Baby Grands
Gotham
Nygmakins
4 - Sharp
Everything about their world felt like nothing but sharp edges all the time – words and weapons used interchangeably. Lee Thompkins used that angle brush to paint on eyeliner wings sharp enough to cut a man and always flawlessly edged her lipstick. Edward Nygma comprised his entire aesthetic of only the most perfect lines: the suit, the glasses, the hair – only the bowler had a round edge. The two of them fit together in public like one of those star puzzles. Straight edges fit together only when set against each other in exactly the right way. However, here, in the privacy of a hotel room with staff who couldn't care less about names or faces, the edges faded like a pastel drawing.
Here, only curves mattered to them. Ed… the Riddler – a man infamous for shooting, stabbing, strangling – held the woman he loved with the softest touch. His leather-gloved fingertips trailed effortlessly across her cheekbones, the ones she contoured to look like ceramic ridges. Lee only felt soft leather as those hands slid to the curve of her neck. The corners of her purple painted lips turned up and there went those perfect lines as his mouth crashed into hers. Together, they fell back onto the white comforter and when they pulled apart, he had lipstick from his grin to his pristine shirt collar.
"Gorgeous," the Riddler practically purred into Lee's ear, tugging her earring a bit with his teeth.
One hand slid down her back, over her slinky dress, and gripped her ass firmly, palm and fingers squeezing into yielding flesh. In return, Lee's hand curled around the back of his neck. Her head tilted back as he held on tighter, almost hard enough to bruise. She enjoyed the sensation that bordered on pain – nothing too hard, though. Edward had gone for tonight, she knew. The Riddler's pupils blew wide when her free hand twisted in his shirt and she tossed her knee across his hips, placing herself on top.
"Hard already?" she teased him, rocking her hips deliberately and feeling the answer to her own question beneath her. "Don't tell me we're in for a short night tonight…"
His hand gripped her dress instead of her ass now, yanking her off him perhaps a touch harder than he meant to, but she giggled in a tempting fashion.
"By the time I'm through with you," the Riddler rasped, mirroring what she had done and pushing the evidence of his arousal hard between her legs. "You'll wish we had stopped in an hour."
The dress already had a slit up to her thigh, and he used this to his advantage. He pulled his favorite knife from his trouser pocket and she heard more than felt that first seam give way. The following rip shook Lee to her core. She hadn't cared that much about the dress, but she had never seen this side of the Riddler before. Instead of mind games, he had actually just ripped her entire dress open up the front.
"You know," he started, grabbing her ass near-roughly again and grinning at her. "I absolutely adore it when you wear black lace. Never could let these go."
He slid the tip of the knife between the lace of her thong and her skin. Lee panted hard, her hips shivering more than rocking now. She loved the feeling of cold, sharp metal against the soft skin in the hollow of her hip. Locking eyes with him, she took hold of his wrist and forced him to press down just a tiny bit harder, not quite enough to break skin but enough to threaten. For half a second, she saw Ed reappear in his eyes, widening behind his glasses as he tried to make himself pull the knife away. Lee only smiled, keeping their gazes together, and kept her hand in place.
"Lee, it's sharp," his deep voice nearly wavered. "Are you sure?"
The smeared purple lips curved upwards again and she guided his hand once more, sliding the edge of the knife carefully further into her panties. The Riddler's leather gloves contrasted with cold metal, gliding over her softest skin. His lips, still covered in lipstick from her kiss, traveled across the warm skin of her stomach, following the knife's path. When his tongue emerged and touched her for the first time tonight, even over her panties, she let out a wavering cry.
"Sometimes it's nice when it's sharp, isn't it?" he let her feel his hot breath as he purred between her thighs. "But these are too nice for that."
She had almost hoped he was going to snap that blade right through the elastic holding her panties around her hip bone but could see his point. Lee Thompkins never thought she would panting, half-crazed with lust, and rolling her eyes at Ed Nygma at the same time, but there she went. He set the knife aside and hooked his fingers into that black lace waistband he loved so much. This, he rolled down over her hips and Lee arched helpfully to let them slide down her thighs. He didn't bother to pull them down anymore once he reached her knees, simply letting them drop. They hung onto one ankle as he seized both her knees and pushed them apart.
"So sweet," he said more to himself before he let his tongue have at the wetness glistening between her legs.
For a break from the world that dealt in harm as currency, it felt good to make her scream in absolute pleasure in the smallest hours of the morning. He kept his hands gentle on the curves of her hips, steadying her as he delved his tongue deeper, tasting all of her that he could reach. Yes, she tasted sweet, with something sharp like salted caramel. Lee cried out then bit down on her faded-purple lower lip to stifle herself. For a moment, Ed paused. She always let out the sharpest sounds at the feelings she loved most.
