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More than a woman
Chapter 7: You win again – Part 1
'Oh', CC said, observing Niles while he licked his own finger from some whipped cream, 'Did they see you?'
'Yes', he answered, raising a brow, 'Being discreet proves impossible when you enter a room singing'.
She grinned, finishing the banana, 'So happy were you?'
'Yes', he smiled, taking the banana peel from her hand, 'Ridiculously happy, so it seems'.
'It's not ridiculous', CC protested sincerely, taking a bottle of chocolate syrup and opening it, 'Think of all we have been through!'
'So', he tilted his head to observe better while she tasted the chocolate and closed her eyes in pleasure, approving his choices, 'You think we conquered the right to show some of our darkest features?'
'Yes, we did', she gave him an once-over, 'Even if, in your case, I doubt there is anything dark to be shown'.
'Hey', he pouted, 'I can be difficult and mysterious when I want'.
'Difficult? Sure. Mysterious? Sometimes', she conceded, then smirked, 'But never when you want', she licked a finger, 'Don't forget I'm still the most evil entity around; thus, the best judge to darkness, here, and I know for a fact you may intend to be devilish, but usually end up just boyish', she extended a chocolate covered finger at him, 'And, when things go really bad, childish'.
'If I didn't know better, I'd think you're saying I'm charming by accident', Niles answered, taking her hand and licking the syrup from her finger, 'What would be absurd, once it would mean you think I'm charming without making any effort', he let go of her hand, 'On the other side, I should feel offended, because what you're really saying is that I'm not as skillful as I wished I was'.
CC shook her head, inclining her body forward and signaling she wanted a kiss, 'It's nothing like that', their lips touched, 'You're very skillful', more kisses, 'I just think your charms are not related to being a bad person'.
'Unlikely yours', Niles said, just to see her chin rise in pride, stayed close and looked questioningly into her eyes, 'And mine are related to what, in your opinion?'
'To being clever and gentle when it matters', CC spoke and moaned at the deepened kiss that turned chocolate tasted, 'To feeling like my other half even when you're not supposed to, by any logic', they kissed a bit more and she parted from him to look into his eyes, 'To being bold and rough when it's required', her hand caressed his cheek, 'You're one of a kind, Niles. One that complements me. Nothing could be less ridiculous than you being mine as it feels now. As it has been, for a while'.
'Oh, Babs', Niles smiled, moved, took her hand and kissed it, 'I just meant the whole situation of them seeing me was ridiculous, not my feelings; now I know this belonging is mutual – and it explains why I'm so yours and feel like I could melt every time you look at me'.
He finished speaking and fell silent, as much aware as she of how revealing his words had been.
Deciding to steer away from the subject of feelings, again, Niles looked down at the banana peel he had in his hand, 'They asked me how was it that I had changed my mind, and Mrs Sheffield made an off handed joke about the smile on my banana'.
He showed CC what he meant with his hands raising the banana and hanging it over his mouth in a smiling-shape.
The blonde chuckled, 'I hate that woman, but she can be funny'.
He smiled, agreeing silently with her and glad the previous subject had been dropped.
She finished the chocolate in her bottle and gave it to him, 'So, they know?'
'I'm not sure', he put the bottle away with the peel. Then, he held her hand, juggled the whipped cream can, and squeezed some on her skin, 'But it's likely'.
She couldn't take her eyes from their hands, having a flashback of this same situation of his palm against hers, but involving a sponge, 'You didn't tell them?'
He raised her hand to his mouth to feed off, 'I kinda hinted at it…'
'Kinda hinted?'
CC was able to focus enough to make her question when his lips grazed the skin on the back of her hand, but then Niles flipped her hand over, put some cream on her palm and his tongue lavished it.
It was a new version of the rough side, and extracted a deep moan from her.
She was sensitive to all things Niles, but he seemed to discover new ways to mess with her senses with troubling easiness.
He resumed his explanation, taking the can again, 'Mister Sheffield pointed out I just had toppings with me, and I answered that I had something in my room'.
He spoke and winked at her, spreading some cream on the length of her arm.
CC managed to smirk through the swirl of sensations, 'Well, even if they can be really stupid, I suppose they do know'.
Niles nodded and raised his left hand to pull the covers slowly down, 'I hope you don't mind'.
'I'm not cold', she answered approvingly.
'I didn't mean this, but I'm glad you mean this'.
He uncovered her body, throwing the sheet aside with a flourish, while looking into CC's eyes.
She relaxed her body, lying more than sitting, and opened her legs a bit, 'I'm making it too easy for you'.
'There's no reason to be shy, sweetie', Niles sat closer to her and juggled the can, squinting a line of whipped cream on CC's left shoulder.
'Yes, there is. This should be new and difficult for me, remember?', she sighed, 'That was the whole point of this story'.
'I still can't quite get why...', he inclined and started licking her shoulder clean, '...with this beautiful body of yours'.
CC kept quiet for some moments, enjoying the tingle created by his lips and tongue and teeth working on her shoulder, then advancing to her jaw.
She was trying not to think of what he had said – one thing was finding herself beautiful, or listening to it from a well paid partner; other thing, completely different, was hearing it spontaneously from another person.
From Niles.
He had supported his left hand on the mattress, by her right side, what gave him leverage to reach her mouth with his and stay there, providing a mix of soothing and wakening of senses that took CC's thoughts from the logic realm.
When they parted, they shared a sweet smile that reinforced in her mind the confusion between tenderness and lust.
Niles turned to find the whipped cream can, and CC spoke, 'When you said you hoped I didn't mind...'
'Uhm?', he asked, turning back.
'You meant if they knew about us?'
'No', he juggled the can, 'It was not what I meant'.
'What was it, then?'
'First tell me your answer'.
