A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIKI! Here it is: the last of your birthday surprises. random/cute/fluffy...kinky chapter hahaha and tried something a bit different in this chapter too... let me know if you want some more of that in the reviews ( you'll know what i mean when you read it) shout out to Chiara for Luigi ;) AND MILLIE FOR THE INSPIRATION AND BRAINSTORMING! woo. it's 2am. I have school in 6 hours and I'm hyper- sorrrryyy HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIKI I LUH YOU.
"Penny, you're so adorable!" Blake cried as she played with her dog on the carpeted floor of the lounge in her New York apartment.
"Uh, I didn't do anything," Penn said, confused as he walked in, not seeing Penny on the floor.
"Uhm. Not you," she laughed a little and held Penny up for him to see.
"Oh, I see how it is," he pouted.
Blake rolled her eyes and got up, with Penny on her arm, to greet him. She gave him a simple kiss on the lips and smiled at him. "I wasn't expecting you so early. How did you get in, anyway?"
"You keep a key under the doormat," he laughed at her- mocking the lack of security. "I mean, really, Blake?" he kept laughing and held the key out for her.
She just looked at him blankly. "Okay, so it wasn't my most imaginative thought," she snatched the key out of his hand and laughed a little at herself.
"No. It really wasn't," he chuckled and gently stroked Penny. "Babe, I think she needs some volumizing shampoo or something; she looks like a drowned rat."
Penny snarled at him.
"Penn, she can hear you, you know?" Blake dramatically covered Penny's ears. "Don't listen to him; he's just jealous. You are beautiful," she said in a baby voice as she smothered her dog in kisses and made a face at Penn.
"Well, that's not fair. Why does she get all the kisses?"
"Aww diddums."
"Just for the record, your hair looks, gorgeous, as always." He held her face in his hands and smothered her in kisses, just like she did with Penny.
Blake giggled and made a half-attempt to wriggle free. "Baby, you're gonna ruin my makeup."
"You don't need it," he smiled.
Blake changed the subject, feeling shy. "So, how are we getting to lunch then? Are you gonna drive?"
"Yeah, whatever you want. I can drive. But we're never making it for 2pm at this rate. Go and get ready!"
"Yes, daddy," she rolled her eyes and trudged off to her bedroom to get changed while Penn turned on the TV and made himself comfortable on the couch.
"Hi. Lively- party of three- 2pm," Blake said as they hurriedly entered the restaurant ten minutes late.
"Ah yes. Ms Lively is already seated. This way," the host made his way through the restaurant, leading them to the table where Robyn was already sitting, waiting for them.
"I thought you guys stood me up!"
Blake cringed when she saw her sister. "I'm so sorry. I lost track of time and took ages getting changed,"
"Don't worry," she smiled and kissed her sister on both cheeks, giving her a quick hug.
"Hey, Robyn," Penn smiled warmly and greeted her as Blake did.
They all sat down at a round table, immediately being waited on. They just got a bottle of water for the table while they looked through the menu and chatted. They all ordered different salads and went back to their conversation.
"So, are you guys doing anything for Halloween?"
"Just going to Ed and Chace's party…should be interesting," Penn answered.
"What's with the tone?" Blake laughed a little.
"Ooooh, first party together," Robyn interrupted.
"Yeah, I guess it'll be a little weird," he admitted. He knew what Ed and Chace's parties were like, and he knew they'd get him wrecked and he also knew there would be a lot of inappropriately clothed girls there. He had no interest in them, but he was already conscious about making an extra effort to avoid them when they were there.
"Why?" Blake asked. She hadn't thought about it at all.
"Well, you know how Ed and Chace like to party," Penn chuckled. "I've never been to a party with a girlfriend before."
Blake smiled slightly. She thought it was cute that he was worried about it. "Well I'd better keep an eye on you then," she winked and her sister laughed at how she evidently had Penn wrapped around her little finger. Everyone at the table knew Penn wasn't the type to look elsewhere, and definitely not with Blake on his arm, but Blake still enjoyed testing him.
"No need," he smiled sincerely. They exchanged a sweet glance before Blake went back on topic.
