More than a woman
Chapter 18: Nights on Broadway – Part 2
He rested their joined hands on her tummy, 'For a moment it sounded like we were moving together'.
'And it got you nervous?', she extended an arm above her head, so she could caress his hair, 'Don't you want it?'
He smiled sweetly at her, 'Of course I want it, kiddo. I just- wait', his eyes were wide, 'Does it mean what it seems to mean?'
CC smiled at Niles' expression.
She found it comforting that he would not jump into conclusions based on his expectations and the hints she gave him. They had been spending a lot of time together, lately, they had got deeply affectionate often, and it was good that he would not take every emotional moment as a promise of them engaging in a fairy tale-ish plot of marrying and living together ever after.
Their relationship had changed a lot, and that is why it gave her a welcomed sense of familiarity when they acted as the same Niles and CC who had developed an unique form of communication through a healthy dose of teasing word games, ambiguous gestures and careful approaches.
Changing that would be like unbalancing a whole universe – Niles believing immediately in anything CC Babcock said would surely be one of the signs of the Armageddon.
(Besides, CC was sure it would make that thing between them kind of creepy.)
'What an interesting question, lover', she spoke in a light tone, 'The answer depends on what you think I mean'.
He nodded.
His thumb caressed hers in the hands that were joined on her belly, what showed he was going to wait calmly for her explanation, and intended to enjoy their contact while at it.
His gesture spoke of the trust they had forged between them, and she found it reassuring.
And endearing.
(And confusing, because she liked when he was suspicious of her, but she adored when he was comfortable like that.)
CC's voice was softer than she had wished it to be, 'If you think what I mean is that I'd like to get you tangled in our new life in California to the point you'll detach yourself from the Sheffields and turn me into your top priority…', she smirked at him, 'You're right'.
It extracted a fond smile from Niles.
She caressed leisurely his jaw, touched by the expression on his face, 'However, if you think I mean this routine we have here by ourselves is so nice I want us to live together to have it every day, then...'
His eyes got slightly wider in expectation.
She wriggled her brows at him suggestively.
His mouth hanged open in shock, and he made an effort to speak, 'I-I don't think I get it...'
She rolled her eyes, 'For God' sake, Niles. Why did I pester Maxwell until I had a saying on which would be your room in the new mansion?'
Now he spoke carefully, 'You said you wanted to make sure we had some privacy for our rendezvous'.
She smiled fondly at the perfect French pronunciation that brought memories of some really private classes, 'Exactly. So, if I said your room in the mansion is just for our trysts, where did you think I intended you to live?'
It took Niles some moments to believe his own ears, but the change in his face and body when he did made CC's heart soar: his shoulders relaxed, his torso molded even better to her side, he opened an ecstatic grin and his eyes shone in pure joy.
(She was the source of his happiness really often, and every single time it made her alarmingly fulfilled to be so.)
She blinked in surprise, taken aback by her own feelings.
Her right hand went up to touch his ear, and her left one held his hand tighter, 'Don't read too much in this', she hurried to say, 'You were the one who said I'll be working a lot. We don't know how much time I'll be able to spend with you when we get closer to the premiere, so it's just wise to make sure in the end of the day we are together somewhere out of the Sheffields, as we've been here'.
He kept looking into her eyes, in silence.
She knew he was assessing her feelings on the subject.
CC could not decide what she wanted him to assume, based on her words.
She had backpedalled, and maybe it was for the better if he got disappointed by her attitude and broke the moment.
It was not like he could really understand that the idea of living together without a rational argument behind it felt terribly uncomfortable to CC, and that she couldn't bring herself to admit the truth – that she just wanted to live with him because it felt too damn good.
Niles looked at their joined hands, and CC followed his stare.
Her hand was holding his really tight, and she hadn't even noticed.
He smiled, as if her gesture made something clear.
He raised their hands to his lips and kissed hers.
'I understand', he looked into her eyes again, tenderly, 'And I promise to do anything in my reach to honor the fact you want to share your lair with me'.
CC felt her eyes moisten.
Niles had understood her hold on him meant she wanted them to be together, anchoring each other.
