AN: Stalker is such a harsh word, I prefer the term "dedicated follower" xD Yep, Rory is 19 and Stephen turns 21 in this chapter! :)
Rated: M
Gifts
"Hip hip..."
"HOORAY!"
"Hip hip..."
"HOORAY!"
"Hip hip..."
"HOORAY!"
The small crowd that had gathered around Stephen cheered as he smiled shyly. Thorpe clapped him on the back with a cheerful wish of "happy birthday," Callum gave him a hug telling him to enjoy being 21 cause it's a good age, Freddie gave him a quick hug, Boo gave him a small kiss on the cheek and Rory gave him a big kiss on the lips, arms around his neck. They broke happily and she whispered in his ear, sure that no one else could hear her. "I have two presents for you but one will have to wait until tonight." She leant away from him so that she could look him in the eyes, hers shining with a naughty gleam.
He smirked at her. "Well that's certainly something to look forward to." The hands on her waist suddenly went to her back as he pulled her back into the kiss. She reciprocated happily, forgetting the other people in the room.
"Hey, you two." They both turned to see Boo grinning at them. "Enough snogging, it's time for presents."
They smiled, Stephen blushing slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. They settled down on the couch next to each other as everyone settled around them. Thorpe gave him Shakespeare's collected works and told him to make his brain even bigger. Freddie gave him a new black jumper because his other one was starting to get a couple of holes in it. Boo gave him the entire collection of The Bill because, even though he was a real policeman now, he still enjoyed his cop shows. Callum handed him some paperwork with a "happy birthday" before laughing and handing him an ornamental 21 key. Rory gave him a kiss on the cheek before giving him a photo frame with a photo of the both of them in it. It was taken on her 19th birthday not that long ago and they were both laughing and smiling. He looked at the photo and then at her, his eyes soft. "Thank you." He gave her a quick kiss before the music started once more. The night wore on until the party reached its end. Thorpe pulled on his coat when it neared midnight and offered Freddie the use of his spare room just for one night due to the living room, and thus the couch, being covered in cans, sweet wrappers and various other party damage. She accepted and they left, with Boo and Callum calling it a night not long after. It wasn't long until Rory took Stephens hand and led him to the bedroom.
The second the door closed they were kissing again, tongues wrestling furiously for control. Their hands were in each other's hair, gripping and pulling as their mouths crashed against each other's. When his hands moved down to the hem of her top to pull it up, she pushed him away from her, her eyes dark with lust, the smile on her face devilish. He stumbled back, looking at her in bewildered amusement as she approached him, running her hands up his chest. She pushed him again, down onto the bed where he landed with a laugh. He propped himself up on his elbows, a smile on his face. "What are you doing?"
She grinned. "You'll see."
She went over to his wardrobe and opened it, revealing his uniform inside. She reached inside one of the pockets and produced a key which she then set down on the dresser. She opened one of his drawers and pulled out the handcuffs she had seen with his uniform on several occasions.
"I don't think we've ever fully taken advantage of your uniform yet."
She placed the handcuffs on her finger and began swinging them around in a circle as she approached the bed. His breathing had become heavy when he watched her get the handcuffs, the anticipation of what was to follow becoming difficult to bear. She put the cuffs in her mouth and crawled onto the bed, never taking her eyes from Stephen. He was still propped up on his elbows, unable to move, stuck in place by the sight of Rory approaching him like a prowling lioness stalking her prey. She straddled him and ran her hands over his still clothed chest, pushing him from his elbows until he was fully lain on the bed. She took his hands, lacing her fingers through his, and raised his arms above his head to the metal framed headboard. She held both of his hands there with only one of hers as she took the handcuffs from her mouth. He could've very easily gotten out of the situation and they both knew it. They both also knew that he didn't want to get out of it. She opened the cuffs and closed one around one of his wrists before threading them around a bar and trapping his other wrist like she did the first. She looked down at him and raised her eyebrows.
"Is this ok?"
The smile he gave her answered her question. "Yes, dear God, yes."
She grinned and removed his glasses, gently placing them on the bedside table. He smiled up at her before she caught his lips in another kiss, her hands on his cheeks. She moved her kisses to his neck, onto his throat and down to his collar bone as he hands moved down. He kept gasping her name, gently pulling against his restraints in a fruitless, desperate bid to hold her. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest as she went, trailing her fingers down the thin line of hair he had and over his nipples. She paid special attention to them, sucking and biting them, as he had done to hers many times before. He threw his head back, still moaning her name, the sound warming her body. She crawled back up his body and kissed him, grinding her hips against his which made him moan into her mouth. She broke the kiss and he spoke, his voice a hoarse whisper. "So is this the other present that had to wait?"
"Yes it is. Happy 21st."
"Remind me to return the favour one day." He indicated the handcuffs by glancing up at them and gently pulling on them before smirking at Rory. Her brain went into overload. Oh my God, me handcuffed to the bed? Completely at Stephens mercy? Yes, yes and yes again. Ok, breathe Rory. Breathing is important.
She chuckled. "Don't worry. I will." She kissed him again before sitting up and slowly, teasingly lifting her top over her head and throwing it to the other side of the room. It was only now that he realised she hadn't been wearing a bra. He allowed his head to fall back again as she ran her hands over his chest and his body to his now very tight jeans. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly as he thanked God for giving him the greatest gift of all: Rory Deveaux.