She woke up in the morning still sprawled on his chest, warm and comfortable, having long ago gotten accustomed to sleeping snuggled against his extremely firm frame.
He woke a few minutes later, and smiled to see her still curled up on top of him. "Hey..."
"Hey," she mumbled, not looking like she was very committed to getting up for the day. She was comfortable. She burrowed into his neck a little. "How'd you sleep?"
"Oddly well, for this fucking bed," he muttered. "You?"
"Oddly well, for this bed," she smirked, poking his chest once.
He snorted indignantly, pinching her arse gently in retaliation. "I make an excellent bed, thank-you-very-much. Would you rather I abandon you to the depths of the mattress?"
"No," she chuckled, then yawned, "At least I know I won't suffocate on you."
"Probably not," he agreed, shoving her off to the side with a grin. "You do drool in your sleep, though."
She made an indignant noise, scowling at him. "I do not drool in my sleep."
"Well, this damp patch under your face came from somewhere," he snorted, sitting up and climbing out of bed to go to the bathroom.
She made a harrumphing noise that was lost as the fluff of the bed rose around her, and took a moment to remember that tonight was the beginning of their dare. She had no idea how it would end up.
He returned a few minutes later, and after a moment of consideration dug her out of the center of the bed. "Hey. Lazy ass. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, though her movement was kind of limited by his arms. "Does this place have a spa?"
He raised an eyebrow. "A spa? Probably... Why...?" He gave her a suspicious look.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be so suspicious. I was trying to think of things that won't wipe me out before tonight."
"Don't be suspicious," he snorted. "No, I'd love to go spend the day half-naked and surrounded by strangers and potential assassins. Sounds relaxing as fuck."
She chuckled a little, shrugging. "Okay, good point. Forgot for a moment. But honestly, what do you do at a ski resort besides lounge in hot tubs and ski? And, side note, now that I'm thinking about it - when we own this place you need to hire spa attendants you trust. I'm sure some of the people working in our infirmaries have the training."
He grinned at that. "Suddenly so eager to receive massages from other hands, are you? I'm hurt." He flopped her down on the bed again and sat beside her, quickly enough that she bounced up a few inches off the mattress. He grinned. "Well, we could ski."
"And wear me out like that? What if I break my knee? What happens to your dare then?" She smirked, ignoring the bounce.
"Jim gets a real experience instead of a manufactured one," he said, amused, though he kept thinking.
She snorted, rolling her eyes at him. "Please. You'd kill me if I got injured doing something that mundane."
"True," he agreed with a smirk. "Well then what fun is a ski resort?"
"Relaxing in hot tubs surrounded by snow, drinking champagne by a fire, something about fur rugs, yada yada," she waved.
He snorted his amusement. Then he grinned. "I have an idea. Get dressed in warm clothes, I'll be back." He hopped up again and pulled on trousers.
She raised her eyebrows, watching him for a moment and then getting up to grab some clothes. "What are we doing?"
"Just... stay here," he said with a grin, pulling his shirt over his head and heading for the door to the rest of the lodge. "Give me ten minutes."
"Okay," she said uncertainly, watching him go and then moving to get into warm clothes, completely unsure of what she was getting into.
He returned just under ten minutes later, and practically bounded into the room, looking overly chipper and carrying two huge baking sheets. "Nicked them from the kitchen. Come on, we're going sledding."
She sputtered into a chuckle, and then a laugh. "Holy shit, are you serious? You know they probably have real sleds here, right? But I'm not arguing."
"Fuck real sleds," he said, tossing her a sheet and grabbing his coat. "Not the army way to do it."
"I'm not in the army, and you haven't been for more time than you were ever in it," she scoffed, catching the sheet and tucking it under her arm to follow him out.
"You say these things like they matter," he scoffed, heading for a large hill a few dozen meters from them.
"Because they do!" She laughed, jogging after him to keep up, snow crunching under her snow boots. "If you say something ridiculous I gotta shoot back."
"Please. I never left the army lifestyle. I just adjusted it to my particular tastes." He shot her a grin over his shoulder.
She snorted with amusement, a little bit winded as the hill steepened. "You know how pissed my step-dad would've been to know I was engaged to an ex-military man?"
He grinned. "No clue, but from the tone of your voice I'm guessing 'very'. What was his problem with the good ol' psychopathic summer camp?"
