Hey, everyone! I finally got around to this next oneshot. It's taken me a while because one of you guys suggested that I add a couple of more oneshots involving Niles and C.C.'s wedding night and their honeymoon as well. I thought that was a great idea so that's what I've done! There are now two more oneshots left in this series, and when they are up, I hope you guys enjoy them as much as the others. I'll also be getting back to Personal Guardian Demon very soon, as well as getting some new ideas I have ready to start writing.
This chapter is another M-rated one, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Nanny, any of its characters, settings, etc.
Penthouse
Or: "A Night in for Newlyweds"
The front door just about slammed with the lazy shove he gave it – it was all he could manage; his arms were mostly full. And he couldn't be more thrilled about that if he tried.
C.C. had protested – playfully, of course – when he'd insisted on picking her up to carry her over the threshold, but now she was grinning all over her face and giggling as he held her. That just so happened to be the way he most liked to see her, but now it had the added benefit of him being able to look into her eyes and call her his wife.
She'd called him a sap when he'd said this aloud, and then told him to open the door.
All in all, this was definitely a perfect end to what had been a rather bizarre night, to start off with. After the wedding had taken place and Mrs Sheffield had given birth, the next…announcement had taken them both rather by surprise. The doctors had wanted to keep them both in for observations after they'd fainted, but C.C. must have slipped them a couple of hundreds from her purse because all of a sudden, they were being told there was nothing wrong with them and that they could leave whenever they were ready.
And they were more than ready to leave.
He could only speak for himself, but he was rather eager to start his new life as a very happily married man. And an expectant father.
No man could ask for more, in his opinion.
"Are you gonna put me down, or are we spending the night here?"
His wife's – his wife's! – voice snapped him back to the present, and he gave her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, love. I got a little caught up in the moment."
He set her back on her feet, but she left her arms wound around his neck as she leaned in to give him a passionate, lingering kiss.
"Well, I suppose I can't blame you for that," she smirked as she pulled away from the kiss. "It's easy to get distracted by things at your age."
Niles pretended to look unimpressed, but his words were growled, "As long as it doesn't happen to you when I take you into the bedroom, we'll be fine."
He then dipped his head and pulled her towards him again, starting to pepper her neck and collarbone with kisses. He could hear C.C. chuckling in his ear as they began to shuffle into the living area, and she nipped at his skin before pulling away to push him onto the sofa, half straddling his lap.
"No one's gonna be taking anyone anywhere just yet," she purred, kissing him a few more times and stroking one finger down his chest before getting back to her feet. "Wait right there and get comfortable; I have something for you."
Her sultry tone sent a twitch to Niles' groin, and he looked intrigued.
"Really?" he queried teasingly, trying to control his breathing. "What could this something possibly be?"
"You'll see," C.C. grinned as she began to head for the bedroom door. She was probably perfectly aware that he was watching her hips swaying from side to side as she moved. "I was actually going to save it for your birthday. But, in light of recent events, it's occurred to me that I won't fit in it by then…"
She actually stopped, and turned around to look at him again.
"So, what other, better time to wear it, than on our wedding night?"
The noise in Niles' throat was almost as animal-like as it was strained, "Go get it, right now."
C.C. blew him a kiss in return, and disappeared through the bedroom door.
In the time that followed, Niles kicked off his shoes and practically ripped off his jacket and tie, undoing his top button as well. They couldn't have wine or champagne – now that they knew what they knew, they'd have to scale back the drinking – but he could dim the overhead lighting just a tad, and light the candles on the coffee table.
They were celebrating, and that demanded exactly the right atmosphere.
And it was made completely perfect when C.C. stepped back out and leaned in the doorway, her hair loose around her shoulders, and clad only in the shortest silk nightie he had ever seen – deep indigo in colour, and with thin straps he was just aching to pull down and reveal her breasts, her hips, everything…
He had to swallow his groan as she wandered over, the light from the candles catching off the material, and he could really see just how well the garment hugged at her curves.
This was his wife. She was really all his…he couldn't believe his luck!
As she came to stand in front of him, C.C. turned this way and that for him to admire the view from each and every single angle, stroking her hands up and down her hips.
"You like it?"
Obviously, there was a very straightforward answer. But that just wouldn't have been them.
She was teasing him near-mercilessly, so he was going to give as good as he was getting.