And the way he phrased his thoughts showed he really understood that she was not making an invitation or accepting his proposals, but pulling him with her to have something she had never even considered offering to anyone else.
It was not the yes he had asked for, but it was a clear signal of acceptance, and the closest to a compromise she could do at this point, being CC who she was.
They grinned at each other like two idiots, basking in the realization that they were in a new level of synch, deeper and stronger than what they had before, and still a clear continuation of that.
Niles leaned to touch her lips with his, 'You're wonderful, you know?'
CC kissed him back, and would feel like a traditional princess, lying down to have her lips chastely touched by Prince Charming, if her hand didn't have a mind of its own all of a sudden and hadn't gone to his hair to pull him for a deeper joining.
She manifested her agreement just to tease him, 'Uhum'.
He chuckled (Wow, this sound!) and their tongues caressed each other amorously.
CC moved to be on her side, letting go of his hand, so she could reach out for Niles' thigh and bring him even closer to her.
The kiss had turned into lingering sweet touches just to keep feeling the other's taste when the blonde had a sudden fit of laughing.
'Hey', Niles protested, smiling at her mirth, 'That's a really thin line between happiness and hilarity'.
She nose-kissed him, 'You're one of a kind!'
'Uhm', he answered, fascinated by her tenderness and getting curious, 'I like to hear that, but what exactly did I do to be worth such a praise?', he tilted his head, 'Supposing it is a praise'.
'Yes, it is', she rubbed her whole body on him and grinned, 'You got hard quicker talking about living together than when you were massaging my bare back with scented oils'.
He moved his shoulders, slightly embarrassed, 'Well, you know I'm a sensitive guy'.
'I understand completely', she answered, very serious, then dropped her voice an octave, 'I used to be one'.
He laughed and she grinned, fascinated by her own feeling of satisfaction at extracting that reaction from him.
When Niles calmed down, he kissed her forehead, 'Sorry if your sudden announcements make me feel like this'.
CC found him so lovely she caved in the urge to stretch her body to savor the feeling of her relaxed muscles and warm skin coming alive in his arms, 'Don't be sorry, baby', she smirked at him, 'Cause I'm not'.
Niles's eyes followed her movements, the familiar mix of tenderness and lust in them, 'If you could stop being so awesome maybe I had a chance of not getting aroused'.
'No way', she answered, settling on her back again and throwing him a dazzling grin, 'You being aroused is for my own benefit, and I never leave any opportunities for my own benefit to slip away'.
He supported himself on his left arm, his right one reaching out, so his hand rested on her hip.
CC's eyes got darker in anticipation.
His right hand caressed the skin from her hip to her belly, then went up to rest between her breasts, over her heart, feeling the slightly accelerated beat.
Then it started to go down, slowly, caressing its way.
She opened her legs, offering herself.
His hand went on, the feathering touches creating goosebumps on her skin.
The back of his hand rubbed lightly against her hardening cock as if it was petting a docile animal.
The hand went down again, until it cupped her center.
Niles' left arm sneaked under CC's head to support it, so they could be comfortable to join their lips in a long kiss.
She had been somewhat distracted by the dance of their tongues and the feeling of his strong arm under her head when she felt his middle finger rubbing on her folds and finding its way inside her.
She gasped, grabbing his hair.
He separated their mouths, took out the finger and used her wetness in it to tease the tip of her cock, 'You should not throw stones on who gets aroused by innocent conversations, Miss Babcock'.
CC wanted to throw a zinger at him, but Niles had called her by her business name, and he had taken his finger to his mouth to lick it and feel her tastes, and she couldn't do anything else but groan and go for something that bordered on begging and would, with some luck, move things faster, 'Have I already told you how much I need you?'
His reaction to her mix of real lust and mocking sexiness was to rub his hardness on her thigh while his hand went again to her center, now two fingers entering her without much preamble.
CC pulled him for a deep kiss, finding horny and rough Niles irresistible, and deciding she needed him and everything about him right now.
