CHAPTER TWO
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Gil followed Catherine, a perplexed look caressing his boyish features. He stopped beside her, and leaned on the counter. Watching the desk clerk make her way towards them, he gave Catherine a taste of his famous raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" The somewhat chubby woman wobbled over to the counter.
"Yea, we'd like to rent a room." Catherine said casually, ignoring Gil's shock.
"Sure, just register your name ..." The woman handed Catherine a little booklet and went to retrieve their key.
Catherine dotted her 'i' while looking at Gil straight on. "Trust me." She grinned impishly, and thanked the lady, sauntering past Gil.
Gil cocked his head to the side, watching her hips sway, his eyes feasting on her toned -
"- have a good day!" The woman at the counter interrupted his thoughts, and his head snapped up. Throwing her a guilty smile, he turned and walked briskly towards the stairs.
***
Gil followed Catherine into the room next to the deceased's. "And we are here, because ...?" He looked at her, his eyebrow once again in its pensive position.
Catherine smiled cryptically and placed her hand over his, taking his kit and dropping it off near the door. "Research - now take off your shirt and shoes."
Gil took a step back. "What?" It was higher than he intended, almost bordering being deemed 'high-pitched' and a grimace soon followed.
"Shirt and shoes - off!" Catherine replied hurriedly, her fingers tackling his buttons.
"Cath - Cath, slow down!" Gil grabbed hold of her wrists, acutely aware of her hands palm down on his exposed chest. "Cath..." He commenced, voice riddled with control, "are you crazy?!" Again, the higher octave sounded off.
"Look, we have a theory to work out, and unless you want to spend the evening holding auditions, I suggest that you strip and lie down on the bed so I can have my way with you." Catherine kept her eyes glued to his chest as she watched his nimble fingers gently work his remaining buttons, one by one. Her eyes rose to meet his and she quickly moved to the closet - a blush lingering in her movement's wake.
"So, Sherry..." he said, catching on to her role-playing game, "how do you want me?" He deliberately dropped his voice lower, giving her a sexy half-grin.
Catherine spun on her heel, a shocked look dawned upon her face. Her mouth broke out into a slow smile, still taken aback by his sudden flirting. She turned back to the closet, rummaging while noting that her smile wouldn't dissipate. "Ah-ha!" She turned around, holding up three items.
"What?" Gil asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
Catherine made her way to Gil, and off his surprised look, knelt down between his legs. "Preparations." She winked, knowing that her words would be misconstrued.
The words 'foreplay' waltzed through his mind, and he felt himself grow in the southern region. He closed his eyes in anticipation, startled that his strawberry-blond companion would take this charade to the next level. He held his breath until he felt her hand and he blinked towards his wrist.
"Let me know if it's too tight." Catherine said, toying with the silk around his wrist, though her eyes strayed to the evident bulge in his pants.
"It's fine." Gil finally managed to say, as she had just finished tying the second one. He refused to admit the tingling feeling the surfaced every time her skin would meet his and he tried to push all thoughts of Catherine out of his mind - a vain attempt to keep his dignity, and more importantly, his sanity.
She motioned him to lie down on the bed. Bending down, she looped the silky material through the hoop in the mattress and secured it in place, making sure that his arm was completely restrained. Placing on knee on the mattress, her body hovered over his as she tied the other scarf to the loop, again making sure that the ties were doing their job.
Gil stared at the ceiling, and tried to not raise his head; as his eyes had just caught a peek at Catherine's cleavage. Her tantalizing skin, and the swell of her breasts were causing his lower regions to misbehave and he desperately tried to think of something else to preoccupy his mind. When he felt her withdraw, he spoke up. "Remind me again how I let you talk me into this?"
Catherine chuckled, a blindfold dangling between her thumb and index finger. "I guess I have really good," she leaned over him, this time aware that his gaze was drawn to her breasts, "arguments." She placed the blindfold on his head, letting her hands linger in his greying curls.
Darkness engulfed his site, and though he was uncomfortable being bound to a mattress with his heart's desire hovering dangerously close, he trusted her with all his soul - the only person he felt brave enough to show his true self too.
A shift. A gulp. A smirk. Things were looking up.