"He was a small-time drug lord with serious authority issues. He didn't like anything connected to authority, and the military was his least favorite, because they could tell him what to do with guns, if they had ever been so inclined," she chuckled as they reached the top of the hill, and paused as they looked down the slope. "How do you get on the sheet without it leaving without you?"
He glanced at her with raised eyebrows. "Have you never gone sledding?"
She raised her eyebrows right back at him. "I lived in London my whole childhood, which isn't particularly snowy, and for part of that time I was busy running drugs. When have you had a chance to sled?"
"My mate Danny in high school invited me over to his family's place in the county over the holidays a few times," he said, shrugging. "Always went. His family wasn't pleasant, so we'd spend most of the time outdoors. Here, watch." He chose a good point at the top of the hill, evaluating, before he dug his heels in and sat on the sheet, shifting a few times, the pan threatening to sink into the snow. Then he gave her a grin and spun off to the side, pulling his feet up as he turned, and off he went, holding onto the metal for dear life and letting out a rare laugh.
She let out a startled laugh as he went careening down the hill, looking a bit mad all folded up on his makeshift sled, and decided that if he was crazy enough to do it, so was she, and after a moment of getting the position right, pushed off after him, screaming only a little as the snow took control of her momentum.
He dug his heels in at the bottom of the hill, and snagged her as she almost flew past, pulling her into the snow next to him and leaving her cookie sheet to clang onto the trees a few meters on. He was still laughing, covered in snow.
"Aagghhh! Snow in my shoes!" She yelped as he pulled her off her sled, eyes wide. "Fun though. Really fun."
"Wimp," he smirked, nipping her ear. "Come on, let's go again."
"Alright, alright, but you gotta let me up," she laughed, pushing off him to struggle to her feet in the snow.
He shoved her up by her arse, and handed her his baking sheet, trudging off after hers. He moved more quickly through the snow; it would take forever if she chased it down.
She waited for him to get the sheet before beginning the walk back up the hill, basking in being able to enjoy something so simple with him. They would never have a normal life - she wasn't sure whether or not she'd even want one - but it was nice to have things that weren't connected to survival.
They spent longer there than he would have expected. He lost track of how many times they walked up the hill, or went careening down. By the time they were trudging back to the flat, they were cold, starving, and he was feeling vaguely guilty about leaving Jim unguarded for so long.
To her surprise, Jim was already in the common room when they got back, eating a juicy-looking steak at the small table. A covered platter was beside him. "Hungry, kids?" He raised an eyebrow, cutting into his steak.
Sebastian took off his snow-covered coat, hanging it on the drying rack, and glanced at Jim, uncertain of the motives of the question. "Fairly, sir."
"Good, because I ordered dinner, and if you weren't hungry I would have made you eat anyway so I didn't waste the effort," he said, then put another piece of steak in his mouth and pointed to the platter beside him.
Sebastian didn't bother commenting, just stooped to undo his boots and kick them off, before walking - sock-foot - to the table and grabbing a plate.
Lorna decided that if Sebastian wasn't going to question it, she wouldn't either, and took off her boots and coat before following his example.
He filled his plate and sat, digging into the steak eagerly. Jim watched them both for a few minutes. "Did you enjoy gamboling around like puppies?"
She looked up as he asked, and finished chewing and swallowing before she responded, looking amused. "Puppies seem to have a pretty pleasant existence, sir. Thought it'd be nice to try it out."
"Mmm... Puppies don't interest me, Harrison. They're boring. Until you get them on a leash..." He tossed her a weighted look, and flashed a grin. "Then things get interesting."
She felt herself blush just slightly, despite herself, not used to this type of attention from him. But otherwise she maintained her composure, and raised her eyebrows a little at him. "Is that why you're eating again? Getting your strength before you take me for a walk?"
"My eating habits aren't your concern, kitten. They are barely Moran's," he said, unruffled, cutting into his steak and taking another bite. "And I don't imagine it takes too much strength to yank you around, slender little thing that you are."
She shrugged a little, returning the majority of her attention to her food. "I'm scrappy. Probably have more hand-to-hand than you. Remember that Sebastian is ridiculously sized and you can't use him as a scale for anything."
"Fight nicely," Sebastian said calmly from his chair. "The goal is not to out-backhanded-compliment each other."
She made a face at him, and Jim looked irritated and thwarted, but sighed and didn't argue. "Nobody here knows how to fight nicely," she snorted.