(Yes, she was a bit anxious at leaving Broadway and pursuing a risky enterprise; she still struggled everyday to reach something that resembled harmony in her business partnership with Maxwell; she was new to this kind of loving intimacy with another person. However, nothing had ever felt so right as this thing she had with Niles, and now she didn't see the challenges of life as horrible things that happened to her because she was cursed and overall strange, anymore. If the circumstances were different, CC would have probably succumbed to her old self-destructive habits at this point, suffering for any trouble and getting furious at the slightest contrariety. Being with Niles was teaching her to believe in the possibility of good surprises: there was no reason to get too upset, angry or desperate, because when you least expected, things could turn out for the better.
It made all the difference that, for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a shelter – someone who would be waiting for her with arms open, no matter how business went, no matter if the waters got troubled, no matter what happened.
She still got frightened at how easy it was to think in terms of rainbows and hearts and Hakuna Matata when she considered her relationship with Niles, but it made her feel so good she forgot such things should be frightening, and just wanted more and more of them.)
CC hummed at a very well placed pressure inside her and a mouth that had found her sensitive lobe, 'That's nice'.
'I have plenty of experience dealing with your unresponsive body, my dear', Niles quipped, whispering in her ear in the low voice he knew made her surrender, 'Will you just relax and enjoy?'
She closed her eyes and rested her arms on the bed, showing she was agreeing with being serviced.
Niles whispered on her ear the sexiest That's it in the world, making her shiver, took his finger off of her and raised from her side.
She didn't open her eyes, keeping focused on his movements: she felt him palm her hips, asking silently for her to lift her body, so he could put a pillow under her back to raise it.
Then he lied between her legs.
CC separated her knees the widest she could and stopped thinking: there was no place between her legs her lover wouldn't tease and pleasure, and she intended to relax and leave him to do his magic.
Surrendering to his oral ministrations was one of the things she most enjoyed doing, in bed.
(Well, in bed was a way of speaking.
They had done this in the mansion, while she occupied the office chair and he knelt on the floor, before her, in a quickie that almost got them caught, but was more than worth the scare.
They had done this while she sat on the office desk and he, on the said office chair – he completely clothed, she, totally nude and feeling like a queen.
They had done this in her kitchen in the penthouse, with her supporting her back on the fridge's door and he grabbing her hips forcefully, annoyed because she had been pestering around while he tried to cook.
They had done this with him kneeling in front of the new sofa in her penthouse, showing her that no matter how much of a workaholic she was, no reading of contracts could be done when that man decided to distract her.)
CC loved being serviced in general, but having such a talented (and tuned to her body) person as Niles doing it, and knowing he had as much fun as she had, made it special.
She didn't have to use her eyes to see how much he enjoyed it – she could feel it in the way his lips explored her, in the way his tongue tasted her, in the way his hands maneuvered her; however, she liked watching him, as she had done many times and was doing now: he was lying on his stomach, and she had quite the scenery of his beautiful muscled back exposed to her, while his head moved between her legs and his hands caressed her buttocks. She couldn't see how hard he was, but she could imagine it, because he always got hugely turned on when they were like that.
(And, if the scene was not delicious in its own, Niles would raise his blues to look into hers, and there was shameless lust and a hint of nastiness in them that reminded CC too much of the boyish face he had when he threw her a good zinger – and that face made her crazy.)
He knew what to do – he worked on her core, inner thighs and cock, taking her to paradise and leaving her there, suspended in the perfect sensations – and she took deep breathes to keep some control of her body and not give up the game, throw him on his back and ride him.
When Niles' tongue started doing circles in the precise spot that got her needing more, CC knew the time for trouble had arrived, and her hands went to his hair.
She must have said something, too, because Niles stopped to ask, 'What is it, sweetheart?'
The only coherent thing she managed to articulate was, 'Please'.
He smiled, taking each of her hands from his hair to kiss and lower them to the bed again, 'Isn't your servant pleasing you, Mistress?'
'Oh, God', she groaned, grabbing the sheets, because he had spoken that way and inserted two fingers and that was good but not even close to enough, 'I want your cock inside me'.
He smirked, 'I must make sure you're ready'.
'You know damn well how ready I am', she grunted, moving her hips against his hand.