"Are you taking Baylen and Kate trick or treating?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Yes! I Skyped them today and oh my God, Kate looks adorable in her pumpkin costume and Baylen has a Hulk suit; Bart and I taking them with a few of their friends."
Blake squealed at the mention of Kate in a pumpkin costume. "Awh, I'm so jealous," she pouted. "I wish I could come with you guys."
"I'll bring them with me to New York the next time I come, if you guys are up for babysitting for a few days?"
"Would love to," Penn smiled. "Get the practice in early!"
They all laughed together, but Blake was reading deeper into it. She hoped it was a little more than just a humorous passing comment. Although she was young, she always knew she wanted a family, and she'd always wanted to be a fairly young mother; mid to late twenties. She had it all planned out, and although it was too early to admit it, Penn was part of that plan. She stared into her glass of water, smiling to herself.
Penn waved his hand in front of her and they laughed as Blake snapped out of her daydream.
"Sorry," she laughed at herself. "I would love to have them over for a while. Whenever. I already miss them and we barely just got back from LA! I can't promise you'll get them back, though."
"Hey, get your own," she winked at her sister and Blake rolled her eyes shyly.
Penn cleared his throat quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable. "So, how did your meeting go this morning?" he asked Robyn and took a sip of his water. "New movie, right?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Murder Dot Com. It's just a small role but it's a pretty interesting concept, and Bart's already attached to it, so it means we could have the kids with us."
"That sounds ideal. Are you any closer to making a commitment yet?"
"We'll see. But I think so!"
"When are you going to have a break? You've been working non-stop," Blake asked seriously.
"Well…"
Blake raised her eyebrows, waiting for her to spill it. "Well what?"
"I'm probably going to have about nine months off, soonish."
Penn's eyes widened and Blake choked on a bit of garlic bread. "What?!"
"It's still early days," Robyn smiled.
"Wow, congratulations!"
"Thank you," she smiled at Penn.
Blake's mouth was still agape. "Don't joke with me, Robyn…"
Robyn simply shrugged as if to say 'I'm not'. "Robyn!" She squeaked and grabbed her hand excitedly, not knowing what to do with herself. Penn watched her adoringly. He liked kids and always assumed he'd have some of his own one day, but he never thought about it much before he met Blake. She lived for her nieces and nephews and watching her with them and seeing her face when they were mentioned only made him fall in love with her more.
"Shh… relax," she laughed at her. "I haven't even had my first scan yet."
"But still! Can I come with you?"
"Sure," she smiled. "I'd love you to come."
"You should have probably waited 'til the end of the meal to tell her that," Penn laughed. "You've set her off now."
"Oi," Blake nudged him. "You don't get it."
"No, I do," he nodded slightly. "I think it's adorable."
"Well it's lucky the food's here to distract her," Robyn winked at Blake and gestured to the waiter bringing their plates.
Much to Blake's displeasure, the topic of Robyn's pregnancy was mostly avoided while they ate and they just chatted casually until they were finished. Their plates were being cleared when Penn's phone buzzed.
"I'm really sorry, guys, I'm gonna have to skip out early on you; I said I'd meet a friend at four. I completely forgot." He rubbed his head frustratedly, trying to figure out what to do about getting Blake back home.
"Oh, don't worry, babe."
"You want me to leave you my car?" He got his keys out. "I'll just take the subway."
"It's alright, Penn. I'll take her home. Doesn't make any difference to me," she smiled genuinely.
"You sure?"
Robyn nodded. "Yeah, it's no problem."
"Thanks, Robyn." He got up and kissed her cheek. "Good seeing you."
"You too, Penn."
"I'm sorry, babe. I'll see you tonight. Are you gonna be home?"
"It's fine. Go have fun," she smiled. "Uhm, maybe. Depends what time."
"Alright. Where did you put the spare key?"
"Oh shoot," she squeezed her eyes shut. "I forgot to put it back. It's inside," she laughed. "This is your fault for mocking me about it."
Penn rolled his eyes. "We'll find somewhere safe for it tomorrow. Text me when you're home. Love you." He kissed her delicately on the lips and pushed his chair in.
"Love you, too," she said as she watched him turn to leave and wave goodbye to Robyn.
