Patience has never been a virtue of Alex. Hell, being virtuous has never been a virtue of Alex. But nonetheless, for the last six months, she had been both.
She stands in front of the mirror in her bedroom, tugging on the hem of fitted green T-shirt. The dark skinny jeans she's wearing are practically painted on and the black pumps make her legs look so much longer than they actually are
It's not her usual style (except for the shoes) but it was perfect for what would happen next.
Considering she paid for this safe house, it's no surprise that her room is the largest. She runs through the steps mentally, as she goes over the room, making sure everything is in place. Windows closed and locked, curtains pulled shut, bed neatly made and her…er…supplies, stashed in the closet.
"Okay Lex, you can do this. It's simple."
She walks back around her massive queen-sized bed to the left side of the room, where her full length mirror was. She grabs it and drags it over to her bed. She doesn't waste anytime taking her shoes off, just climbs on top, stands up, and holds the mirror out in front of her. "Sorry about this, Katarina."
Naming her mirror wasn't the weirdest thing she had done.
She drops it, or, more accurately, hurls it to the floor. It shatters-glass, frame, stand-all of it destroyed. The sound it makes breaking is both disturbing and eerily beautiful. She hops down off the bed, pumps making a soft thud as they collide with the white carpet, and cries out. She hobbles over the broken glass and rushes to the door in false panic.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" she exclaims. She swings the door open and calls out, "Birkhoff! Nikita! I need you guys!" she tosses in a note of panic for emphasis.
They call back to her, but she doesn't hear what they're saying because she's already back in the room. Seconds later, she hears them running up the steps. She hurries and crouches down next to the glass.
'Alex! Are you okay? What happened?" It's Nikita who speaks first, rushing to her side. Alex exhales heavily, looking down at her hand. There's broken glass in her palm, and an unhealthy amount of blood encircling it. She winces-an actual, real wince. She hadn't meant to make that much blood appear.
"I was just trying to rearrange my room. I figured it would be easier to just drag it over the bed instead of dragging it across the carpet." she winces again. Not at pain, but at the drops of blood that were staining the carpet. "It hit the bedpost and then it just fucking flipped over…and…" she trails off, pointing to her hand. I tried to catch it but…"
Nikita gives a small, relieved laugh. "I thought you were being murdered, Lex. Here, give me your hand." She brushes the glass off her hand, and holds it up, inspecting it. "All right. Well, it's not deep, but it's not shallow eit-"
Before she can finish talking, Alex reaches out and squeezes the pressure points in both her neck and inner elbow. The amount of force she used, she knows Nikita will be out for ten minutes, at the very least.
The older woman starts to fall forward, into the pile of glass but both Alex and Birkhoff reach out and catch her. They ease her down backwards, making sure not to hurt her.
"Alright, that's done." Birkhoff says, straightening back up. "The panic was a nice touch, by the way."
Alex flashes him a smile over her shoulder. "Yeah, I thought so." A moment passes and they both look down at Nikita. "You should probably go now, B. She'll be waking up in a few minutes."
"I'll be downstairs then." Birkhoff turns and heads towards the door, stopping before he steps over the threshold. "If she screams 'help' or 'rape' at all, I'll be up here and kicking your ass in seconds, Lex."
Alex rolls her eyes, actually a bit touched by his concern. "It's not rape Birkhoff. It may not even be sex. I just want to put on a little show for her. That's all." Alex turns back around and begins scooping up the glass.
"If Michael were here he'd call you a rapist."
"Michael's not here and I'm just trying to help her get over that whole 'guilt' thing. As soon as she says no it's over."
Birkhoff nods and leaves the room. "Have fun with your lesbian experience!"
"Hopefully!"
Then she gets to work on putting everything into place.
x
When Nikita wakes up, she's handcuffed to a chair. Because there are no arms to the chair, both of her arms are pulled behind her and cuffed to the legs of the chair.
There's a flash of panic; a short moment when fear and adrenaline course through her and all thoughts are jumbled and absurd.
Then her vision comes into focus, and the room around her begins to look familiar. She sighs.