'I want to be on the safe side', he spoke and his lips enveloped the tip of her member for a torturous tongue circling movement that lasted just enough to make her moan loudly, before he let go and added, 'That is why I'm taking my time'.
She glared at him and hissed, 'You're just lazy'.
CC intended to provoke a reaction, and she got it.
Niles chuckled patronizingly, what confirmed he was in total control and she, in his hands.
He made in and out movements with his fingers, while his mouth French-kissed her center.
Both knew it was just a matter of time for her to come, so she relaxed her body in the bed, forced her eyes shut and surrendered.
He used one hand to press the base of her cock and make sure she would not come there, too, while he built her vaginal orgasm steadily, pressing the right spots with doggy persistence and expertise on her reactions, until she clenched, extended her legs and curled her toes in ecstasy.
She yelled the usual string of colorful words until her breathing faltered and she bit her lower lip in a frantic search for any way to calm down.
Niles lowered her legs carefully and went up her body slowly, trailing kisses on his way – on her belly, on each breast, on her neck – and then resting his body on hers, caressing her legs with his when they were face to face.
He kept the submissive tone just to tease her, 'Is my dearest gargoyle a bit more pacified?'
She answered with a new curse and pulled him for a kiss.
CC lifted her legs and wrapped them around Niles' waist to keep him in place, while she reached out blindly for his cock.
He grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously, 'I thought we had an agreement'.
She focused on his deep blue eyes, 'I need you'.
'I will serve you, now, as you wish', he kissed her palm, 'Trust me'.
CC nodded and extended her arms by the sides of her body, again, relaxing her legs and planting her feet on the bed.
Satisfied by her actions and truthful to his promise, Niles moved to push inside her.
He did it at once, eliciting a groan from her, then started the sensual slow circular hip moves and French kisses they loved when they wanted things to last.
It crossed CC's mind that Niles, being half French, was a lot more than half good at French kisses, and that she should make some joke about him using his tongue, but suddenly his hands went through her hair while he rocked those hips and she was not able to think properly.
When their lips parted his eyes locked with hers, and one of his hands lowered to take an errand lock of blond hair to put it behind her ear.
She felt overwhelmed by the tenderness of the touch and the lust in his eyes.
She had never lived something like this: there were his endearment and devotion, stirring feelings she didn't even know she had inside her; and there were the uncontrollable arousal and untamed desire that proved again and again how physically and emotionally connected they were.
After years of awkward sex with men who didn't know what to do with her sexuality, predictable sex with paid partners and boring sex with guys who wanted to prove they were emotionally engaged, she had found someone who showed her real intimacy, with the complete package of affection and lust.
Niles increased the pace, grabbing her hips with his hands and moving between her legs as if he had taken possession of her body.
CC loved that he felt free to show her what he wanted, no matter time or place, and that whatever he wanted surely involved making her go crazy with pleasure.
Before they were together, she often felt confused at the fact they teased each other and, even if they got annoyed and sometimes really hated their nemesis, there was a subtle – eventually not that subtle – note of physical arousal in it. It even seemed that they wanted to share that very peculiar kind of pleasure the other provoked, once they invested in the back and forth rhythm of their exchanges.
(Well, when they forged the temporary alliance against Nanny Fine, CC had plainly told Niles that she expected him to keep things going, between them – that their thing had a rhythm, and that she craved it. How she had not realized it was a remark strongly sexual in nature was beyond her comprehension.)
Then they got together, the sex turned to be mind blowing and CC often pondered on the fact she could not tell when Niles was servicing her or using her body for his enjoyment, as much as she couldn't say when she was abusing him or focused on introducing him to new forms of pleasure.
After California, she realized it was not possible to tell who was servicing who – both were having pleasure from it, there was no abuse, and the game was exactly about keeping the back and forth pace, always cultivating the lingering sensations that led to arousal – sometimes starting from a sexual situation, sometimes not; never being sure of whom was going to be on top, who was being passive and who was taking the lead.
And, most of all, not minding to have the upper hand at the end, anymore – because there was no end at sight.
Things had really changed, after California. They had amazing sex before, surely, and the connection was clear and obvious; however, there was an uncertainty in every time they separated, a shadow of doubt over how much time their overwhelming feelings would last. The episode in Beverly Hills made clear Niles couldn't stand the idea of losing CC, and that he still feared it could happen.