Robyn waited for Penn to leave before confronting her sister.
"Wait, Penn doesn't have a key to your apartment?"
"No… why? I don't have a key to his," she tried to justify it.
"But you guys spend most of your time at yours anyway, right?"
"Right…but…"
Robyn raised her eyebrow and laughed.
"Don't laugh," Blake whined. "Isn't it too soon?"
"Well, I'm not suggesting you move in together, but the poor guy has to ring your doorbell, for Christ's sake."
Blake ran her fingers through her hair. "You think I should give him a key with his birthday presents?"
"What do you think? It all depends on how comfortable you are with it. I was just surprised because it seems as though you guys are already at that stage of your relationship."
"Well, I guess so… I've just been nervous about bringing it up."
"Maybe his birthday is a good opportunity. Take's a little of the pressure off."
"Hmm…" Blake thought about it. She knew her sister had a point. There really wasn't any reason for Penn not to have a key.
Blake and Penn walked into Ed and Chace's party dressed up as Luigi and Princess Peach from Super Mario Kart, in high spirits, and ready to celebrate Halloween, as well as Penn's birthday. Their costume ideas came from a long night of Mario Kart on the Wii, where Penn pointed out that Blake resembled Princess Peach. She took it as a compliment and decided that Penn's cheekiness reminded her of Luigi.
They greeted everyone as they came in and Leighton tore herself away from Sebastian to wrap Blake in a hug. "Hey, Princess!"
"Princess Peach," Blake smirked at her.
"Is this some video game geekiness or something I should know…?"
"Both!" she laughed. "Mario Kart."
"Oh," Leighton nodded sarcastically and Blake slapped her shoulder.
"You look hot, Superwoman. Dressing to impress?" she hovered her eyes over Leighton's exposed chest and then subtly looked towards Sebastian who was now chatting with Penn in a corner.
"And so what if I am, Miss Judgemental."
"Hey, no judgement. I don't blame you," she giggled and held her hands up in defence.
"You came as Serena?" Jessica said as she tipsily walked over to the girls.
"No! Come on, guys. I thought everyone knew Princess Peach. Big blonde hair, crown, puffy pink dress?"
"Ooooh…"
"Well, anyway, Princess Jasmine. You look good."
"Thank you, thank you," she raised her glass to her. "Want one?"
"Uhm… no," Blake laughed softly. "I think I'll pass for now."
"Suit yourself. Staying sober for what you have planned for later?"
"Excuse me?" Blake laughed.
"Well, it's Penn's birthday, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but I just have a day trip planned for tomorrow," she smiled nervously, wondering what they were getting at.
"Ok, but what about tomorrow night?" Leighton asked shamelessly.
"Leighton!"
"You have to dress up," Jessica offered.
Blake looked between the two of them, mortified. She definitely wasn't that confident, kinky kind of girl, and being ambushed about her plans for her boyfriend's birthday made her uncomfortable, to say the least, but thanks to the vodka-buzz, neither Jess nor Leighton had any intentions of going easy on her.
"Guys, I don't have anything to dress up in. It's not happening."
"You're not gonna give the poor guy some birthday sex?!" Leighton said a little too loudly. Blake's eyes widened, hoping no one heard.
"No! Well, yes, but- Oh my God! Why am I explaining this to you!"
"Well, if it's the get-up that's the problem, I have a sexy cop outfit you can borrow," Jess volunteered.
"Ew," Blake cringed a little at the thought of Jess using it. "No thank you."
"What? It's clean!"
"No, really, it's fine," Blake laughed awkwardly.
"What are you lovely ladies talking about?" Penn said as he snuck up behind Blake, wrapping his arms around her.
Leighton opened her mouth, "Oh just-"
"-just about what inspired our costumes," Blake finished off for her.
"Totally," Jess nodded. "Costumes."
Blake shot Jess a look.
"Oh cool. Can I borrow my girlfriend for just a second?"
"Sure," the girls both said in unison before Leighton took hold of Blake's arm and whispered, "catch ya later, officer Lively," into her ear.
"I hate you," Blake glared at them jokily as she walked off with Penn.
