Hi guys!:) To my defense, this was totally unplanned! lol But I was skyping with negschainsaw and mentioned that this could be turned into an "M" and we were discussing how and then she said what basically is gonna happen here. lol And she also said: "Make him moan!" which amused me to no end. So all of Niles' moans are dedicated to you!;) Also, this is for Triple L who loves reading my crappy "M" stuff. lol I certainly hope you'll enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, it is, however their fault (and the fault of the actors) that they have this special...effect...on me. lol

Instinctively she rolled to her side and pressed her body against his back, her arm wrapping around his waist. It was nice to feel the comfort and warmth of another body again, so nice that, for the time being, she forgot that it was her supposed nemesis. She let out a sigh, her breath washing over his neck and felt him stiffen immediately. She could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, wondering if she was asleep, wondering if this was just another prank. Maybe it was because the darkness had always brought out her emotional side or maybe because she refused to be denied by two men on the same day, but she was determined not to let him get away. He had reacted to her advances earlier on, why would now be any different? Her left hand began to caress his torso which, to her surprise, she had found to be clad in nothing. Just the warmth of his skin, soothing beneath her fingers. She continued to trace his chest, drawing invisible lines over his sinews and muscles and, with another sigh, she pressed her lips against his neck.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, his voice raspy, thus destroying all of his attempts to appear indifferent.

"Something that's better than the movie," she replied, her teeth softly grazing his shoulder.

She playfully bit his shoulder and he groaned, unable to even pass off a simple sound as anything but pleasure.

"You're crazy," he muttered, praying that she would come to her senses, while secretly longing for the delicious game to continue.

He moved to lie on his back, pushing her away but she didn't accept his refusal and instead lifted herself up and propped herself up on her arms, hovering above him.

"You know the rules, Butler Boy, now play by them." she whispered, her light-blue eyes sparkling in the dark.

Apparently that was all it took for him to cave and he moved to capture her lips so hastily that she lost her balance and their bodies crashed against each other. His teeth were roughly teasing her lips and she moaned, trying to bruise his with the same force as both were struggling for dominance. He effortlessly flipped her over, secretly enjoying the brief look of fear in her eyes, before determination took over once more. #

"Are these your rules, Babcock?" he asked, grinding his body against her while his fingers were flying over her blouse, rapidly undoing the buttons.

"No rules," she breathed, her chest rising and falling, almost as if craving the touch of his hand "just us."

And then his mouth was on her skin, devouring her flesh, drawing a burning trail down the valley between her breasts and to her stomach. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, arching her back to force his lips into closer contact. He suddenly broke away, taking her in intently and smirking when it suddenly crossed his mind that she looked even looser than she had done with the guy in the elevator.

"Don't think," she almost pleaded, raising a trembling hand to his cheek "touch me."

His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden display of vulnerability but he couldn't really deny her. Not when she was willingly giving herself to him, not when he could see the goose bumps spreading across her body and her nipples which had hardened in anticipation. She saw a warmth in his eyes, a deep affection that rendered her breathless for a moment. But then his hot lips were on her breasts, nipping on them and air returned to her lungs with all the sharpness of a hundred knives. Despite his best efforts she still shivered and he met her lips again. This time with the gentle touch of a lover, not that of a mere one-night-stand. She moaned against his lips and then whimpered when she felt his hand disappear underneath the fabric of her panties. He never quite touched her, his fingers only brushing over her most sensitive part but the teasing was enough to make her beg for more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer and for a moment the increased contact made her see black but then he pulled away, resisting the force of her legs and sat panting, his boxers barely enough to contain him. She slowly rose to kneel in front of him on the bed and kissed him tenderly again, playing with the slightly moist hair at the nape of his neck.

"I think we've been here before," she commented, letting out her sultry laugh and grinning when she saw him twitch again.

She ran her fingertips down his body at an agonizingly slow pace until she hooked them at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. She took him in her hand and he groaned when her skilled fingers trailed up and down the length of his shaft.

"You're not resisting now," she remarked, her eyes sparkling triumphantly.

"I didn't want to resist then." he replied, his voice strained.

"Coward," she muttered, her massaging movements becoming rougher.

"Witch," he choked out.

"I hate you," she hissed.

"No, you don't." he contradicted and simultaneously both of them stopped and then threw themselves in each other's arms, kissing fiercely.

This annoying, infuriating man always managed to get under her skin, and right now, that's where she wanted to have him. Both of them were battling again, too stubborn and proud to admit defeat and as hands roamed freely and moans became louder they suddenly lost their balance and tumbled off the bed. C.C. tried not to laugh, but a small smile was tugging at the corner of her mouth. Niles, lying on the floor on his back kicked off his boxers and pulled her to lie on top of him.

"Truce?" he asked.

"Truce." she agreed and taking him in her hands she slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding him inside her.

Both groaned at the first touch when waves of pleasure ruptured through their bodies. And then C.C. slowly began to ride him, her hips making circular movements as he continued to push himself up and thrust inside her. Their movements were almost synchronized and their bodies fit as if they were made for each other. Niles increased the pace as his breathing became ragged and his words incoherent. C.C. finally just leaned back, the palms of her hands resting on his strong thighs as he drew in and out of her in deep strokes.

"Oh God!" she finally cried out and completely let go and moments later she felt the tension rippling through his body, before he released himself.

A bead of sweat was pleasantly weaving its way between her breasts as she continued to sit on him until he, too, had calmed.

"You said you didn't want to resist earlier on," she calmly said as she shakily rose to her feet. He got up as well and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. "Then why did you?" she questioned, leaning into him.

"Because you were toying with me," he explained, smiling at her.

"Isn't that what we do?" she asked, kissing him gently.

"Yes, these are the rules of the games we keep playing." he sighed, holding her protectively in his arms.