She had no idea he felt like that. She always assumed she was the one clinging to someone who was infatuated with her. She thought the doubts were just in her head. She thought when he fought her for the last word or the smarter joke, he was doing it because he enjoyed the game – and suddenly she discovered he felt like he needed to impress her enough to convince her he was worth her time.
CC decided to tell Niles she loved him because a)it made no sense to hide such an obvious thing, b) she realized her feelings were clear just to herself and c)she wanted to make Niles trust her intentions.
(Being in love doesn't turn you into a mentally healthy and sensitive adult magically: CC Babcock was still the emotionally blind person who was surprised that her partner would feel insecure – the partner she had mocked and despised through words and gestures, for years, and through successive rejections to his proposals, in the days before their reconciliation.
The difference love made was that now she cared enough to push pride aside and sincerely try to mend things.)
Being sincere about their feelings shifted them to a new phase in their relationship: the burning was still there, the desire was still there, the passion was still there, and now she had used the word love. It didn't seem much to say it out loud, but CC had named her feelings and said she knew about Niles', even if she didn't want to hear it from him, and it gave them the much needed sense of stability their relationship still lacked, at that point.
Now they were really in peace.
Finally, after fighting their own demons, apart and together, they had reached a point where it was obvious they would stay together, that their feelings for each other were clear and would not change, and that they didn't have to worry about them, anymore.
Maturity had arrived.
CC relished on the feeling of Niles' weight on her, the brushing of his hips on her inner thighs, the hardened flesh in and out of her, his breathing on her cheeks when he separated their lips to bestow kisses on her face, and searched his eyes.
The sensations were consuming her, and she could see how intense it was, for him, too.
Next thing CC knew, her hands had gone to the sides of his face to kiss him deeply, recreating the moment of unleashed feelings they shared before their relationship officially began – that night in the Sheffields' living room.
She clenched around his cock and gasped when she orgasmed again, her hands grabbing his hair in desperation at her need of him, the words leaving her lips without her thinking, 'I love you'.
Niles seemed at a loss, for a moment. He stared at her, still moving his hips, but slower, making his strokes longer.
When he lowered his head to kiss her again, it matched his movements, long and slow, as if he was trying to communicate something to her through their physical connection.
Soon the words escaped his lips.
'Please', he whispered in her ear, 'Let me say it back'.
She knew what he meant but just grabbed his hair tighter, not able to decide what to answer.
He kept moving, 'You already know it, don't you?'
Her fingers caressed him, 'What?'
'That you own me', he answered, fondling her breasts, 'That I need you', he rotated his hips, 'That you're the most beautiful, enchanting, amazing woman in the world'.
'Oh, Niles...'
'That I want to say it because it's true', he sucked the side of her neck, his hand sneaking between their bodies to grab her cock, 'That I've been waiting to say it… For too long…'
'Niles', she grabbed the sheets, arching her back to move with him, 'I love you so much...'
'God', he groaned, moving faster, 'Please...'
'Yes', she surrendered, 'Say it'.
'Thank you!'
CC was kind of surprised by his answer – she supposed he would seize the opportunity to say the words, not giving her opportunity to take it back.
She had forgotten Niles in bed didn't believe in hurry or worry.
His hands found hers and he entwined their fingers, keeping their hands joined and apart from their bodies.
His chest pressed against her breasts.
His stomach pressed against her cock.
His pelvis went up and down, his knees pressed against the mattress and his thighs forcing his body against hers.
His tongue chased hers.
She felt like he was all buried and entwined in her.
That was exactly what CC always needed: someone like Niles, who wanted all of her, and that she wanted for whom he was.
The thought that she had found the one – that both of them had found the one after so many wrong turns and doubts and open warfare – overwhelmed her, and she felt the quick building of a new orgasm.
CC parted her lips and managed to say, through her labored breathing, 'I love you'.
Yes, now she was trying to make him say it.
She wanted to hear it.
Niles stopped moving and clenched his jaw as if she had grabbed his insides in a fist.