"That, I suppose, is true," he said, setting his empty plate aside and standing. "Now... Let's see here. How to do this..." He walked over to run fingers under Lorna's jaw.
She hummed at his touch, Jim watching with inscrutable eyes. "What logistics are you trying to get straight in your head?" She asked, the question directed at Sebastian. She was smirking a little.
He grinned, fingers curling around her neck, getting a firm grip under her chin. "Just how exactly I want you..." He glanced up at Jim, and smirked. "Do you want to get the rope, or should I?"
"I know where it is," Jim said simply, pushing back his chair and rising from the table, heading for their side of the suite, while Lorna remained seated, eyes locked on Sebastian's, pulse jumping under his fingers. Jim was back a moment later, a coil of rope in his hand, though from here she couldn't tell which kind.
He smiled as Jim handed him the rope, the smooth weight of tactical double-braid familiar on his fingers. "To the chair, Jim? Or somewhere else?"
Jim made a considering noise, hands in his pockets, eyes casually assessing the room. "Not a chair, I don't think. She won't be very accessible, will she? How about tying her up standing?"
He nodded in agreement, eyeing one of the tree-like beams overhead. He considered for a moment, then took a few steps, adjusted the coil in his hand, and threw half of it over the beam. Then he tied a slipknot and cinched the end up, creating a sturdy anchor-point. "Alright. Let's go."
Jim nodded in approval, and Lorna muttered "Jesus," under her breath, looking just a little nervous. She didn't usually go into these things with so much warning, and this clear-headed. She remained seated.
He walked over to Lorna, pausing just a moment and considering a word of encouragement. But it wasn't him that was supposed to be caring, here. He remained cool, hauling Lorna up out of the chair by her wrists and walking her to the center of the room, starting to tie her carefully into place, his rope work careful to pose no danger of strangulation, even if she were to lift her feet.
"Gee, Moran, if I didn't know any differently I'd say you'd done this recently," she quipped, very aware of Jim's hawk-like stare at her side, though she ignored him.
"Once or twice," he shot back levelly. When he was finished, her wrists were secured to her waist behind her back, and her ankles as well, though those were separate so that her legs could be spread if desired. The distance between wrists and ankles just too short to prevent her from standing fully upright, leaving her leaning slightly backward, the weight of her body caught by the rope as it wound its way under her armpits and then up to the beam. Moran secured the final knot and stepped back to admire his work, before flicking a knife out of his pocket and starting to cut a slit down the front of her shirt, avoiding the rope where it crossed.
"This is impressive work," Jim murmured, from the side, stepping forward to run a finger across a line of rope, and, once Moran had cut her free of her shirt, across the skin of her shoulder.
Moran glanced over and smiled just a little. "Tying people up has been on my resume for a while, boss," he shot back, though the praise was pleasantly unexpected. He stepped back, pocketing the knife again and considering Lorna where she stood, a bit unsteady and vulnerable, topless and exposed. His eyes darkened.
"It doesn't always benefit me so immediately, however," he said, hand trailing from her shoulder down to her spine, touch feather light. She shivered, biting her lip.
"To be fair, Jim, I think it's the dare that's benefiting you."
"Ah, yes, the dare," Jim murmured, counting vertebrae absently as his finger traced her spine. "We should do dares more often, Tiger... I like where they get us." He slid his hand upward again, and looped his finger through a curl of hair, tugging slightly, forcing Lorna's head back. Moran smiled, just watching for now.
"I tend to agree, boss."
Her eyes shifted from Sebastian to Jim, deciding to pay attention to the person who was touching her, her spine tingling as he tugged lightly on her hair. "You've only had the one dare. Don't you need a bigger sample size?"
He hummed absently. "Perhaps. But I know the two of you. You're predictable. The possible outcomes of future dares are much more likely to result in benefit to me." He leaned forward to sink his teeth into her spine, just below where the rope crossed her back from under her pinned arms.
She hissed in surprise, shifting unsteadily in her restraints, hands clenching. "Future dares? How do you imagine we'll rack those up?"
"Like I said," he murmured a moment later, when he released his bite. "You're predictable." He straightened behind her, pulling her back against him, which left a bit of pressure that would swing her forward if he released her. His hands slid up the front of her body, tracing along the lines of the rope that held her, before digging his nails in and dragging back downward. "Now... What to do with you."
