Of Leather and Laughter
Okay, so it might have been her idea. It might have sounded fun in theory. And Grant might have been all for it. And yeah, shopping was all kinds of exciting.
But the actual thing?
It's beyond… nope.
"You were a very bad boy," she says, trying to sound all dark and sultry, but damn, this is ridiculous. "So I'm going to… punish you?" The end comes out more like a question than a statement, and she can see the muscles in Grant's neck flex. Not because he's so aroused by the situation, but because he's having a hard time (ha-ha) not laughing. And honestly, she's right there with him.
Back to the beginning: so she came up with the idea of spicing up their sex life a bit. Not that it needed spicing up, it's just that they are young and all, and why not try it? And since Grant was in practically from the moment she mentioned it, they did some shopping, purchasing a bunch of kinda weird sex toy stuff, and back in the sex shop she was really looking forward trying them all, but now, ready for action, it's just…
Gosh, it's beyond pathetic.
She is standing in front of him in leather from head to toe, her boobs almost flowing out of the corset, and in such platform shoes that she is almost as tall as Grant, and damn it, she is, in theory, about to go all dominatrix on him, and yet, she has never felt herself less sexy.
"Okay," Grant drawls, clearly still having a problem with keeping a straight face as he sits down on the edge of the bed. "Go ahead."
"What?" she asks, completely falling out of character for a moment. "Oh, right…" she mumbles and then looks at the assortment of toys on the table. "I'm going to punish you," she says picking up a red and black paddle made of leather. It looked exciting in the shop, but now… not so much. "I… um…"
"Yes?"
That's the last straw – she starts laughing.
"I'm not going to hit you with this," she says between fits of laughter, dropping it back on the table. "Let's stop pretending that I will."
This is the end of Grant's willpower as well, because his masks slips, he throws his head back and lets out a laugh that's even louder than hers. The forced mood broken, she takes a step towards the bed (she almost trips; gosh, why did she have to buy these shoes?), and plops down on the mattress next to him, sprawling out on her stomach. The next moment Grant lies back as well, turning his face towards her.
"This is so not us," she says, the bed rocking with her chuckles.
"Not at all."
"But we tried."
"We definitely did," he agrees, tracing a finger down the curve of her neck. "It's not your fault that you are too adorable to be a domina."
"I swear, if that pillow was closer, I'd hit you with it."
"Now we are back to punishing me?"
She laughs again, reaching out for him and trying to get him under his arms, as she knows he's ticklish there as well. Grant, of course, retaliates, and the mini tickle-war turns into playful wrestling, and at some point his shirt comes off (she's not one to complain), soon followed by the damned leather corset (just about time; that cursed thing is terribly uncomfortable), and within minutes they are a hot, tangled mess of limbs, panting and moaning and crying out loud, and god, it's glorious.
Afterwards she lies on Grant's chest, sweaty and sated, a lazy smile on her face.
"We so don't need all that stuff," she says when she can finally speak again, drawing nonsensical patterns on his chest. "We are great without them."
"Just great?"
"Amazing?"
"Still doesn't quite fit."
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?"
"Superca… what?" He says laughing, then steal a kiss. "That'll do. Now only one question remains: what to do with all this stuff?"
Skye raises herself to her elbows to look at the display on the table, then gives him a little shrug.
"Hunter's birthday is near – we could give it to him and Bobbi."
Grant spits out a laugh.
"You'd really do that?"
"It's not like we actually used them." She lies back down, making a little, content sound. "We could wrap it all up in a nice gift basket. I'd love to see Hunter's face as he opens it."
Grant laughs out again.
"You know what? You sold that idea to me." Then he adds after a short pause, "But that lacy thing…"
"I'm keeping that lacy thing."
"Good."
Round two soon follows.