A few hours later, Blake was sat on a slightly-intoxicated Penn's lap, on a couch with a few others. They were all just chatting casually when Blake checked her phone for the time. – 23:58
Not too long later, she hopped off his lap and he looked up at her, wondering why. "What's up?"
"Come on," she smiled and helped him off the couch by the straps of his Luigi dungarees.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere," she smirked, standing there with him, surrounded by everyone else.
'3…2…1… HAPPY 21st, BADGLEY!' the whole apartment erupted into cheers, and Penn stood there, stunned.
"Happy birthday, baby." She took his green hat off his head and kissed him. He smiled into her lips and held her tight. It was nice to know that everyone remembered- especially Blake.
"Wow. Thank you, guys." Penn raised a Corona bottle. "Here's to getting absolutely shitfaced in the name of legal drinking!"
"Oh God," Blake laughed at him. "Don't be a hero."
"It's fine, you're designated driver," Penn winked at her.
Blake rolled her eyes at him and kissed his cheek. "Go have fun, Luigi."
It was the morning of Penn's birthday, and Blake was already up, preparing breakfast for him- his favourite: waffles with maple syrup and chocolate chips with coffee, and she made waffles with berries for herself. No matter how hard she tried to sleep in with him, she couldn't contain her excitement and got out of bed at 7:30 to make sure everything was perfect with his presents before she started on breakfast. Penn, on the other hand, was still deadout from the night before and was asleep, getting some much-needed rest for the day Blake had planned for him.
"Good morning, birthday boy," she said softly as she crept into the bedroom with breakfast. The smell of the waffles, more than anything, woke him up and he turned onto his back and smiled when he saw her.
"Hey. Wow. You really went all-out. This is amazing," he said as he sat up and Blake put the breakfast tray on his legs and kissed him. "This all for me?" he joked.
"It may be your birthday, but don't be greedy." She got in bed with him and started tucking into her waffles. "Sorry I woke you so early, but I was way too excited to wait any longer."
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you did," he said sincerely with a mouthful of waffle.
"Hungry?" she laughed at the pace at which he was finishing off his plate.
"Mhmm," he nodded.
"Well, the sooner you finish, the sooner you get your presents!" she grinned like a kid, as if it were her own birthday.
"Oh, plural, huh?"
"You bet."
Not too long later, they'd finished breakfast and were sitting up in bed, laughing about the night before when Blake decided she couldn't take the suspense anymore.
"You ready for your gifts?" she beamed.
"I am indeed. I'm intrigued!"
Blake hurried off and came back with one medium sized box, wrapped up, with three small boxes sitting on top. "Open this one first!" she tapped on the larger box.
Penn hesitated for a second, wondering what it could be, before he began tearing at the tightly-wrapped paper. His eyebrows raised when he saw the famous crown emblem on the lid of the dark mahogany box. He stopped unwrapping for a moment and looked at Blake, speechless.
"No… Blake… are you- you can't be-"
"Just open it!" Blake said impatiently.
Penn opened the lid of the box, uncovering a gold, Rolex Daytona Cosmograph watch, with a brown alligator strap. His eyes were fixed on the dials, trying to find the giveaway that it was fake. "Where did you get this?!"
"Uhm…Rolex?" she giggled, watching his face.
"But. Do you have any idea how expensive these things are?"
"Do you have any idea how much you go on about wanting one?"
"I didn't think you'd buy me one! Wow, baby, I have no idea what to say. This is unbelievable. Thank you so much." Penn leant over and smothered her cheek in kisses while he hugged her.
"You're welcome, baby."
"Oh, Daytona… I see what you did there," he laughed.
"I had to," she smirked. "Try it on!"
Penn wasted no time getting the watch out the box and locked onto his wrist. He twisted his arm round, admiring it from different angles. "Wow… I own a rolex," they laughed together.
"Ok, you can stare at that later. Open this one." She handed him a palm-sized box, and waited anxiously for him to open it.
Penn took the lid off the make-shift box and saw a vaguely familiar homemade bracelet, made of thin, pink thread and blue beads, with white, cube-shaped beads in the middle, stamped with letters spelling out 'Blake'.
Penn had a perplexed look on his face and he looked up at a smug Blake, who was waiting to see if he remembered.
