relief and watched as he took off his pants, now only wearing white boxers.
"Now that's a familiar image," she grinned, moistening her lips nervously.
After a couple of more rounds the final stage had finally arrived, both players squirming under the scrutinising gaze of the other. When C.C. lost again she saw herself forced to either take of her panties or her bra.
"Wait, if you don't want to...If you feel uncomfortable..." he began, placing a hand on her leg.
"It's ok," she softly told him "I started this and I won't chicken out."
And with a wink at him she opened the clasp of her bra and slowly took it off, looking anywhere but at him. He moaned a little at the sight of her naked breasts and had to restrain himself from touching her.
"Do you want to finish this?"
"Yes," she whispered shakily.
Niles dealt the final deck and lost, causing a sudden heat to wash over C.C.
"You don't have to, Niles...it's only a game."
"No, it's ok. Is...it okay with you?" he asked, laying his cards down, but she only nodded.
Niles stood up and waited a little before taking off his boxers and letting them fall to his feet. He closed his eyes as a burning blush crept up his cheeks.
"That bulk in your pants really was an indication..." she muttered to herself, eyeing him appreciatively.
"Can I put them back on?" he asked, still with his eyes closed.
She quietly rose to her feet and approached him, standing so close that their bodies were almost touching.
"If it makes you feel better." she gently said.
"Maybe it will..." he replied, his breathing shallow.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of though," she remarked in a deep voice, carefully touching his chest.
"You don't have to be either." he replied, pulling up his boxers again.
"I'm sorry," she apologised, suddenly realising that her breasts were still naked and she covered them up with her hands, scanning the floor for her bra.
"Don't be so insecure...you're beautiful." he whispered, lifting her chin to face him.
"That from the man who flings a hundred insults at me every day." she said with a crooked smile, bending down to pick up his tie and placed it loosely around his neck, letting her fingertips brush over his naked skin.
"Well, I'm sorry about those but I love teasing you. I don't really mean it, you know?"
"I love it too...," she said, her hands still resting on his chest "and you look damn fine for a decrepit, old butler."