He had to steel himself, but he managed to shake his head, "I don't like it."
This caught C.C. by surprise, and her hands fell back to her sides as she took on the position of someone who was close to asking what was wrong with what she was wearing, and couldn't he have just lied and said that he did like it?
"You don't?"
"No," he replied, keeping his voice level and reclining back slightly in his seat. "In fact, I think you should take it off immediately."
That was when it must have struck her what he meant, and her very slight look of shock morphed back into her Cheshire Cat grin.
"Oh…" she moved to straddle him again, and ran her hands up and down his chest, massaging him. "Well, if you hate it that much, then perhaps you should take it off me yourself, Butler Boy?"
Niles leaned forward into her touch, moaning, "With pleasure, my dear."
And as their mouths closed the gap in a heated kiss, he lifted his hands from the sofa cushions to begin caressing his way up her legs, fondling and squeezing as he went and delighting in the moans that left her throat the further his hands wandered. But before he reached her hips, another idea struck him and he smiled into her lips.
Noting his expression, C.C. pulled away, eyebrow slightly raised, "What have you just thought of…?"
Niles smirked at her, and slid his one of his hands across her thigh so it they cupped the inside of her leg. He was very close to his goal; the gasp which left her lips when she realised what he was doing told him so.
Taking the nightie off would just have to wait.
"I've thought of a little surprise for my beloved wife," he replied playfully, teasing with his fingers as they crept ever upwards. And then when he realised there was something missing, his own eyebrows raised. "Or maybe she was expecting it, hm? No underwear…"
This word was punctuated with him cupping her in his hand, and a surprised, pleasured yelp from C.C., who wound her arms tighter around his neck in response, her legs spreading slightly.
He began to play over her outer folds, lightly stroking at them to start building her pleasure, and C.C. pushed her torso more firmly against his, her breathing hitching pleasantly.
He felt her bury her face in his shoulder when he finally slipped his fingers inside her and a loud groan sounded in his ear as he began to pump them in and out.
"Oh, Niles…" she breathed, pressing her lips against his neck and trying to speak again but only able to mumble incoherently as he pushed his fingers in further, using one to start circling her clit ever-so lightly. "Mm…oh…!"
He couldn't help it; he felt smug. Feeling his wife tremble against him as he pleasured her was outstanding – unrivalled in its feeling and its meaning.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled softly into her ear, biting down on her earlobe as his fingers continued their rhythmic pumping.
He felt her nod against his shoulder, her breathing catching as she rolled her hips against his hand, "Mhm, yes, oh God, don't stop…"
He wasn't intending to. In fact, the finger he was circling her clit with pressed against it harder, causing her to cry out, and rock herself back and forth against the feeling. He let her, continuing his steady pumping and relishing in her lips brushing his neck as her body tensed and her legs spread further apart for him.
"God, you're amazing…!" her nails dug into his shoulders as she dragged herself over his fingers.
He was too caught up in relishing her pleasure to respond. Her breath was panted against his skin, hard and fast as their movements sped up together, until there was no going back. She came with his name on her lips, and her fingers tangled in his hair.
As she came down from the blissful high, Niles gave her some moments to recover, sliding his fingers out and back down her legs, before wrapping his arms around her back and holding her close, kissing the side of her head and allowing her to just breathe. He could feel her heartbeat – her chest was pressed against his, and it was pounding beautifully.
He relaxed back against the sofa, trading light kisses with her whenever the mood caught them. They'd move things into the bedroom soon enough, but for the time being he was happy just to hold her.
"I love you," she murmured against his lips, her hand snaking away from his shoulders, back down his chest.
He wasn't paying so much attention to where her hand was going, even as it massaged down his chest and over his stomach.
He pecked her on the lips again, "I love you, too. So, what do you say if we-oh!"
His words were cut off as he felt his belt buckle come undone, and he looked down. Sure enough, his wife's nimble fingers had made their way to his trousers, and she was grinning at him like she was starving and he was a three-course meal.
"You were just about to say something, dearest husband of mine?" she asked, feigning innocence as she opened his fly and stretched her fingertips into his boxers.
It was Niles' turn for his breath to hitch when she did that, and C.C. grinned.
"You really are wicked, woman," he grunted as she pushed her fingers forward into his underwear, and started to stroke up and down his shaft. "You…were lulling me into a sense of false security…oh…!"
