Chapter Twenty Six: Comfortable?
"Do you have time to take a little break?" Emma asked, her hands clasped behind her.
"Sure." Beast smiled. "Everything important has been done already." He seemed shy "I was just snooping."
"I thought I might take those manacles off." Emma's smile betrayed her before her words. "After. . ."
Emma turned the remotes dial to the right and Hank's manacled hands stretched out above him as his legs mounted themselves to the floor.
"I, um," He reasoned out loud. "Af" His eyes darted from his wrists to his feet and back. "Ter?"
"Oh, don't worry.' Emma cooed at him as she sauntered over. "You didn't do anything wrong." She smiled intimately. "I just thought I would let you in on a few of my personal rules for while I'm still running the station." She reached out with both hands and ran them over Hank's wide chest.
"My first rule is to try to be a good hostess." She smiled. "Are you comfortable?" She tried to look innocent as she stroked his shoulders and pressed her body to his.
"Unbelievably." He breathed slowly.
"Good." She nuzzled her face in to his neck and slid her arms up behind him. He was a great wall of muscle. "Because I believe my guests should be just as comfortable as I am."
"Madam, I do believe we are on the same page." Beast whispered in her ear.
She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed her back.
"You know if you let me down from here, " He smiled "I can show you how agile I am."
"But if you stay like that" She whispered back " You get your turn later." She nibbled his ear "And I wear the cuffs."
Hank's back stiffened strait. He had never been propositioned like this in his life. "Then by all means" He pressed his face to her bare and supple neck before whispering. "Leave them on."