'To what?'
'If that had been my question, what would be your answer?'
'What was the question, again?'
'Focus, Babcock', he chided, playfully, 'Do you mind that I didn't tell the Sheffields about us?'
'I'm trying to focus, Niles', she defended herself, 'But I'm not in a position to follow complex dialogue'.
'No, you're not', he rested a hand on her left breast, 'But I would love to hear what you have to say', he looked at her in all seriousness, while picking a nipple between his fingers and teasing it, 'Should I stop it, so you can think properly?'
'Don't need to', she hissed, closing her eyes in concentration, 'I don't mind they kinda know'.
'Why?', he asked, his hand massaging her breast.
She sighed in pleasure and torment, 'Because it will save us the problem of explaining everything in the morning after'.
'I see', he said, softly, and leaned in to kiss her nipple, 'Thank you'.
CC opened her eyes, 'Now, you tell me what you had really asked'.
He stayed with his face close to her breasts, so he could shower them with soft kisses, but looked at her, 'I wanted to know how you felt about me not outing us clearly to them'.
She nodded in understanding, 'It's kind of interesting that they keep guessing. We can do some innuendo as if we think it's flying over their heads, just to see Maxwell squirm searching for what to say, and Nanny Fine trying to extract the details. That will be fun'.
She grinned at the possibilities, and he smiled softly, 'I'm relieved it didn't go through your mind that I could want to hide... us from people'.
'Niles…', she shook her head, 'You proposed five times. I would be surprised if you wanted us to be a secret'.
'Now you have a point', he conceded.
'I always do', CC said and pulled him by the robe.
They kissed leisurely.
At least, Niles thought CC intended to follow the slow pace and kiss him with no hurry or immediate goal in sight.
However, her hands were roaming by his chest and arms, and soon they found what she wanted.
When he realized, she had untied his robe and was pulling it open.
Niles smiled at her goal-oriented actions and helped her to pull the robe open until he was able to take it off completely and throw it aside.
Now, as naked as her, he sat by her side on the bed, jiggled the can again and squinted one big drop on each of her nipples.
CC closed her eyes and just enjoyed his attentions, letting the feeling of his lips and tongue on her breasts took her to that place of intimacy they seemed to reach really quick.
Each time they touched, after what CC had called their reconciliation, they were not really negotiating anything, but advancing on new territories that were always permitted. The lack of hesitation or regret should be creepy; but it was too delicious to give space to any suspicion or doubt.
She sighed, feeling her skin tingling in pleasure and her whole body getting more and more sensitive under his ministrations: the lips and tongue on her breasts, his hand palming her waist, caressing her hip and resting on her stomach.
When she felt what seemed to be a parting peck on each of her nipples, CC opened her eyes to see what Niles was going to do next.
He was kneeling by her side and juggling the can, again, this time with more force than really necessary for a small line.
It made his whole body bounce, and CC giggled, funding his actions funny and promising.
Having sex had never been playful and light, in her experience.
Niles was contradicting so many expectations she feared, sometimes, that she wouldn't be able to cope with so many brand new good feelings.
Happily, it had not happened, until now.
He chuckled at her mirth and proceeded to squint a long line of whipped cream, from the middle of her breasts, around her navel, and stopping at the middle of her pubis.
Their eyes met, and he bent his body to lick and nibble at her skin.
She put her hands on his hair, enjoying the feel of it under her fingers.
It was, again, the empowerment: she enjoyed to be in the position of being serviced by him.
They had played slave games many times, and she had always had the sensation that Niles didn't mind that much being at her service, even with the façade of annoyance he sported.
Now she could see it was not that he didn't mind; in fact, he enjoyed it, too.
(And they were a match made in Heaven if the things he liked doing were the things she wanted from him.)
CC regretted every time she had him as her slave and had turned the opportunity away for some silly prank, like sending him to build an useless gazebo or giving massages to Sylvia.
Or making him share a cabin on a cruise – a cabin with a Jacuzzi! - with Yetta instead of her.
When Niles finished cleaning the line he had drawn, CC opened her eyes.
He was smirking at her in that lopsided way she adored but meant trouble.
Well, she probably adored it because it meant trouble.
She raised her brows in challenge.
He juggled the can one more time and made it hover over her center.
Her breathing faltered, and her eyes didn't leave his.
'I see someone is happy to see me again', he lowered the can, 'I hope you understand I can't possibly neglect it'.
CC felt like smiling, or laughing, or thanking him, but couldn't do neither. She was too aroused and too enchanted by how Niles managed to bring lightness to a situation that would be awkward under any other circumstances.
A situation that had been awkward with all the other people who had been with her in the same circumstances, in fact.
'Yes', she finally spoke.
'Yes what, witch?'
His demanding tone brought up her bossy side, 'I'm waiting for you to keep me happy', she concentrated in the most similar thing to a glare she could muster, 'And I don't like waiting'.
His eyes got that dark shade of blue she recognized as desire and endearment, and Niles squinted whipped cream on her center.
A generous amount of it.
'As long as you let me...', he said, letting the can aside and kneeling to place a long kiss on her stomach, '...I'll be around to make every inch of you happy'.
'I want it', she caressed his hair again, 'I want you'.
Now, the huge confession had been hers, and one more time there was a moment of silence and understanding.
'I can see it', Niles smirked, looking at her cock.
CC reddened but decided to be bold, 'Well, if you have already seen it, it's time to taste it'.
The butler raised his brows playfully, 'Really?'
She just put her hands behind her head, assuming the most authoritative position possible.
He licked his lips in obvious arousing, and his voice came out hoarsely, 'You're so lucky I live to serve...'
CC smiled at him, and the I know I'm lucky was left unspoken, but very clear.
Niles smiled back and didn't leave her waiting.