She knew that was what he was feeling because she already felt it, and he hadn't even…
'I love you, too, Miss Babcock. More than I ever thought it was possible to love someone'.
He spoke and kissed her again, not giving her time to ponder on the wave of some strong emotion that hit her at his words.
His assault to her mouth and the way he grabbed her hands with more force were so delicious in their heartfelt and hungry quality that she felt lifted to another plane of existence and, to her surprise, that was exactly what triggered their orgasms.
(After years of catfights, they were climaxing because of sweet words and the belonging they brought along.
The world was a crazy place, really.)
She planted her feet on the bed instinctively, arching her back while her cock jerked between them, wetting their abdomens.
The strong reactions of CC's whole body pulled Niles with her: he came with a long groan and some intense rubbing of his stomach against her, as if he really enjoyed feeling her juices on his skin.
It took them some time to get back to Earth and, when they did, Niles released her hands.
He usually stayed for some kisses and caresses, as if they had to greet after the oblivion of such an emotional moment, then moved off from CC and started the process of cleaning them. However, this time he kept his cheek on hers, his right hand in a fist, supporting his forehead, while he raised his body enough for his left hand to spread her wetness on his stomach.
Her hands reached out to caress his hair, and she raised her legs to circle his waist and bring him against her again.
He let her do it, and CC breathed deeply in their mixed scents.
Niles raised his head, licked his lips and looked at her face, his right hand tracing amorously the line of her jaw, 'Are you all right?'
'Sure', she answered, softly, her fingers treading through his locks, 'But that was different'.
'Yes', he joyfully agreed, raising his shoulders in childish excitement, 'You let me say it!'
She chuckled, because he was overjoyed and showed it with an immense grin that seemed to illuminate him from inside.
CC grinned, too, 'You said the words and used my business name'.
Niles leaned his head, 'I usually do it'.
'And you know what it means, don't you?'
'Here she goes again with her meanings', he answered teasingly.
'Don't you dare dodge my question, Bell Boy'.
'I'd never', he assured her.
He spoke and kept looking into her eyes, formulating his answer.
It was her time to wait, and she caressed his back while she did it.
'It means you'll always be my Miss Babcock', he pecked her lips, 'The powerful woman I fantasized about for years', another peck, 'The one I can finally touch and whose body I intend to worship at every opportunity that presents itself'.
'Aw, you're so sweet!', she pushed him to roll them to their sides and be able to start the process of entangling herself on him, 'Not clever, but lovely'.
He enveloped her in his arms, knowing by her slightly nonsensical phrases and healthy yawning that she was not elaborating on what she said, nor negotiating their arrangement for sleeping.
CC settled, her head nestled on the crook of his neck, and Niles supposed she would be fast asleep.
He felt the stickiness on his chest and in his left hand, suddenly very aware that he hadn't cleaned them. Niles couldn't deny he was a bit squeamish over sleeping without the cleaning process, but he was perfectly capable of doing so, once this time he was the one to blame – he had acted on a deep desire to coat himself in her.
So, if he had wished to feel marked by her scent and kind of branded, it made no sense to disturb the slumbering – and surprisingly innocent, in this case – beast over it.
(Later that night he would wake up and fetch some cloths to clean them both, being so through in the task he ended up waking her up, too.
He paid for it with another round of servicing her – this time, riding her cock while she stayed comfortably lying down and enjoying his efforts to milk her.)
Niles reached out for a comforter with his clean hand and brought it over them, sighing at the delicious afterglow feeling.
To his surprise, he heard CC speaking against his skin, 'It's like signing a contract'.
'I beg your pardon?'
She held him tighter, her foot caressing his calf, 'Calling me Miss Babcock is compromising with my business persona'.
Niles was amused, 'Really, kiddo?'
'Really', she chuckled, planting a kiss on his neck, 'You're legally mine'.
And with that she really fell asleep.
Niles grinned to himself.
She wanted to live together, didn't she?
And she had mentioned legal bonds, hadn't she?
In a few days they would go together to the Sheffield's one year anniversary – their first event as an official couple.
The occasion seemed promising.
He must have the ring at hand.