"Where are you, Alex?"
Her voice comes from somewhere behind Nikita, in the right corner of the room. When she walks past, she can see Alex is holding a handful of broken glass. "Hey. I was starting to get worried about you. You were only supposed to be out for a few minutes." She walks past the bed and into her private bathroom. When she comes back out, she's empty handed.
"How long was I out?"
She shrugs. "A half hour, give or take."
"And why exactly did I pass out in the first place?" She tilts her head backwards, examining the metal cuffs that are binding her to the chair. She lets out a small growl.
"It was more convenient. For me, at least." Alex crouches out of site again, and when she stands back up, she tosses a shard of glass onto her dresser. "Okay. I think that was the last one."
"Hurray," Nikita deadpans. "Now give me the key to the cuffs."
"Don't you at least want to know why you're tied down in the first place?"
"I'm guessing it's another one of your seductions."
."I stopped using that word after the last attempt."
"So what are you calling it now?"
"Quality time. Girls' night in. Anything so long as it's not the 'S' word." Alex steps in front the chair, putting one leg on either side of Nikita.
"This is bordering on attempted rape." she says when Alex sits on her lap. Alex isn't sure, but she swears Nikita sounded a little breathless when she spoke.
"You can leave anytime you want."
"I want to leave now."
"No." Alex takes her face in both her hands and kisses her. It's a slow and gentle kiss. Not chaste, but not sloppy either and it makes Alex hum with excitement.
"We talked about this, Lexi." Nikita says when they part. Alex was right; she was-still is-breathless. "Remember? Your birthday dinner?" She's talking about the dinner they had almost four months ago, when Nikita finally agreed to give this a shot. "We agreed we would ease into this, and this," she jerks her shoulder upward, handcuffs rattling, "Is not what I had in mind."
Alex sits back up and pulls her hair away from her face. "No. You talked. You made the decisions. I sat there feeling like shit."
Nikita stays silent, relaxing her body. "I want this. I do. Just as much as you do," she says, hazel eyes roaming Alex's body. "But you know why I can't. Not just yet, anyway."
"Can't what?" she questions, feigning ignorance. "I'm not asking you to do anything. I just want you to watch." she flashes her a devious smile, then climbs off of Nikita.
"Watch what?"
Alex ignores her, and crosses the room. She flips the lock on the doorknob, and turns back around, grinning.
"Watch…what, Alex?"
For the first time in a while, Nikita is scared.
"You know, there's actually one more thing I need to do before we start."
"Before we start what, Alex?"
"I feel kind of bad about knocking you out though, I mean, waking up, handcuffed to a chair? Terrible experience." She walks over to the nightstand. "Don't worry, I just Helen Keller you this time."
"Helen wha-" When Alex is standing in front of her again, she's holding a blindfold and an iPod.
"Are you serious? Like are legitimately in your mind tonight?"
Alex giggles, slipping the smooth fabric over the older woman's eyes. She secures it in a knot-that's more difficult than it should have been due to Nikita's natural rebellious nature-and uncoils the headphones from around the electronic.
"You like Ellie Goulding, right?"
"Who?"
"Never mind." She slips the headphones in her ears-again, much harder than it should have been-and Nikita's world goes completely dark.
x
When the blindfold and headphones are taken away, there's a stripper pole in the center of the room. Nikita's chair is only a few inches to the right of the bed, adjusted at the perfect angle so there's nothing obscuring her view.
"God hates me."
"You know, most guys-and girls-would kill for an opportunity like this." Alex drops the iPod and blindfold back into the nightstand drawer.
"I think it's safe to say I'm not most people."
"Can't you just live in the moment, for once in your life?" Alex shoots her a pout over her shoulder, and walks to the pole. The lamps in the room have been switched off, the only sources of light coming from the dozens of candles that are spread out along the floor, dresser, desk and nightstands. The flickering flames paint pale shadows on the walls and furniture and to her right; the open window gives way to a billowing, satin curtain. Lyrics of a song Nikita doesn't recognize fills the room.
