CHAPTER

Saturday morning's alarm buzzed right through the dream CC was still enjoying. She reached for the snooze button without opening her eyes. She twisted and stretched pleasantly in her bed, attempting to wake her muscles slowly. It always made her feel sexy when she could move her body so freely in the linen and let her hair get messed up before she fixed it for the day ahead.

CC smiled to herself, unsure why she was in such a good mood. She felt like she had experienced a great valentine's night last night even though she was sure she hadn't. She stretched her arms and brought her hands to her shoulders. When she touched her neck, she realised she was smiling and slowly opened her eyes.

Her smile ceased however when she spotted the dress she had worn last night, reminding her why her shoulders and neck were especially sensitive this morning. The skin cells there had tingled last night.

Great, She thought to herself, even my subconscious self needs to be reminded that he likes to play pranks. Get your head in the game CC!

The alarm clock buzzed and she hit it once more. She sat up and lifted the spaghetti strap that had fallen from her shoulder. She rubbed her eyes and stood from her bed to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She still had a hint of a smile that she couldn't get rid of and she chastised herself for it.

It's just like that poem, She thought, How did it go? Men are like buses... You keep waiting for one to arrive and it never comes. Then, when one finally does, 2 or 3 others suddenly appear... Or something like that. Not that Niles was attracted to me. And not that I know what it's like to take the bus. She snorted.

She had definitely been attracted to him last night. Or maybe not him. Maybe it was just the feeling of a man so near. Or maybe... Nope, that's all she could come up with.

She lifted her black, slinky, satin nightgown over her head to hop into the shower. When she looked at the new detachable showerhead with all of its spray settings, she couldn't help but release a low giggle.

She thought back to the water fight with Niles; how he had drenched her blouse; how he had pointed out that he could see her bra; how he had helped her dry off in his room...

She unhooked the shower head and started adjusting the spray settings, letting the warm water run over her while thinking about all the what ifs of that day...

She began to imagine that bedroom scene taking a completely different turn...

He half reached for the button at her collar but then pulled away, not knowing how to go about helping her with the front of her shirt.

"Niles," she chuckled "I know it's been a while since you last saw or touched a woman but you can think again if you're assuming you're gonna lay your paws on my puppies! I think I can manage."

"Yes... Um. Yes. Just don't burn yourself."

She frowned at his lack of a comeback "Maybe I should take it off," she said touching the first button at her neckline.

"What?" He gasped.

"I mean, if you could get me one of your towels to cover up, I could take off the shirt and dry it faster."

"Right! And your bra too," He blurted.

She looked at him.

"I mean, not that I- You don't have to take it off- it'll probably protect your skin more than- I'll get that towel now," he laughed nervously.

He turned and pulled the blow dryer right out of the plug outlet with him. He quickly span back around and put the dryer into her hands and rushed toward his bathroom without a word…

When he came back in, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her standing with her back to him, wearing only her bra and pencil skirt.

She was blow-drying the front of her bra when she turned her head to flip her hair back and noticed him. She put the dryer down and turned to take the towel to wrap around herself.

"What? Now you're used to stripping down and parading around a strange man's room in your delicates without asking for a tip?" He smirked.

"While I won't deny you're a strange man, you pointed out that you'd already seen my bra through my blouse earlier so it would hardly be a strip-tease." She stuck out her tongue and sat on his bed, pointing the dryer at the shirt she was holding.

"When are you not a tease, Babcock?!" He said. "And please get up, your skirt's still wet!"

She stood, tossed the blouse to him and gave him the blow dryer. Then she reached under the towel and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

He stood, mouth agape but still holding the dryer up to her blouse.

She moved toward him and held up the skirt. He started to direct the dryer in her direction and noticed how her towel would flap open a little at her thigh whenever he dried the bottom edges of the skirt she was holding up. He made a point of drying those edges.

"I think it's lost most of its dampness. My underwear is still soaked though. Point the dryer at me and close your eyes."