Sebastian smirked, and walked forward, eyes interested as they roved over Harrison, planning. It was his role now to be the sadist, Jim's to counter him and keep Harrison distracted. But Jim wouldn't necessarily succeed, so he needed to be careful not to push too far. It was an interesting balance.
"What, you weren't planning all day?" She snorted, deciding that antagonizing the two of them was her best defense while she was tied up. The more riled up they got, the less in control they would be, in theory. Though the way Sebastian was looking at her... She had to tamp down on a shiver.
Jim looked about to retort, but Sebastian stepped in before he could, long legs crossing the distance between him and Lorna in an instant. His fingers slipped inside the cup of her bra, pinching her nipple and applying justenough pressure to be uncomfortable, a threat. His eyes were on hers, calm, a touch amused. "You're very brash for someone in your position..."
She bared her teeth at him in a snide sort of grin, committing fully to the game of goading them on. They wanted complete trust, didn't they? Fine, she could give them that. Trust that no matter what she said, they wouldn't take it too far. "Well the two of you are just standing there with your thumbs up your asses, not doing anything. What else am I supposed to do, just quiver under your gazes?" She asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Sebastian didn't react with any particular expression, just tightened his grip on her nipple and twisted until he saw the pain on her face. "Manners are important, Lorna, dear..."
She grimaced, but didn't apologize, stubborn. "That's no way to motivate her," Jim snorted, leaning over her shoulder a little, hands resting at the small of her waist, breath tickling her ear. "She's pushing for attention. You're giving her the wrong kind, but it's still attention."
He looked up and caught Jim's gaze, and smirked just a little. "I don't particularly care what she's looking for. I just like to see her wince." He twisted just a bit harder, grinning as Lorna flinched involuntarily, and then released, stepping away again. "But I suppose we could just leave her stranded for a bit. Depends on how interesting you decide to be."
Jim chuckled, nails digging into Lorna's sides for a moment before letting go, stepping away to deprive her of his body heat. "It's a shame we're not at home," he mused, walking around her slowly, "I'd love strap her to a vibrator for an hour, watch her squirm. Is she a crier, I wonder?"
"No," she answered, a bit dryly. He appraised her for a moment, then smirked.
"How would you know?"
Moran smirked, walking over to Jim and reaching out to get a hold on the other man's tie, tugging it experimentally, feeling just a bit brazen. "It's definitely a theory worth exploring. We do have a year. Still..."
Jim's eyes flashed to Moran's, darkening despite himself. Moran was being bold today, and he was inclined to let himself like it. But he wouldn't lie down that easily. "Can I help you, Moran?"
Sebastian grinned a bit cheekily. He knew Jim's warning voice. This wasn't it. "Actually, I think you can. Take the shirt off, sir, if you don't mind. Leave the tie." He gave it another small tug before dropping it. "I might need it."
"Aren't you the bold one today," he smirked, hands rising to begin unbuttoning his shirt, Lorna watching them both intently. The one time either of them had a tie on while fooling around, and she didn't have the hands to yank them around...
Moran glanced at Lorna, and hid a smirk. He knew from watching her play with her marks that the tie was a personal favorite. Might as well use that knowledge.
Jim tossed his shirt aside, and Moran pulled his own over his head, glancing at Lorna, who had to be careful not to unbalance herself. "What do you think, Jim... She'd make a better display piece without the rest of her clothes, don't you think?"
"I think it hardly needs saying," he agreed, removing his belt and dropping it at Lorna's feet in case they needed it later, and unbuttoning his trousers, though he left them on for the moment.
"Display piece? What, are you going to jack off to art?"
He smirked, tossing Jim the flip knife from his pocket. "For the moment. I think she needs a little while to get good and frustrated. Don't you? Like a nice steak... Needs to settle for a bit before you bite in..." He hooked his finger through the tie around Jim's neck, pulling him over to bite his shoulder.
Jim dragged his nails down Moran's chest in retaliation, grazing his own teeth across his neck, desire flaring up in his chest. Again. Christ, he hadn't fucked anybody with this little of a gap between since he was nineteen.
Moran smirked against Jim's skin, feeling Lorna's eyes on them, and hissed just a little as Jim's nails bit into his skin. He straightened, then, releasing the boss with an amused smile, and nodded toward Lorna.
Jim flicked the knife open and walked over to Lorna, until he was just a few inches away. For a moment he considered cutting into the woman. He raised the knife, pressing the tip into her sternum, considering her eyes as he did so, but after a moment he eased the pressure and cut down instead, severing the center of her bra before lowering the knife to cut her trousers and knickers free as well.