"Do you like this song?" Alex asks her. "It's a band called The XX. The song is called 'Heart Skipped a Beat." Alex puts her right hand on the pole, keeping her gaze on the base of it. She takes steps around it, eyes focused on something Nikita can't see.
"You're not wearing pants." And she's not. She's still wearing the tight green shirt, and her pumps, but her pants are nowhere to be found. In their place is a tiny pair of lacy underwear.
"How perceptive of you," Alex smirks, humming along to the song. "Do you have a favorite move?" She puts her other hand on the pole, hips swaying in time to the song.
"I've never actually seen anyone 'work the pole.'" Nikita says, wondering why she isn't looking away. That makes Alex stop. Literally. She doesn't say anything, just cocks an eyebrow and continues on.
She goes around the pole again, and stops when her back is to both Nikita and the pole. She drops to the ground quickly, then pulls herself up with one hand. She spins around keeping only her right hand on the pole, and rolls her hips forward several times.
"So…" Nikita starts. "The XX."
"The XX." Alex echoes. The song changes and a new one comes on. The opening beat has a techno sound to it, before the keyboard and drums kick in. "This is another one of their songs. Teardrops."
A female begins to sing, her voice low and hypnotic. Alex repeats the move she did seconds earlier, but this time, instead of pulling herself back up right away, she takes her time, rolling her body forward. "And the music, don't feel like it did," she sings along, going around the pole again. "With you." She shoots Nikita a pointed look.
"So…The XX." Nikita repeats.
"Yes. The XX." Alex enunciates, smirking at her.
"What?"
"Your voice." She grabs the pole a few inches above her head. "It's the one you use when you're trying to distract yourself." She hoists herself up, flipping her body in the process. She's bent at the waist now, her legs forming a V.
"Right." Nikita says. It's a hollow response and Alex knows she's not paying attention to the conversation anymore.
Alex crosses her ankles and tightens her grip on the bar. "This next move is one of my favorites. "It's called that _"
She slides down the pole, keeping her ankles locked while twirling her body. The room spins around her, shapes morphing with one another and colors bleeding together. The song comes to an end and the room is silent for a few moments. Halfway down the pole she stops, uncrosses her ankles, and puts her feet back on the ground, left one first, then right.
"That's…impressive."
"Thank you. I've been doing this since I was thirteen." Out the corner of her eye, she can see Nikita cringe. "Pole dancing was always my favorite part, Nik. It was the only thing I didn't hate."
"Why was that?"
"The power that came with it." she says it in a tone of voice that implies it should be obvious. "When you're on the pole, you become the center of attention. Every pair of eyes, ever mind absorbing your every move. The music, the lighting, the temperature-it's has to be just right. It doesn't seem like it, but it's all important. It's an art. The art of seduction." She hooks one leg around the pole, spinning slowly. "And when you master it, you become every man's desire. You become their fantasy, the only thing they want in the world."
Nikita hates herself for being unable to turn her eyes away. Her gaze remains fixed on the other woman's body, long and lithe, curling and twisting around the pole, never once out of sync with the music. She's saying something, asking her a question, but Nikita doesn't hear her, only sees her.
"Nikita." The only reason she hears that is because Alex stops moving.
"Yes." Her own hazel eyes drift upwards, and find lustrous blue ones.
"I asked if you wanted me to shut the window. You were shivering." If the smirk on her face was any indication, than Alex knew the temperature had nothing to do with her reaction.
"I'm fine."
"Right." Alex steps away from the pole and towards the dresser, where her iPod dock is. She skips over every song until she finds the one she's looking for. Nikita recognizes the opening notes of the song.
"Skin, by Rihanna. I love this song."
"I know." Alex crosses the room, coming to a stop in front of Nikita. "Do you still want to leave?"
Nikita gazes up at her. The tiny T-shirt she wore had rode up, revealing a belly button Nikita didn't know was pierced and a tattoo that wasn't there the last time Nikita had seen her topless. "No."
Alex smiles. "I thought so." She straddles Nikita once again, her face mere inches from hers. "Do you like them?"
"Like what?"
"The piercing. The tattoo. It's a phoenix."