He did as he was told. She held the towel open, twisting her body slightly every now and then.

He chanced a peep. "Hey!" She caught him and wrapped up.

"Oh it's not like I can't handle it. I practically raised Brighton - you've got nothing I haven't seen before!" He teased.

She wanted to get him back for that one so she dropped her towel and stood with her hands on her hips, looking him straight in the eye. He sucked in his breath, taking in the sight of Babs in her lacy black underwear that seemed quite feminine and delicate in comparison to her tough persona.

She was looking particularly smug. He needed to make her feel vulnerable so he reached for her bra strap. He placed his hand under it, palm up, pretending to be intent on drying it properly. Her arms dropped to her sides, a little taken-aback but she merely watched him without a word.

He moved his hand and stuck his fingertips under the bottom of her cup to lift it slightly from her body and continue drying. Still, she said nothing.

So he moved his hands to her back, arms wrapped around her. He pulled at the waistband of her panties and blasted heat between her bikini briefs and the soft skin of her ass. He kept his eyes glued to hers. Still, she just looked at him.

He moved closer so that he was snug against her chest. He could feel that there was still a slight dampness to her bra. She breathed in deeply.

"Move it, it's getting hot." She said.

"The dryer?" He asked and began to shift.

"No."

She slung her arms around his neck and pushed her body flush against his, kissing him hard. He dropped the dryer and it pulled out of the wall socket and turned off.

He grabbed her ass through her panties and she moaned in delight, trying to lift her leg around him instinctively.

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him where he sat.

She arched into him and he pulled at her ass to force her even closer. She grabbed his face on either side and he opened his mouth to take in her forceful tongue as he slid his hands up the sides of her body.

When he reached the sides of her bra, he moved his hands slowly towards her full breasts, lightly feathering his hands over the material. She grabbed one of his hands, urging him to knead her breast harder.

He squeezed and she let out a sigh that sounded almost surprised.

He enjoyed that and continued to knead. She began to nip at his neck and jaw, simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt. He removed his hands from her breasts and she almost scolded him for it until she felt his hands slide into either side of her panties and grab at the bare skin of her butt cheeks. At that, she ground herself into his crotch and he squeezed her harder.

She reached down between them to pop the button of his suit pants and undo his zipper, all the while kissing him feverishly.

He kicked off his shoes while his hands pulled down the straps of her bra and he let them hang down at her shoulders without removing the garment.

He lifted her to swiftly turn them around and place her on her back. He pushed down his trousers and briefs before moving over her. He began to kiss her once more...across her shoulder, neck, chest…

She was growing impatient and wrapped her ankles around the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer.

He stopped suddenly and looked at her face.

"What? Why are you stopping?" She panted.

He smiled as he moved a lock of hair from her forehead. "You're beautiful."

She looked up at him, raising her eyebrows.

He slid a hand down and touched her through her panties. She was still looking at him and gasped open-mouthed at the contact. He relished the look on her face and she pulled his face to her neck. He kissed her and pushed his manhood against the material of her now damp underwear.

He groaned and, with one hand, ran his fingers along the leg of her underwear towards her centre, grabbing at the scrap of material between her legs. He tugged it down to her knees and she wiggled to kick them off completely.

They paused and looked into each other's eyes. He gently slid his pelvis against hers, moving higher on her body until the head of his shaft made contact with her core. She involuntarily bucked her hips against him so he grabbed her hips and held her firmly against the bed.

"Feel the moment. "He said huskily.

She sighed audibly and felt him slowly-

BBBZZZzzzzzz

"Oh, you have GOT to be KIDDING me!" CC shouted towards the bedroom where her alarm clock was buzzing.

I need to learn to turn that thing off instead of hitting snooze out of habit every time. She shouted at herself.

She quickly scrubbed herself down, turned off the shower and hopped out to get ready for work. She didn't even want to think about why she had just had that fantasy. She decided to tell herself it was nothing to worry about.