Hey, everybody! Well, I'm back at university now, so updates might be hard to get done due to my workload (even though I know I update at a glacial pace anyway, and I can only apologise for that), but I will certainly give it my best shot to publish new content as much as possible! Anyway, here is the next oneshot. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Nanny, or any of the characters, settings, etc.

Limo

Or: "The Going Away Present"

"No kissing any British girls while you're over there."

Her request – or demand, depending on who asked – would have been a little more convincing as completely serious if it hadn't been spoken as a gasp on the end of a hitched breath.

Then again, she knew she found it hard to keep her voice level whenever she was in his lap and he had his lips pressed to her neck. And every time the limo stopped and started in the traffic, their bodies were pushed even more firmly together, and the friction was almost gloriously distracting.

But she'd started this game now, and she was determined to see it through. He was going away to London for a few days, and this would be their last opportunity until he got back.

She was going to make the very most of it.

Niles' words were almost growled against her throat, "What about Irish?"

She leaned down a little way, and planted little kisses on his cheek, "Nope. And that goes for Northern or Republic of."

He ran his hand up her thigh, dragging his mouth over her skin to reach her ear, before giving it one solitary nip on the lobe, "Hm. What about French?"

At this point, she was aching to turn and straddle him, but the game was getting interesting and leaving it now would deny her a completely different satisfaction, "Not if you want to live for longer than a day when you get back."

"Spanish, or Portuguese?" he suggested, his lips back on hers again between the nationalities.

Her own reply was also between kisses, "No and no."

"German? Dutch? Belgian?"

"I think we can basically discount all of Europe," she ran a hand downwards, settling it on his chest, and poked him over his heart. "So no Swiss, Austrians, Italians, or anyone else either side of the Mediterranean Sea."

The hand on her thigh slowed, tracing patterns between her leg and her hip thoughtfully, "What about tourists from further abroad? A lovely stranger all the way from South America? Brazil, or Argentina, perhaps?"

She looked him straight in the eye, liking the fact that she found his so dark, "That's where you'll have to run and hide to if you so much as even think about it."

His hand suddenly changed direction, dipping downwards, towards the inside of her thighs, "What about even further South? What if I run into a research scientist, on leave from studying in Antarctica?"

A bubble of scoffing laughter made its way up C.C.'s throat at such a suggestion, "Sure, Niles. If you meet a girl, probably a doctor, who came back from her very important work studying our world simply to get a piece of hot butler action, then sure. Go for it."

"Well, there's no need to be sarcastic about it," he pretended to huff, but the façade soon crumbled and he went back to their little game, his hand sliding back to her hip. "Anyway, that's three continents you've ruled out. What about Africa, Asia, or Oceania? Do they get a look-in?"

"Not even the slightest hint of a chance."

His hands went around her waist, and pulled her as close as possible, "And North America?"

She leaned in, so their faces were less than an inch apart, and murmured, "Even less of a chance than that."

Niles appeared to consider for a moment, and C.C. felt a wave of affection come over her; she was going to miss this when he wasn't there, the games they could play and all the fun they could have just to themselves…

"What about my mother?" he suddenly asked. "Am I allowed to kiss my mother, whom I haven't had the opportunity to see in person in years?"

Damn. She hadn't considered that angle.

It was lucky they were matched in wits and quick thinking as well as in physical matters.

She pretended to think, before speaking.

"Alright. But she's the exception," the hand that had been on his chest slid upwards, gently stroking his face as her fingertips edged into his hair. "And if you kiss her on the lips, all of this is over for a whole different reason, okay?"

"The day that thought enters my mind is the day I decide that those long years of being alone weren't quite so bad after all," he deadpanned, reaching up to grasp her hand in his. "I take it that from all of this, I'm supposed to conclude that the only other lips in the world that these ones are allowed to touch are yours?"

C.C. beamed, and entwined their fingers, "Hey, look at that; you've worked it out all by yourself!"

He smirked at her in reply, "It certainly seems that way, doesn't it?"

As if he were trying to prove a point, he planted one more gentle, loving kiss on her lips.

"Are there any other unreasonable instructions you want me to carry out while I'm gone?" he asked, releasing her hand to tuck a lock of hair that had come loose behind her ear.

She pursed her lips, thinking, before turning a little to dive into her purse, on the seat next to her. Where she had been sat when the journey started, she thought to herself amusedly.

She brought out a scrap of paper, which she then handed to him, "Well…maybe not unreasonable, but I did tell Nanny Fine the reason I was doing this was so I could give you a list of things to pick me up at Duty Free."

Niles peered at the list, and then gave her an unimpressed look.

"L'air Du Temps? Really?" he gestured with the paper. "You don't even wear it!"

"I had to think of something, and it was the first thing that came to mind, okay? And it'll look suspicious if you come back without it," she flicked the list with one long finger in response, before returning to the task of rearranging her purse.

"Fine, I'll be safe and pick some up. Let's see, what else…" he relented, continuing to scan down the paper. He then looked up again, less unimpressed and more unsure. "Cadbury's?"

She dumped her purse back on the seat and smiled at him, "A large amount, please. You can't find stuff like that anywhere in this city."

"I'll see how much they allow me to have on my way back," Niles nodded, putting the list away in his jacket pocket. "And the same goes for everything else on this list, alright?"

She leaned in towards him, hand falling back to slowly rubbing his chest as she batted her eyes, "I'll pay you back, I promise."

A spark of mischief flashed in his eyes, "You'd better. And your payment had better involve at least a third of the chocolate."

"We'll just have to see about that, Hazel," she nudged his head with hers playfully. "It all depends on how much you bring back."

He smiled, "I'll bring back as much as I can. My little way of making up for not being able to bring you with me."

"Never mind about that," she shook her head, and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth before cocking her head to one side. "Who knows? Maybe I'll get to go to the next one."

Niles chuckled lightly, "I certainly hope so."

From out of the corner of her eye, C.C. could see the traffic getting worse. Through the dimmed windows of the limo, she could make out the shapes of other cars surrounding them and not moving.

She supposed it was good that they had time before Niles was due to be at the airport. In more ways than one, too.

The game had come to an end, but there was still one satisfaction not yet fully achieved.

She wound her arms around his neck. "Well, seeing as we've got the ground rules for your trip laid down and we have a little time to kill…how about I let you have your going away present now?"

Niles quirked an eyebrow, "I'm intrigued. What is it?"

She couldn't help but smirk at his expression.

"Me," she purred, slipping her coat off onto the floor and sliding her legs either side of his hips. "Why don't you go ahead and unwrap, and start enjoying?"

He grinned, hands wandering up her torso and massaging over her breasts, toying at the buttons on her blouse, "Such a generous gift. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

C.C.'s own hands skimmed down his front, heading directly for his belt, "I'm sure you'll think of something…"

She closed the gap between them in another heated kiss, fingers prising open his buckle. It deepened to the point where she barely acknowledged her blouse being pulled open, and what she did notice of it, she didn't care. All that mattered was being with him one more time before he had to go away.

It would only be for a few days, but they'd still have a lot of catching up to do when he came back.