"Is this…?"
Blake nodded furiously with a huge grin on her face.
Flashback
"Penn, come on. Just go inside," Lynn urged her twelve year old son who was nervously waiting in the car, watching a bunch of kids enter Blake's house.
"Mom, she's gonna hate it; it's stupid," he tossed the small box onto the dashboard of the car and hung his head hopelessly.
Lynn picked it up off the dashboard and handed it back to him. "Hey, no it's not. I think it's sweet. She'll love it."
"It's your job to say that. Mom, I don't even know any of these kids. Maybe we should just go home," he mumbled.
"No. We're here now. Come on. You know Blake, and Blake invited you. Don't worry about the other kids."
"You know that's not true; Blake's mom invited me." Penn was doubting himself more with every second that passed and he knew that if he didn't just go in now, he never would.
Much to his embarrassment, his mom got out of the car and kissed him goodbye before he went inside. He was greeted by Elaine at the door who overcompensated in trying to make him feel welcome, knowing that he didn't know most of the people there. "Blakie's just down there in the front room. Go say hi," she ushered him along.
Penn found her in the front room, but awkwardly hung back near the door when he saw she was busy with some of her friends. Just as Blake got up to leave the room, Penn looked around, trying to occupy himself with something other than the doorframe. "Oh hey! Penn, you made it," Blake smiled happily. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, uh…nothing. Just got here," he did his best to smile naturally. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you. Hey, these are my friends, Olivia, Dylan, Jess, Rosie, Amy and Jacob," she introduced them all, reeling off the names as she pointed at one of her groups of friends who were sat on the couch. They all smiled nicely enough at him, and he felt somewhat more comfortable. "Just go hang out with them. I'll be back in a bit."
"Ok," he smiled sheepishly. "Oh, hang on, I, uh…" he debated whether he should just keep his gift for her stuffed in his pocket or if he should just give it to her. "I have something for you." He took it out of his pocket and began rambling. "It's stupid. It's just- I don't even- my mom said I should," he tried to explain himself, but he only ended up sounding more ridiculous.
Blake tried not to, but she chuckled a little at his stuttering. "Thank you," she took the box from him and removed the lid, seeing what resembled the friendship bracelets that she and her friends used to make for each other when they were younger. There were blue beads on pink thread and the white beads in the middle spelt her name out. She smiled, but mostly because she now knew why he was so nervous to give it to her. It was a little strange- especially for a twelfth birthday, but she thought it was cute of him. "Aw, thanks, Penn. This is so sweet. Did you make this?"
"Uh, yeah," he nodded shyly. "You're welcome."
She slipped it onto her wrist and wore it proudly.
"Oh, you don't have to-"
"No, I want to," she smiled genuinely. "I love it. Thank you." She kissed him briefly on the cheek, and before he knew it, she'd already gone and he was just standing there against the doorframe, dumbfounded and fighting the urge to touch his cheek where she just kissed him. He'd played a hundred different scenarios in his mind about how she would react to the cheesy gift, but none of them included a kiss.
He knew he liked Blake before, but August 25th, 1999, was the day he knew he was in love with her.
"But…"
"But what?" Blake smiled as if it were no big deal.
"You kept this?"
"Of course I kept it!"
"I remember that day…" he reminisced fondly. "It was the first time-"
"The first time I kissed you… and you just stood there like you'd seen a ghost," she giggled.
"Well, do you blame me? I was infatuated. Even with your twelve-year-old self."
"N'aww."
"I guess some things never change," he said as he fiddled with the bracelet.
"Which is why I thought I should make one of my own…"
"What?"
Blake opened another of the small boxes and took out an identical bracelet, except with the letters spelling out 'Penn.' "His and hers," she explained. "You have mine and I have yours," she said as she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, the same way he watched her do it eight years ago.
"Wow," was all he could manage as he put his own on. "I love you so much. This is incredible. I don't even have any words." He rubbed his face, still speechless.
"You don't need to say anything." Blake couldn't wipe the huge smile off her face. She wanted him to soak it all up first, but she couldn't wait any longer before giving him his final box to open. "Here, there's one more," she pushed it closer to him. It was the same size as the other small boxes and he wondered what else he could have given her all those years ago.