"I have a phoenix tattoo."
"I know," is her response. She begins grinding her hips against Nikita, soft, gentle movements that arouses a fire deep inside her. "We got them for the same reason."
Minutes ago, there was a chill in the air. An indescribable cold that only Nikita felt, that left goose bumps on her arms and no air in her lungs. Now she was flushed, and warm and still fighting to keep her breath. Alex inches closer to her, every inch of their upper bodies touching, hips still grinding against hers.
"Right, Nik?" Alex questions.
Dammit. She was talking again. "What?"
Alex giggles, rolling her eyes. "Never mind. I'll tell you later."
"Okay."
Alex smirks, pressing her body into Nikita's completely, not grinding, not dancing, just there. When she exhales, it tickles Nikita's lips and the older woman has to stifle a moan. The moment is over all too quickly; Alex stands and turns, her back to Nikita now as she sits on her lap again.
"If I didn't know any better, I 'd say this was working." Alex says, her voice too sweet to be sincere. The song ends and 'You Da One,' also by Rihanna, starts. The blurry notes blaring from the speakers are upbeat, unlike every other song Alex has danced to tonight. The style of her dancing changes too, the moves jerkier and faster, hips moving with the rhythm, chest rolling forward every so often.
"It's warm in here," Nikita murmurs, in a trance-like state.
"I think I am right."
"What?"
"Nothing, Nikita," Alex laughs. She grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head, long, brown locks falling wildly around her bare shoulders.
Nikita swallows heavily. She opens her mouth to speak but she has nothing to say. Instead, she tries to focus on the music playing, rather than the growing wetness in her underwear.
The song on the iPod changes once again, the opening notes have a ringing, metallic sound to them. The voice that sings first-female-is one that she recognizes now.
"The XX."
"Yep. This one is called 'Night Time.'" Alex hums along, moving to the beat.
"You really like this band."
"They make good stripping music." Alex moves back until there's no space left between them. She grinds her butt into Nikita's crotch one, two, three times, finally eliciting a moan from her.
"Finally!" She exclaims, rolling her hips forward. "I was starting to think I was the only one getting wet."
"You're w…" Nikita trails off, for some reason unable to say the word "wet" in relation to Alex.
"Mmm-hmm," Alex nods, pulling her bra strap off her shoulder. "I'm soaked, Nikki," she sighs. She pulls the other one down too and turns her head, briefly glancing at Nikita who leans forward and presses a kiss to the bare skin of her shoulders.
"This is torture," Nikita whispers, moving the kisses upward, to her neck. She comes to a stop when she reaches her earlobe, taking it between her teeth.
"Only because this is as far as you'll let it go," she sighs again, this time a little breathier. Alex adjusts her body so that she's sitting on only one of Nikita's legs. She starts grinding again, this time the motions quicker than before. It's not until Nikita hears another sigh that she realizes what she's doing.
"Oh God. Alex are you-?" Her question is cut off by the brunette's panting; the short, breathless gasps that make the answer obvious.
Alex presses her hand firmly to Nikita's knee, using it as leverage. Shifting her body forward, she quickens the motion pressing herself into Nikita's leg. Nikita lets out a moan, the feeling of Alex's heat and wetness on her bare leg overwhelming her. The moans come louder and quicker, and soon Alex is moving at an indescribable speed.
She gives one final, loud moan as her entire body shudders, hips making erratic movements to prolong the orgasm as Nikita fidgets beneath her. It's no use though; all good things must come to an end and this is no exception. She keeps rubbing herself against Nikita though, knowing full well that she's enjoying the sensation.
When Alex straightens up again, she's breathless and doesn't try to hide it. She leans back against Nikita, exhaling heavily. "Shit. My underwear are ruined now."
Nikita lets out an annoyed sigh. "Mine too." There's a mess in her underwear now, but unlike Alex she hasn't gotten off yet. She's close to it, but not quite there. She presses a kiss to the back of her neck and suppresses a moan.