C.C. stroked him very slightly harder, unwinding her other arm from around his shoulders to caress it down his chest towards her goal, "I thought it was about time you were at my mercy, Hazel…"
Well, he was certainly that! She had one hand around his member, and was using the other to fondle his testicles – rubbing and touching, and she was clearly happy with the reaction it was producing in him, as he groaned loudly.
"Oh, yes..." he gripped at the sofa cushions, and at her legs and hips – he had to keep hold of something, the pleasure was making it difficult to think. "I'm…all yours…"
She leaned in close to him, brushing her lips against his as she slowed her hand movements, "That's exactly what I like to hear."
She silenced his whimper of protest at her slowing hands with a long, passionate kiss, and she pulled at his lower lip with her teeth as she returned to pleasuring him.
She has obviously been trying to prolong the experience for him just a little longer, but it was half torture, feeling the swelling build as she started to stroke him harder again…
And she leaned in to echo him, "You like that, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes," he answered immediately, his words choked out as she gave one particularly hard rub. "I love you, so much…"
"I love you, too," she murmured back, continuing her hand movements up and down his shaft, and apparently savouring every moan and twitch she was producing in him. "Come on, now; don't hold back, lover. It'll feel so good…"
He wanted to argue that what she was doing at that very moment felt good, too, but he was too far gone to do that. But he had been holding back, and he was looking forward to being able to pleasure her again. To peeling off that exquisite lingerie, and pleasuring her body with his hands and his mouth…
That thought, combined with her quickening movements, sent him over the edge, crying out her name and pressing his head and back against the sofa as his body tensed and he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through him. His heart was hammering in his chest, and C.C. removed her hands to wind them back around his neck and hold him while he recuperated.
Eventually, after he'd caught his breath back, he took his hands away from her and allowed her to slide back onto the seat next to him while he kicked away his trousers and boxers. He wouldn't be needing them in a few moments, anyway. Then he relaxed back against the sofa, and C.C. snuggled against his side, tucking her head under his chin.
"I know we've only been married…" he checked his watch, which he then removed and tossed onto the seat next to him. "Four and a half hours, but you are the best wife a man ever had."
"And you're the best husband," C.C. replied, reaching up and kissing him on the corner of his mouth. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Niles chuckled and rested his cheek on the top of her head, "Neither do I. But I hope you don't do it again – I couldn't abide sharing you with another version of me."
"You'd better hope and pray our baby is both a girl and like me, then," C.C. poked him in the chest. "Because they're gonna have to get some of my attention too, you know."
"I do know. And I can't wait to give them my attention, either," he took her by the hand, and kissed it on the palm. Then, having an idea, he released it and directed his own hand back to her thigh, sliding his other arm around her shoulders. "But just for now, I think we should direct our attention to other matters…"
His wife smirked in return, and guided his hand further up her thigh, "Hm, that does sound like a good idea…! I do seem to remember you saying something about taking me into the bedroom, before we got distracted…?"
Niles released her momentarily to lean forward and blow out the candles on the coffee table, "Well, at least your memory hasn't started to go just yet."
C.C. raised an eyebrow at him, frowning, "Careful, Scrub Brush; otherwise you won't be taking me in any sense of the phrase."
"Why do you sound more like you're challenging, rather than actually warning, me?" he leaned his chin in his hand, and his elbow on the back of the sofa, as he looked at her adoringly.
He was liking the darkening of her eyes, too, and her voice was low and husky when she spoke, mirroring his position on the sofa.
"Maybe because that's what I'm doing, Mr Brightmore."
"Then consider that challenge accepted," without warning, he scooped her up into his arms – bridal style, just like before, and nuzzled his head against hers as he stood up. "Mrs Brightmore."
C.C. tenderly stroked his cheek with her fingers as he carried her swiftly towards the bedroom, and Niles again got thinking about how lucky he was. They'd come so far from being enemies and now here they were, having their wedding night and laughing like they had never been anything other than in love.
It occurred to him that maybe they hadn't; they'd just been too stubborn to pay the feeling any attention.
But no matter. They had arrived at their bed, him having kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, and he was too busy laying C.C. down on the mattress to continue thinking about it.
The only moment he wanted to get caught up in right then involved finally taking off that nightie.