He opened it and saw the spare key to her apartment. "Uhh…" he look at her confused. "This is your spare key," he laughed.
"Not anymore," she hinted. "Look, I'm not saying we should move in together, but we spend so much time together here anyway, I thought it was about time you had your own key."
Penn's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Are you sure? You know by giving me this, it means that you'll never get rid of me," he grinned at her.
"That was my plan," she winked back at him.
"Best. Birthday. In the history. Of Birthdays." He said between kisses.
"Just getting started," she teased.
After a long, fun-filled day spent together at Bronx Zoo, Blake, Penn and a few of his friends, including their cast-mates were all out at Marquee nightclub to celebrate his 21st. Blake wasn't normally the nightclub type, and she was the only sober person there, but she had fun, nonetheless, because she knew it was what Penn wanted to do.
Penn hardly let her out of his sight all night, proudly showing her off and being openly affectionate, making sure that any incoming girls knew he was taken and wasn't interested.
At about 1am, Blake whispered in his ear that she had to leave. "There's one more present I have for you back at yours," she explained.
"Oh, can I come now?" he asked, interested. After the day they'd had, he wasn't sure how it could get much better.
"No, you stay and have fun for a little while longer. It's gonna take some preparation."
"Hmm," he raised his eyebrow drunkenly.
"I'm gonna need to borrow your key."
Penn absently handed over his key and she kissed him goodbye before disappearing into the crowds.
On the way back to Penn's apartment, Blake picked up something she'd got her friend to buy for her before heading back to the apartment to change into it. It was a tight, short, navy blue cop outfit, complete with handcuffs on the belt.
Blake looked at herself in Penn's bedroom mirror and cringed as she lowered the zip, exposing a little more cleavage. The longer she stared at herself, the more she just wanted to take it off. It definitely was not her and she cursed Jess and Leighton for talking her into it.
"Marilyn. Just channel Marilyn," she told herself into the mirror.
Whenever Blake was nervous before an event, she liked to pretend she was Marilyn Monroe; it made her feel confident and like she could take anything on, and she knew this was the only way she would be able to go through with it.
Just as she was scrutinizing herself in the mirror, she heard the doorbell ring.
"Crap!"
She took a moment to compose herself and get in character before heading to the door. 'Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn.'
"A little birdy told me you've been a very bad boy," she said in her most seductive voice whilst she opened the door, preparing her cuffs.
Blake froze like a deer in headlights when she looked up to see a man she'd never seen before; it definitely wasn't Penn. She was mortified and quickly hid her body behind the door, only poking her head round. She hadn't blinked once since she opened the door.
"Uhh, hi."
"Hi, this isn't Robert's apartment is it…?" he asked awkwardly.
"Um," she swallowed uncomfortably. "No, sorry. You have the wrong door…"
"Oh. Sorry to…disturbyou."
Blake quickly shut the door, feeling hugely conscious and unbelievably embarrassed, even if she never saw that guy again. She paced around the apartment, trying to keep herself busy while she waited for Penn to come back home.
Not too long later, the doorbell rang again and she rushed to the door, checking through the peephole this time. Once she was sure it was Penn, she took a deep breath. 'Here we go, Marilyn.'
She repeated the same line she'd rehearsed on the last guy and Penn grinned impishly at her as he looked her up and down. He was a little buzzed off the alcohol, but he was mostly sober, and he was glad for that, because he wanted to remember this in the morning.
"I'm going to have to frisk you."
"Go ahead," he smirked.
"Let's take this into a more private room…" she led him to his bedroom and he watched her walk; the outfit was dangerously high and he enjoyed the view as he followed. "Up against the wall," she ordered.
"Yes, officer," he played along and faced the wall.
"Turn around. Hands above your head." Blake's tried to remind herself she was an actress as her serious face was folding.
Penn did as told and she whipped out the handcuffs, cuffing his hands together above his head. She chewed her cheeks to stay poised, but Penn caught the slight flaring of her nostrils and winked at her. He thought it was pretty funny that she was actually doing this. He was grateful for whoever talked her into it, because he knew full well that she didn't come up with this alone.