Alex giggles, and leans forward. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." She separates her body from Nikita and stands facing her. She runs a finger up her stomach and hooks a finger on the part of the bra that connects the two cups. It's a front clasp bra and when she unclasps it, her breasts fall free, swinging slightly.
"Not done teasing me, huh?" Nikita watches as she pinches her own nipples, tugging them and her breasts upward for a second.
Alex shakes her head and grins. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny underwear, pulling them down with unhurried ease. From here, Nikita can see that she wasn't lying when she said she was soaked. She swallows heavily and drags her gaze upward, to Alex's face.
The look Nikita gives is one that can only be described as hungry and that burning fierceness in her eyes only turns Alex on more.
She straddles Nikita once again, this time completely naked. "You made me wait," Alex says, kissing her roughly, both of them still breathless. "For two years, I thought about you every day." Another kiss. "And you know what I had to do, every night, lying in bed?" Alex pants into the other woman's mouth. Nikita moans, pulling her closer.
"That's right," she whispers, in her ear. "Every. Single. Night." Alex continues kissing her, lips moving south. She had absolutely no intention of freeing Nikita anytime soon. Her soft lips flutter over Nikita's lips, throat, collarbone, chest, and after pushing her shirt up, her stomach.
"Where's the key to these things?" She asks, rattling the handcuffs.
"Somewhere only I know." Alex smirks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She drags the tip of her tongue down Nikita's stomach, only stopping to dip her tongue in her belly button, earning another animalistic moan from her.
Nikita shudders beneath her as Alex works on the zipper of her shorts. When she pulls them down, it's with haste. She tosses them carelessly behind her, nearly hitting a candle.
"Lexi," Nikita groans. Long fingers hook into the waistband of her boy shorts and seconds later the tight-and wet-fabric is being pulled from her skin. Unlike the shorts, Alex takes her time removing these, easing them off the other woman gently. Nikita lets out a soft sigh as the cool air hits her, electrifying ever nerve in her body. The underwear drop around her ankles and she kicks them off, looking down when Alex presses a kiss to her knee.
"I've been waiting too long to do this," she says, looking up into her eyes.
"Then what are you waiting for?" It comes out a little harsher than she meant, but there was a throbbing inside of her that overpowered everything else.
"What ever happened to Nikita the Saint?" Alex teases. It wasn't a nice thing to do…but Alex didn't care. She sits back, smiling.
"Wha…?"
"Nikita the Saint. You know, the one who was against this from the very beginning." Alex drags a hand up and down Nikita's thigh, and each time the action is repeated, her inches closer to, but doesn't touch that part of her body.
"She…she…" Nikita trails off, closing her eyes.
"She what?"
"She won't be a problem." Alex rubs her thumb over her slit, teasing the slick, wet folds. She can feel the other woman's body tense beneath her as she whimpers.
"Not now or not ever?" She pulls her thumb away and holds it in front of her lips. Alex watches her reaction with a mixture of cruelty and amusement as she sticks the digit in her mouth, running her tongue over every inch of skin that's covered with the taste of Nikita.
Nikita throws her head back, knocking it against the back of the chair. "Jesus Christ," she pants, her chest heaving up and down and her toes curls tightly curled.
"I asked you a question, Nikita."
"She won't…she won't be a problem…not now, not ever."
"Look at me." Alex leans forward, propping her chin on the edge of the seat. She can smell Nikita from here. "Are you sure?" Nikita nods.
"That's good," Alex smiles. She scoots closer to the chair, and puckers her lips. She blows a burst of cool air on her, shifting her neck every now and then to make sure the cool air reached every inch of her slit.
"Fuck," Nikita breathes, biting her lip.
"You smell good, Nik."
"I probably taste even better."
"No need to rush things." Alex mocks. "You told me waiting is good."
"Oh my God, Alex," she moans, becoming flushed. Alex bites the skin of her inner thigh, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh.
"Love bite," she sing-songs, pulling her legs farther apart. "You want another one?" Nikita nods, body going limp. Alex gives her three more, the last one so close to her womanhood Alex swears she can see the wetness actually coming out.
"Please," Nikita begs.