She had a flash of anxiety when the knife rested over her chest, but then he moved on and the moment passed, and suddenly all she was wearing was her bra, in the style of a shoulder holster. The air was a little chilly. "And I just bought these."
"I'll buy you replacements," Jim said casually, standing again and using the knife to flick her bra off to the side, exposing her breasts and eyeing her up and down. Sebastian walked forward, then, grabbing the tie and using it to pull Jim back against him, his free hand reaching down to slide over Jim's thigh through his trousers, playful. His eyes were on Lorna. "It's a shame I can't leave any scars, really..."
She couldn't help but groan at the sight, some of the defiance gone from her eyes, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "Fuck... Why are the two of you so far away," she huffed, shifting in her bonds, and Jim laughed, pressing further back against Moran, and very purposefully grinding his arse back into the other man's hips.
"To teach you some patience."
"Good luck with that one," Sebastian scoffed, his fingers still looped lazily through the collar of Jim's tie, keeping casual control. "She hasn't learned it yet. I don't think she's going to." He took a short breath as Jim ground against him, twisting the tie to tighten it on Jim's neck just a bit. His other hand shifted over the bulge in Jim's trousers, massaging slowly. He could see Lorna shifting impatiently, and grinned toothily.
Jim laughed, the sound only slightly affected by Sebastian's hand. He was finding the tie around his neck somewhat enjoyable as well, but judging by the way Harrison was staring, she liked it more. Could she have more of a strangulation fetish? "Have you ever tried teaching her? You're pretty impatient when it comes to her."
"I resent that," he snorted. "I'm incredibly patient. It's how I put up with her for so long. But I'm all for giving it another swing..."
"I meant about keeping your hands off her. I never caught you fucking in public until she came along, Moran," he snorted, sliding a hand behind him and shifting it under the waistband of Moran's trousers.
"I suppose that's fair," he agreed, closing his eyes and smiling as Jim's hand went wandering. He shifted his hand from the tie to his neck, pulling the smaller man back against him a bit more firmly. "What do you think, Harrison? Do I need to learn to be patient?"
"I think if you were more patient I would spend a significant amount of time dissatisfied because I chose to get myself off instead of bothering with you, except it wasn't as good. In other words; don't you dare," she growled, glowering at him. She desperately wanted to be in Jim's place right now, and it was taking notable effort not to beg for it.
He could see her straining against the ropes, fists clenched, and he smiled, thumb tracing along Jim's jugular as he ground forward into the man's hand, bending to bite his ear. "Aw, look at her," he murmured, plenty loud enough for Lorna to hear. "I think she's jealous..." He rubbed his palm along the cloth-covered shape of Jim's cock, and the boss made an odd noise that he immediately decided to pretend he hadn't heard, despite the part of him that flared with possessiveness. He glanced up at Lorna, eyes alight.
Jim smirked. "I think she is," he agreed softly. He met Lorna's gaze. "What do you want, kitten? You can tell us," he said with mock sympathy.
She groaned, looking pained. She was wishing that he'd tied her up so she could at least clench her thighs together, try to get some sort of relief, but all she could do was watch them longingly. "I want one or both of you to touch me, goddammit. Please?"
Sebastian smirked, tilting his head and starting to trace a lazy pattern of nips and scrapes along the side of Jim's neck. "What do you think, Jim? Does she deserve it yet?"
"Doesn't really matter if she deserves it," he chuckled, squeezing Moran through his pants, "if she pisses either of us off, she's tied up."
"True," he said, just a touch breathlessly. "Well then... Let's have fun."
"Thank god," she mumbled, looking at them both needily. But with Jim held firmly against Moran by the throat, he wasn't going to make the first move. Her eyes shifted to Sebastian.
He tapped his finger against Jim's throat once, twice, and then released him, letting him step away with a small grin. "Just had to savor the look on your face," he said lightly, walking over to her. Jim followed just behind. Moran reached out, then, his hand hovering tantalizingly close to Lorna's skin. "You just want it so badly..."
She moaned impatiently, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Seb... C'mon, you remember being tied up, don't you? Have a little sympathy, please."
"Oof, don't ask the sadist for sympathy," he chuckled, though he finally gave her a little contact. "Just makes me randy."