Penn's back was against the wall with his hands above him and Blake stepped closer slowly trailing her middle finger across his chest, from one shoulder to the other. He watched her hand curiously, waiting to see where she'd go next, but instead, she lifted his chin so he was looking straight ahead before she put both hands on his chest, running them thoroughly over his torso, up to his neck, down to his hips and round his back. All the while, Penn stood still against the wall, waiting patiently for some relief.
He shut his eyes for a split second, and before he knew it, Blake had dropped down to crotch-level and she was in no hurry navigating up and down each leg individually, stopping just before she got too close, but making sure she got close enough. Penn was dying to just touch her, but she made sure he couldn't with the handcuffs. She rose up to eye-level again and took him by the arm, walking him over and pushing him onto the bed.
She straddled him and fingered the buttons on his shirt. "Is this shirt expensive, sir?"
"No, ma'am."
"It's Officer Lively to you."
Blake had to look away as soon as she said it because she couldn't take herself seriously. They giggled briefly before she stopped him. "Good," she said before ripping his shirt open.
Penn moved his cuffed hands in an attempt to touch her, but she caught them and cuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost, realising she'd fucked up when he still had a free arm.
"You can trust me, Officer Lively." He smirked as he stared at her chest.
"Oh, I don't know about that." She got up and brought back a tie from his drawer, securing his other arm as she reassumed her position on top of him. Penn grunted as he tried to break free from his restraints and she smirked at his efforts.
She placed her cold hands back on his now bare chest, making him twitch before she drew a line all the way down the middle of his torso to his waistband- only slightly touching his skin. She repeated the same action, only this time with her lips and Penn's jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.
"Blake, please," he begged as she repeated it- going even slower this time.
She stopped mid-way down and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Officer Lively…"
She ignored him and brushed her lips all the way down to his zipper, resting her hand on his crotch.
Penn swallowed expectantly.
She teasingly gave him one last rub before very slowly unzipping his jeans and pulling them off- leaving his boxers on.
By this point, Penn was already rock hard and she'd barely touched him, but she wasn't finished yet. She lowered her mouth and softly kissed him through his boxers and very gently biting, driving him crazy.
"Oh my god," he breathed impatiently.
Blake grinned up at him and ran her hand over his erection one last time before freeing him of his boxers. She teased a little more before eventually taking him into her mouth and expertly going deeper, the way she knew he liked. Penn was pulling against his restraints, desperately wanting to touch her, but Blake wasn't having any of it. She kept going, bobbing slower and then speeding it up; swirling her tongue over the tip and then up and down. His breaths deepened and he was grunting to control himself.
"Please. Otherwise I'm gonna…"
Blake stopped, wanting to make it last a little longer for him. She hovered over him, pressing her lips against his. Penn tried to hold on a little longer- missing that taste; he hadn't kissed her in a few hours, and being this close to her and not being able to was killing him.
She finally gave him what he'd been waiting for and lowered herself onto him, slowly rocking back and forth. Penn moaned softly, craving to touch her. "Please, baby," he tugged at the cuffs and tie, wanting to be freed. She quickly untied him without protesting and took his face in her hands, kissing him cutely all over with her trademark smile. As soon as his hands were free, they travelled all over her body, pulling her closer to him. "Please take this off," he lifted the material of her outfit. "It's incredibly sexy, but I just wanna touch you."
Blake laughed shyly. "I was hoping you'd say that," she thankfully pulled it off and Penn was finally able to touch her wherever he wanted.
He paused for a second. "I'm really not gonna last very long now, thanks you to the show you put on," he laughed. "But you're beautiful, and I love you," he kissed her forehead and rolled her over so he was propped up over her.
She smiled shyly but she was glad she was now in the safety of his control. "I love you, too."
And sure enough, a few minutes later, Penn was spent, collapsing onto the mattress and pulling Blake into his side. They lay under the sheets together, and Blake watched Penn's chest move up and down while he stroked her hair. They were both thinking, but it was silent for a while.
"Best birthday ever. Thank you for today. It was unbelievable… all of it," he smiled at her and squashed his nose against hers.
"It was my pleasure, baby. I love you," she kissed his cheek.
"Always."