"Please what?" Alex asks, using a saccharine voice. She nuzzles her with the tip of her nose, Nikita's warmth and scent dominating her world.
"Oh my God, Alex."
"You already said that," Alex smirks, finally taking pity on Nikita, Nikita whose eyes were clenched shut and stomach muscles pulled taut. Alex puts an end to her begging and licks her, a soft flick of the tongue that gave them both what they wanted. Nikita shudders at the contact, teeth digging into her bottom lip.
She was right; she did taste good. Alex licks her again, this time using her entire tongue and not just the tip. She lays kiss after kiss on her lower lips, loving the damp and sensuous feeling they leave behind. The Russian's lips moved up and down, covering every inch, claiming every inch. Nikita's hips begin to rock back and forth, and Alex knows she wants more. Alex is happy to take more. She sits back up, peering up at the other woman.
"How does that feel?" Alex murmurs, slipping her thumb over her clit.
Nikita moans in response.
"I'll take that as a 'don't stop' then." Alex puts more pressure on it, rubbing tight, harsh circles while using her index finger to tease her entrance. Nikita tosses her head to the side, gasping at the sensation.
Tonight, seduction isn't the only art form, teasing is one too.
Alex circles her entrance with the tip of her finger. "I wonder how long it'll take to make you cum," she wonders aloud.
Nikita growls, not at all amused that she sees this as a game. For God's sake, it felt like the apocalypse was taking place in her crotch. "Not long if you stop with these fucking games."
Alex smirks, easing a finger in her, first one inch, then another until she's knuckle deep inside of her. "You can handle more than one finger, right?" she pulls her finger out, shoving it right back in and then again. Nikita shudders, rolling her hips forward in agony.
"God, yes!" she exclaims, panting. Alex pulls her finger out again, replacing it with two. Nikita whimpers, tossing her head to the other side. "Stop teasing me," she pleads, thrusting her hips forward. Alex rotates her fingers, curling them in the process and Nikita swears her eyes are tearing up.
"Another one?"
"Jesus just fuck me already," Nikita all but screams.
And she does scream when Alex wraps her lips around her clit, sucking and teasing with her teeth. Her fingers are pumping in and out of her and every few seconds they hit that spot and all Nikita can do is moan because her fucking hands are still handcuffed behind her.
She lets out a strangled whimper, gasping for breath between highs. "Faster!"
Alex pulls her mouth away from her, licking her lips. Her fingers are still moving in and out of her, gaining speed with every second. She takes her other hand and uses her thumb and index finger to spread her lips. "You need to learn patience, Nikki," Her tongue finds her clit again, flicking over the sensitive nub again and again. Alex curls her fingers again, making Nikita thrash violently above her.
Complete sentences are no longer an option for Nikita, any thought roaming through her mind obliterated by waves of ecstasy radiating throughout her body.
"Shit," she moans, biting her lip so hard she tastes blood. Every pump of the hand meets a thrust of the hips, every sigh dominated by a moan.
"You're almost done, aren't you?" Alex asks, pulling away from her again. Nikita groans, nodding her head. She feels herself tightening around the Russian's fingers, tiny white shapes beginning to dance behind her eyelids. She pants out; completely lost in the whirlwind of the coming orgasm.
"You really want to cum, don't you?" Alex sits back on her ankles, hand still moving inside Nikita, but not as fast as before. Nikita grunts at the interruption.
"What do you want Nikita?"
"Hmm-mmm," is her only response as she thrust her hips forward, trying to make up for the reduction in speed.
Alex slows her pace again. "What do you want, Nikita?"
"Wha…? Don't…stop," she pants.
Alex 'tsk-tsks,' slowing her hand to a devastating speed: in, two second pause, out, two second pause, in, pause, out, pause. Nikita cries out. She can feel herself falling off the edge, even though she hasn't actually reached it yet.
"Then answer my question. What do you want?"
"You." She knows it's the right answer, because for the last two years, that's what all this has been about, Alex trying to make Nikita want her. Making her need her.
"When do you want me?" A reward for the right answer, Alex pumps a little faster.