"Good, I need to wind you up so much that you'll give me what I want," she muttered, not satisfied with his hand sitting still on her skin. Jim smirked.
"That's your normal tactic, isn't it?"
Moran sighed. "See, now I just feel used. Have you been grifting me, Lorna? Manipulating me into fucking you to new horizons?" He released her neck again, completely aware that he was driving her insane, and let his fingers dawdle down her chest instead. "Can you imagine, though, Lorna dear? Can you picture all the times I've pinned you to the wall, left marks on your neck for days to come..."
"Yes," she whimpered, very quickly becoming a mess under his undivided attention. "I love it when you do that. Love it when you mark me. Crave it, sometimes."
Jim smirked, watching with interest the way Lorna twisted closer to Moran's fingers, just trying to get closer. He wasn't touching her, but he was doing more than he could have done with a knife or any other instrument.
He considered that. It was usually his move. Playing people like instruments, bringing them to the edge. Moran or Lorna were usually his counterweight. Soft where he was harsh, harsh where he withheld. But now Moran demanded a counter. Had made it clear that Jim was not in control here. The dare stipulated that Jim had to learn to care... So care he would.
He stepped forward, his hand palming across Lorna's back, sliding down over her arse, giving her a little. Giving her just enough to keep her sane.
She made a soft noise of appreciation, arching back into his hand as much as she was able, eyes fluttering shut, skin singing under his touch. Fuck, they'd touched her so little, and she was aching for more. "Please... Please, more," she murmured, opening her eyes again, pupils huge. "Something."
Sebastian grinned, letting Jim have his moment. It was a true reversal of their dynamic, and he imagined the boss was turning the situation over carefully. He tapped his finger against Lorna's sternum. Once. Twice. "You heard her Jim... Give her... something ..."
Jim raised his eyebrows, smirking at Moran, and slid his hand further down and between her legs, and slid two fingers into her, smirk growing wider as she gasped and then moaned as he curled them. "Like this?"
"That will do," Moran said softly, smiling and tracing his fingers back up to her throat. "Not too much yet... We wouldn't want her coming just yet... would we, Lorna?"
Jim smirked, rolling his fingers slowly, not quite enough.
She groaned, eyes screwing shut. "Seb... Jim, please.." she pleaded, eyes opening again to meet Sebastian's, which was a mistake, because what she saw there only made her more turned on. "Untie me, fuck me, just...Please."
Sebastian grinned, gripping her neck, then, and leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I'm not the one you need to convince, am I? I'm content to just let you hang here all night."
She shivered, eyes shutting again, breaths uneven. "Jim... Jim, please. Either let me out or fuck me proper, I'm begging you. Please."
Jim closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the tremor in her voice, the way her body strained around his fingers. She was in agony, waiting. This moment... this moment was blissful. He had the power to make or break her, here...
"Cut her down, Moran. But leave her bound."
Sebastian cocked his head, and walked over, reaching out to get a grip on Jim's tie. "That sounded an awful lot like an order," he said conversationally.
Jim grit his teeth, and stilled, contemplating whether to call the game then and there. But he took a breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Please cut her down."
"Better." He dropped the tie and picked the knife up off of the ground, turning to slice through the line holding Lorna to the beam.
She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding as the tension keeping her bent backwards was released, and she straightened. Her arms were still tied behind her, and walking might be a little awkward, but at least she wasn't tied in place anymore. Not that it gave her much of an advantage. Hands-less, she might as well have been tied up anyway. So she broke the odd tension in the air between the two of them with a breathless, "Now what?"
Moran watched her adjust to freedom, rolling her shoulders, and laughed when she spoke. "She really is incorrigible," he murmured, walking forward to get a grip on the rope around her chest, reaching out with his free hand to grab Jim's tie and throw the man a grin. He paused to relish that. The two of them (so much smaller than him, both) in his grasp, his control, for just that moment. It was intoxicating.
Jim tugged back against Moran's grip, daring the man to go further, eyes dark and amused, challenging. Lorna, meanwhile, looked rather like she was going to melt into a puddle of want, her cheeks flushed and teeth worrying her lip. She was impossible to ignore for long. Jim turned his attention away from Moran and slid a hand into her hair to drag her into a searing kiss.
He released his grip on the two of them as Jim turned away, grinning and walking around behind Lorna as she kissed the other man. He slid his hands up her sides, gripping her hips for a moment, and then ground forward against her arse slowly. He was starting to lose patience, and stepped back to rid himself of his trousers.
