A/N: Have another installment, because why not?!
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7) Half Dressed
"Susan I don't want to wait for you." Jonathan whines as Susan starts to do up her black pinafore dress.
"Sorry angel." She hums slightly as a tendril of hair pins itself into place.
"What if I don't want to be an angel today?" She glances at the looking glass to see her lover staring at her with a smile that once made her shudder. Only now it serves to make her heat up, her insides coiling with anticipation. "What if I want to be a devil?" He whispers in her ear and makes her shiver.
"But I'm not dressed." She gestures to the neatness of her outfit, maintaining her cool outer façade.
"You seem to have a wardrobe malfunction." He smiles at her again, knife drawn.
"Don't you dare Jonathan, you can strip me if you so wish but if I tear another dress Mrs Gaiter is going to fire me." She hisses and watches as he reluctantly puts the blade away.
"Who says I need to strip you then?" He grins at her again and bounds towards her to kiss her hard. Susan plays along with her whimsical lover. "Stop time please Miss Sto Helit." She clicks her fingers and the world slows to a halt. But it only speeds Jonathan up. He kisses down from her lips, biting at her neck, oh so he was in a rough mood, well Susan might not fight for dominance this morning. Indulging her maniac, she moaned appreciatively when he kissed her neck, stopped by the blouse which frustrated him, but she was more concerned where his hands were, drawing the hem of the dress up.
"Joooon." She whines slightly as his fingers brush over her thigh.
"You have too many layers on woman." He growls, finally feeling her bare skin after what felt like eons of fighting fabric. But she's closed her eyes and happily surrendered herself to his touch. She's leaning against her vanity now as Jonathan's fingers glide her over her body, feeling her body react to his touch, feeling the wetness and heat around his fingers. He's frantically unbuttoning himself while she's muttering his name faster and faster.
"Jonathan please." She's gasping by now, grasping his curls and dragging it so he's looking in her eyes, reading the desperation. He kisses her, overjoyed that he can reduce the great Sto Helit to a begging pleading mess.
He lifts her thighs over his as he kneels on the vanity stool. He slides into her willing body, smirking as she calls out, nails digging into his clothed shoulders. She cries out his name and feels his teeth bite against her neck.
"Susan please." He murmurs hoarsely. His prim governess never usually let him have morning sex, especially so close to her seeing the children. She lets out a whimper and nods frantically; Jonathan almost curses as he fights through the fabric to press against her clit, rubbing small circles that make her head tip back and she screams his name.
He feels her body tighten in his arms and around him, drawing his own orgasm. His head drops to her shoulder and she whines softly as he withdraws.
"How do I let you do that to me?" She moans as he hands a cloth to clean up a little. "You've ripped my underwear!" She cries out in annoyance, which doubles when he smirks. Her hair is sorting itself once more into the neat bun of a stern governess while her lover is resting on the bed, trousers still undone but otherwise an impeccable assassin once more.
"Well you had a wardrobe malfunction…" He draws off as Susan leans over him.
"You're forgetting Mr Teatime, that I can do this." In a flicker her latent powers are present and she snaps her fingers, drawing his limbs to each corner of the bed. "I hope you had no plans to day darling." She grins just as darkly as he does and stalks out of the door, forgetting her sliced underwear in the process.