"Now." Nikita shudders at the small wave of pleasure.
Alex leans forward and presses a kiss to her lower lips, licking her clit as she pulls away. "Now and?"
"Now and what?" The warmth spreads throughout her body again, as Alex hand nears her original pace. She knows she's flushed and just like before, it's hard to form sentences.
"Now and for what?" Alex's hand glides over her spot, not curling or scratching, but only gliding and Nikita knows she won't get those luxuries until she gives Alex what she wants.
"For fucking eternity!" Nikita screams, body thrashing. She rolls her hips forward, thrusting with every fiber of her being. She is this close to something she's wanted for so long.
"Good girl," Alex coos.
Nikita tosses her head backwards, entire body trembling as Alex finishes the job; fingers in knuckles deep, going 1,000 miles an hour, teeth and tongue ravishing her clit. Her heart pounds; lashing out in her chest as she rolls her hips up and down, slamming against the wooden chair. God. How long had it been since someone had gotten her off like this?
"Mmm," Alex murmurs, kissing her stomach. "I think this is where we left off."
Nikita cries out as she feels it; the building orgasm, the tightened muscles, the temporary loss of all senses. Her hips are rocking violently and her world is darkening and then she's coming; fast and hard and so very loud.
She keeps moving though, trying to prolong the dying orgasm but of course, nothing lasts forever. Her body shudders for the last few seconds of it, jerky movements that tell her that it's all over, all too quickly.
Her body goes limp as Alex pulls away. When she opens her eyes again, the room is spinning and Alex is standing before her. Licking her fingers clean.
"How was that?" she smirks, yet again straddling her.
Nikita leans forward and captures her lips in a soft, passionate kiss. In absentia of words, a kiss will suffice.
"I'll take that as 'mind blowing,'" Alex says, breaking the kiss. She pecks her once more then stands up. Nikita watches as she crosses the room completely naked, not bothering to cover up or anything.
"How did you know that would work?" Nikita asks, after she's caught her breath a minute or so later. "The seduction. It didn't work the first time. It was a failure the second. Why go for it a third time?" Alex crouches down and opens the bottom drawer of her dresser, rummaging around for something. When she finds it, she straightens up and kicks the drawer close.
"Because I learned something from the other two times," as she steps closer, Nikita can see something silver glint in her hand. A key. "When you're seducing someone, you don't just tease them, or give them what they want right away. No. You take what you want from them, and then you make them want the same thing. You make them need the same thing."
Nikita hears the tumblers of a lock and then another, and then the handcuffs fall to the floor. She groans at the stiffness in her arms as she pulls them forward.
"Are you sure about that? There was an unhealthy amount of teasing tonight," she says, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists. There are red lines cut all across the sensitive skin and the beginning of bruises along her upper arms where they'd been pressed into the chair.
"You deserved that."
Nikita stands, blushing the moment she remembers she's completely bottomless.
Alex smirks at her, nodding to her crotch. "What's wrong, Nik? A minute ago you were trying to suffocate me with that." She steps around her and walks back to the dresser. Nikita stays where she is, covering herself.
When the other woman steps in front of her again, she has on a red, oversized 'The Kills' concert tee and nothing else. She holds out a pair of pajama pants with tiny dancing pandas on them.
Nikita smiles; Alex will always be a kid on the inside.
"So," Alex starts. Nikita steps into the pajamas, and then looks up. "Nikita the Saint..." she trails off, biting her lips. Her eyes are cast downward and for the first time in a while, Nikita gets a peek of her shyness.
"What about her?"
"You said she wouldn't be a problem."
Nikita slips her arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I did." She presses a kiss to the hollow of her neck, letting her lips linger on the soft, scented skin.
"Did you mean just tonight or…" she trails off again, breaking eye contact. Nikita laughs, and pulls her in for another kiss, biting on her bottom lip as she pulls away.
"No." she says, shaking her head. She presses her forehead against Alex's and looks her square in her baby blue eyes.
"I mean for fucking eternity."
That is all:) Hope you guys all enjoyed the long awaited smut scene.
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