She groaned against Jim's lips, pressing herself up against him as tightly as possible to make up for her lack of hands, which he took advantage of, hands going to grab her arse and pulling her even tighter against him to grind his hips into hers, his breath coming a little harder in response. He was also beginning to lose his patience, but in the interest of keeping Harrison occupied he would wait for Moran to step back in before he also divested himself of his trousers.
Moran returned a moment later, fully naked now, and eager. He saw Jim's impatience, and didn't hesitate to pull Lorna away, grabbing her by the back of the neck. He didn't leave her alone long, though, turning her around and pulling her against him, bending down to kiss her just as roughly.
He just about knocked her breathless, melting into his arms, kissing him with all the desperate need they'd instilled in her. Jim was a good fuck, a great fuck, even, when she was in the right mood. But nothing was better than Sebastian's calloused grip, than the feeling of his solid body pressed hard against hers. She leaned into him hard, trying to take as much as he would give her. God, she loved him.
She lost that train of thought a moment later, as Jim returned sans pants and pressed up against her back, fingers digging into her hips.
Sebastian grinned when he suddenly had something to push her up against (not a wall, but Jim would have to do) and didn't hesitate, pinning her against the boss as he left her lips to bite at her throat, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. His hips ground forward against hers, pushing her back against Jim. Jim responded in turn, grabbing Lorna's hips and pulling her back against him, hungry.
Lorna was getting a little impatient. Both of them were grinding against her, hot and ready to go, and neither of them were doing it where it counted. "Jesus Christ, will one of you fuck me already?"
Seb laughed, and Jim shrugged, shoving her forward against Moran and pulling her hips back. He took a moment to reposition before he pushed into her roughly, while Sebastian acted as a brace.
She swore, very suddenly needing to come to terms with the fact that it was really hard to balance herself without use of her arms, and relying entirely on Sebastian. Jim pulled out almost to the tip before slowly pushing back in again, smirking as she moaned, though he could feel a light sweat break out on his skin as he resisted the urge to put up a punishing pace.
Sebastian let her get used to Jim, admiring their movements, before stepping back a little, and shifting his grip on her, smirking a little as he lowered her head to waist-height. "Well, Harrison? Don't keep me waiting..."
"Fuck!" Jim cursed, gritting his teeth as she squeezed around him, his grip on her hips going white-knuckled for a second as he got a hold of himself again, a flush rising to his cheeks, and then one hand shifting from her hip to her tied wrists, holding her in place. "Christ, kitten, I'd tell you to stop sucking his dick so hard that you do that just for a few words of his, but that would be defeating the point, wouldn't it?" He panted, getting himself back under control. She didn't hear much of it. She was too distracted with the blood rushing in her ears, and the sight of Sebastian's cock before her eyes. She wasted no more time to lean forward a little with the leverage Jim gave her to close the distance and flick the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock, before sliding it as far as it would go into her mouth, with the intention of giving him sensory overload. Revenge.
He was entirely amused by her visceral reaction, by the abject want in her eyes, but he quickly forgot all that as she dragged her hot, rough tongue across the head of his cock. His breath stopped in his lungs, and his grip on her shoulder tightened hard enough to bruise as she took him deeper. "Christ ..."
Jim started to move again, his feet braced so that he could still give Lorna a bit of support as he started to roll his hips forward again, still slowly, his body slick with sweat.
She would have smiled at his reaction if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied. She swirled her tongue around him, humming lightly, and then played a trick she hadn't used in a long time, and pushed herself farther, took him deep enough that she could swallow around him.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped, buckling forward, his hand threading roughly into her hair, pulling her onto him as she swallowed around his cock. Jim reached across to grab Moran's arm, using it as leverage to start moving against Lorna a bit more energetically.
If she had had the breath to spare, she would have moaned. She was beginning to unravel, and standing was becoming harder by the minute. Jim had reached a point where his own pleasure trumped the need to tease her to the point of madness, and now he was in it for himself. He would see to her once Sebastian was out of range of her teeth.
Sebastian wasn't going to last long anyway, his hips rolling against Lorna's mouth, his breaths shallow and stuttering. His hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair. "Fuck... Gonna come-" he managed. He released his grip in Harrison's head, letting her pull away if she liked, his hand shifting to her shoulder with his last ounce of concentration to keep her steady. He let out a rough cry, knees threatening to buckle.