—TBC—
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Gil followed Catherine, a perplexed look caressing his boyish features. He stopped beside her, and leaned on the counter. Watching the desk clerk make her way towards them, he gave Catherine a taste of his famous raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" The somewhat chubby woman wobbled over to the counter.
"Yea, we'd like to rent a room." Catherine said casually, ignoring Gil's shock.
"Sure, just register your name ..." The woman handed Catherine a little booklet and went to retrieve their key.
Catherine dotted her 'i' while looking at Gil straight on. "Trust me." She grinned impishly, and thanked the lady, sauntering past Gil.
Gil cocked his head to the side, watching her hips sway, his eyes feasting on her toned -
"- have a good day!" The woman at the counter interrupted his thoughts, and his head snapped up. Throwing her a guilty smile, he turned and walked briskly towards the stairs.
***
Gil followed Catherine into the room next to the deceased's. "And we are here, because ...?" He looked at her, his eyebrow once again in its pensive position.
Catherine smiled cryptically and placed her hand over his, taking his kit and dropping it off near the door. "Research - now take off your shirt and shoes."
Gil took a step back. "What?" It was higher than he intended, almost bordering being deemed 'high-pitched' and a grimace soon followed.
"Shirt and shoes - off!" Catherine replied hurriedly, her fingers tackling his buttons.
"Cath - Cath, slow down!" Gil grabbed hold of her wrists, acutely aware of her hands palm down on his exposed chest. "Cath..." He commenced, voice riddled with control, "are you crazy?!" Again, the higher octave sounded off.
"Look, we have a theory to work out, and unless you want to spend the evening holding auditions, I suggest that you strip and lie down on the bed so I can have my way with you." Catherine kept her eyes glued to his chest as she watched his nimble fingers gently work his remaining buttons, one by one. Her eyes rose to meet his and she quickly moved to the closet - a blush lingering in her movement's wake.
"So, Sherry..." he said, catching on to her role-playing game, "how do you want me?" He deliberately dropped his voice lower, giving her a sexy half-grin.
Catherine spun on her heel, a shocked look dawned upon her face. Her mouth broke out into a slow smile, still taken aback by his sudden flirting. She turned back to the closet, rummaging while noting that her smile wouldn't dissipate. "Ah-ha!" She turned around, holding up three items.
"What?" Gil asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
Catherine made her way to Gil, and off his surprised look, knelt down between his legs. "Preparations." She winked, knowing that her words would be misconstrued.
The words 'foreplay' waltzed through his mind, and he felt himself grow in the southern region. He closed his eyes in anticipation, startled that his strawberry-blond companion would take this charade to the next level. He held his breath until he felt her hand and he blinked towards his wrist.
"Let me know if it's too tight." Catherine said, toying with the silk around his wrist, though her eyes strayed to the evident bulge in his pants.
"It's fine." Gil finally managed to say, as she had just finished tying the second one. He refused to admit the tingling feeling the surfaced every time her skin would meet his and he tried to push all thoughts of Catherine out of his mind - a vain attempt to keep his dignity, and more importantly, his sanity.
She motioned him to lie down on the bed. Bending down, she looped the silky material through the hoop in the mattress and secured it in place, making sure that his arm was completely restrained. Placing on knee on the mattress, her body hovered over his as she tied the other scarf to the loop, again making sure that the ties were doing their job.
Gil stared at the ceiling, and tried to not raise his head; as his eyes had just caught a peek at Catherine's cleavage. Her tantalizing skin, and the swell of her breasts were causing his lower regions to misbehave and he desperately tried to think of something else to preoccupy his mind. When he felt her withdraw, he spoke up. "Remind me again how I let you talk me into this?"
Catherine chuckled, a blindfold dangling between her thumb and index finger. "I guess I have really good," she leaned over him, this time aware that his gaze was drawn to her breasts, "arguments." She placed the blindfold on his head, letting her hands linger in his greying curls.
Darkness engulfed his site, and though he was uncomfortable being bound to a mattress with his heart's desire hovering dangerously close, he trusted her with all his soul - the only person he felt brave enough to show his true self too.
A shift. A gulp. A smirk. Things were looking up.
—TBC—