How To Render An Archeologist Speechless # 2.5
Plan A Has Been Known To Backfire
Sequel to How To Render An Archeologist Speechless # 2 - Plan A - after Vala showed up at Daniel's door with handcuffs.
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There is no describing the thrill Vala felt when Daniel succumbed to her plan and yanked her into his room. Imagine! Dr. Jackson naked and cuffed to his bed...and/or cuffed to something equally exciting! Her heart raced, her breasts tightened, and fire pooled low sending an ache deep inside her.
And then, before she could complete her plan, her mouth was quite suddenly under the control of his.
Vala felt cheated as he pressed her against his door, ravaging her mouth like it had never been ravaged before. Warm, work rough fingers teased the underside of her breasts, first one and then the other. The lovely and rather expensive nighty went to shreds under his manipulations, leaving it barely draped over her curves. Things were going faster than anticipated and not necessarily as hoped-for.
She gasped when unexpectedly her archeologist snatched the cuffs from her fingers, clamping one end to one of her wrists holding it aloft.
With his mouth trapping her protest, Vala began to fight for domination. No way was she letting him ruin her long planned seduction...okay... at this point it was no longer a seduction, but more of a battle and the question now was...just who would be the victor?
Arching into him, one knee wiggled its way between his legs as her free hand got a handful of his T-shirt. As expected Daniel loosened his hold on the fuzzy metal encased wrist in self preservation, knowing that knee was in dangerous territory.
His hand sliding down her arm stopped against her underarm, trying to leverage her back. "Uh uh."
His defensive grunt filled her mouth, she grinned against his teeth, pulled the T-shirt material free from the neckline, ripping it in half, hiked her knee against his groin and nearly laughed out loud when he jumped back...not far, mind you, but just enough.
The other fuzzed up pink cuff snapped onto his wrist as Vala flipped around - twirling him like a large and rather finely muscled ballerina - bringing the captured wrist, arm and all, behind his back. Using her now nearly naked body she shoved him face first against the door. "There now, isn't that better?" Breathless, she pressed into the taut skin of his back, his muscled arm trapped under the curve of her breasts.
Silent, breathing jagged, he didn't move a muscle.
"Now, darling, here is how this is going to go." Her voice was patronizing and just a tad sing-song. "Your bed...unlike mine, has the tiniest bit of space between the headboard and the frame. So. I'm going to find the key, which was tucked snuggly into my bodice, and I'm going to..."
It happened so fast she couldn't have been more surprised if Daniel had suddenly morphed into the Geico Gecko!
A key flashed before her eyes, and a click followed as she went flying nearly over his shoulder! Obviously he was free and he sent her sailing, tossing her on the bed. She squealed when he landed on top of her with one knee pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips, grabbed her arms and cuffed her to the bed...at the exact spot she had mentioned. Damn him anyway! "Daniel! This is supposed to be my party, you … you …. oh...my...god! Never mind!"