She pulled away just to get a breath, and was inadvertently rewarded for it as Jim took the opportunity to slide his hand from her hip, down her front, to press firmly against her clit, groaning as her hips jumped unexpectedly, and he pounded into her harder, his other hand wrapping around her throat, half-strangling the desperate sounds spilling from her lips at the sudden overwhelming sensation of somebody giving her attention where she'd so badly needed it. She just about screamed as she came, though it wasn't as loud as it could have been, considering Jim's grip on her throat, and then she was bringing him over with her and he was cursing violently into her shoulder as he came.
Moran watched them finish with a bit of a dazed feeling, his lips quirking up in a bit of a smile. He was tempted to kneel in front of Lorna, pull her into his arms, but that wasn't his job here. That was up to Jim.
Jim shifted slowly, pulling away. He was tempted to slink off into his room, but he caught Moran looking at him, and realized that the circumstances of the dare weren't over yet.
Lorna very suddenly lost the ability to stand, and dropped to her knees, exhausted, arms still tied behind her back.
Jim took a moment to catch his breath, before he knelt beside Lorna and reached out to untie her hands.
She groaned in relief as her shoulders were relieved of the tension, letting her hands rest in her lap. Jim glanced up at Sebastian, eyebrows raised.
He raised an eyebrow. "She's all yours, boss," he said with a shrug, heading out of the room. "I'm going to shower." He needed to remove himself from the room, otherwise he was going to pick Lorna up and bring her with him.
Jim sighed inaudibly, and then decided that the longer he waited the more awkward this was going to be, and bent down to pick her up. He did not do it as easily as Moran.
He shifted Lorna in his arms a bit, trying to figure out how his bodyguard carried either of them so easily. Probably something about push-ups.
"Any chance of you walking on your own?" he asked dryly as he walked toward his quarters.
She muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like "fuck you" and jabbed him with her elbow so she could get to her feet, and stumbled her way into the shower, where she sat down, pointing a finger at the faucet. "On."
He raised an eyebrow, but complied, turning the shower faucet on. He was tempted to leave it freezing, but that wasn't particularly useful to his own desire to shower, so he shifted the knob toward a more reasonable temperature and leaned back, waiting for it to heat up.
She didn't even flinch under the cold water. She had done it many, many times before. So she just sat and waited for her brain to come back to her. "Where's.. Seb?"
"He left me with you," he said calmly, stepping in once the water heated up and starting to rinse off. "You really do give novel meaning to the phrase 'fuck your brains out'."
She snorted, shrugging a little. "Endorphins. I'm like... basically high," she muttered, waving a hand at him. "You're bad at this. Bring me my fiancé, please."
"Are referring to the fiancé who dared you to teach me how rewarding it is to care for people?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because you're failing."
"You have to put in the effort first, Jim," she retorted, but quietly and reluctantly accepted his point as valid. She stood, albeit shakily, and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and beginning to dry herself off. "'M going to bed. Going to nap."
He considered her quietly, but decided he was done with this game for now. It wasn't remotely entertaining. "Very well. Go sleep."
She nodded, and left the room, heading for Jim's quarters and crawling in between the sheets of the bed, not minding the absurd fluffiness for once, and drifted off, curled up.
He finished showering and dried off, heading for his room. He was surprised, however, to find Harrison in his bed. He'd assumed she would return to Moran.
He considered her for a long moment, trying to evaluate her game. He walked over to the bed, watching her slow breaths.
What was the value of caring for someone? There were certainly rewards to be won, favors to be brokered, but that wasn't the spirit of the bet.
Oh well. He had no other answer, so it appeared he was winning.
Some small part of him was rankled by that, however. There was something he was missing. Something he was as yet unable to understand that someone as simple as a local grocer apparently could.
He let out an annoyed snort, and after a moment climbed into the bed next to Harrison. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him. She was warm. He recognized no other change in his physical or mental state. But he would keep monitoring.
She shifted a little, already half asleep, and curled up into him like she did with Moran, burrowing into his neck a little and then sighing contentedly. She was far too tired to be picky about who she was stealing warmth from.
He was surprised when she suddenly curled up against his chest. For a moment, there was an odd, warm sensation that he couldn't attribute to the body pressed against him. It only lasted a second before it flickered away, but it left him confused.
He pushed the feeling aside and tried to sleep.