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The marriage
Chapter 3: The details in the contract
They would make the engagement official in a dinner at the Sheffield mansion, just for the family, the following night, and decided they would have all the papers signed one week later, in a quick meeting with one of CC's lawyers (she had some, and had to hear from Niles how he was not surprised at all – so much for having a lot of enemies).
They had a tense moment when they discussed the pre-nup: Niles had arrived early in the morning after their first date and made breakfast for the two of them (they got the morning off), they ate together and then she asked if it was all right with him if one of her lawyers wrote down the documents for the marriage; he made the joke about the number of enemies she had, answered it was all right, and mentioned the pre-nup. He insisted they had one, because he wanted to make sure no one would bother them about the financial aspect of the marriage. He didn't want any of her properties, anyway, and it was just a matter of making things clear.
CC knew it was reasonable, but she had to insist in doing things her way. She had already thought about a pre-nup and decided it was not necessary, so that was how she wanted things to go.
She was the one who had envisioned all of this situation, after all – it was just obvious that she was the one who would decide the important things.
Besides, she was a producer – legal issues were exactly one of her biggest talents. If she let Maxwell deal with it, they would be broken at this point.
Of course, Niles was very different from Maxwell, and being responsible for running the house must be very close to running the business, but… CC was sure she would be right in the end, so arguing was just a waste of time, when he could just agree with her and wait quietly until she was ready to go for the rings.
Things did not go exactly like she envisioned.
When he finished his statement about the pre-nup, she got out of the table and started walking through the penthouse, making her opinion on the matter quite clear, while she got prepared to leave.
He stayed in the living room, waiting for her, and CC knew he had said 'I am not changing my mind' in a neutral and informative tone when she got started, but she pretended not to hear and went on and on, making sure he had heard all that had crossed her mind on the subject.
When she was ready to go, purse at hand, and finally stopped talking, next to her door, she was surprised that Niles still remained silent, and faced him.
He was there at the sofa, looking at her sternly over his conservative and rarely used glasses. There was a newspaper on his hands, and it seemed that he had just stopped shuffling through it.
The image in front of her made her remember the day all the family was going to the airport and they were stranded at the Fine's. That was such a strange occasion: she remembers Niles singing to her in the car (even if he was teasing her, hearing his voice in Singing in the rain and knowing he was doing it to her gave her a funny feeling); she remembers him with his glasses on, reading the newspaper calmly while all the family was desperate to find some distraction (he could have the mansion all to himself if they were not stranded, and he was not making a scene about it!); then, he had that stupid t-shirt Sylvia lent him, and he was bare-legged for bed, and she tried to get in bed with Maxwell and ended with him, thin white shirt and bare legs and all under her hands…
All right, back to reality, CC: you have a crisis here. This insufferable man has you speechless just by glancing at you like he would do to a difficult child. Do something!
In order to sound really mature, she put her chin high and talked calmly, 'I have thought this over, Niles, and I don't need a piece of paper to believe in the truthfulness of this relationship'.
He closed the newspaper, folded it, put it aside and answered in the same collected tone, 'Who said it was you who needed anything?'
'Uhm?'
He got up, 'I thought it was clear that I need a pre-nup. I am the one who wants the guarantees'.
She was a bit shocked, and made an effort to not stammer, 'I think you have been watching too many soap operas, Niles. It is not like you will win the lottery or whatever it is that can make you financially interesting to anyone'.
'One never knows', he smirked and took off the reading glasses. 'I prefer to sign something that states clearly where we stand'.
Niles walked to the door, and CC thought the discussion was over. If he really thought that was enough to convince her, he was very, very wrong.
She opened her mouth and closed it again, once he stopped by her side, the hand on the doorknob and started talking without looking at her, 'Miss Babcock, you must know that a lot of people will make assumptions about us. Some will do it because they have good intentions, and want to 'help' us, others will just try to be mean... I think our peace of mind can be at least a bit preserved by this particular piece of paper, so I hope you understand when I say I am really not changing my mind'.
He finished talking and looked at her almost shyly. CC's face showed immense surprise.
Clearly, she had read the situation all wrong: if people were to make assumptions or wonder about them, the one who would have to face the worst of it was Niles. She could even picture some of her 'friends' throwing not very subtle hints about the poor man she had married and the danger a situation like that could bring to her financial status… If she, just thinking about it, felt uncomfortable for the sake of their relationship, it was easy to see how bad it would feel when it really happened. Because, knowing the kind of people that sometimes circled her, it was going to happen, sooner or later. This kind of comment and insinuation could come from her own family, after all, and even if she didn't care that much, it is always hard to see the distrust in the eyes of parents and siblings…
The most shocking thing was that CC had been worried that a pre-nup would make everything seem cold and calculated, and that maybe it was not what she wanted this marriage to be. However, the businesslike appeal of it should have been stronger on her, once business was the model she was following, here.
CC sighed: when this discussion started, she thought the right thing to do was defend her point of view, no matter the reasons Niles could bring up. Now, the idea of contradicting him sounded just plain stupid, once she knew he was right and she was just very confused.
Of course, the CC everybody knew and loved (ha-ha) would stand her ground to not bend and feel dominated by other person in any level. Specially if the other person was Niles.
However, look at her now: hesitant before this middle-aged butler that was devastatingly charming when he looked at her sternly, and absurdly cute when he looked at her shyly.
He looked at her sternly because she was being obtuse.
He looked at her shyly because he wanted to make her aware of his feelings without hurting her by pointing out she was being obtuse.
That damn paper would protect them from the people who would say she was stupid and he, a gold-digger. Why the hell did it seem so hard to grasp before?
CC pretended to be annoyed, 'All right, servant. Have it your way. I don't care'.
'Thank you', he smiled, relieved, then had a mischievous glint in his eyes, 'And don't worry about this old brain of yours having to change gears so quickly. I will be worth all this trouble you are facing'.
She answered with a smile, 'You're so poor any thing seems worth to your standards'.
He just smiled back sweetly, understanding they were all right (teasing is the signal he needed), and opened the door for her, 'What can I say? Touché'.
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CC was surprised by a lot of things in this relationship, and one of them was when Niles said he didn't want a religious ceremony for the time being, but that if things run smoothly for some months, he would ask for one, in order to make his parents happy.
It was like a testing period, and the businesslike aspect of it made CC very comfortable. She wouldn't make the pre-nup mistake again: if something seems to be complicated, you make it slow, write down a document when you are sure you got it straight, and sign it.
That's what he was pointing at, wasn't it? If things went well, they would take the time to make it… sacred?
Niles thought it was possible that he would, one day, have the desire to marry her in a religious setting?
The man must be a lunatic: CC Babcock, the she-devil, in a church, exchanging vows with him in front of their families… Where this idea came from?
It must be some Catholic thing.
After he had mentioned it, she dedicated some thought to the notion, and realized she found it really interesting. And not just because it would appease him, but because it had the bonus of taking away from him the jokes about her being a vampire and not being able to enter churches without turning into dust.
CC even told him that he would soon be left without jokes if she did everything he asked, and he just laughed and answered he was not worried, because she was an infinite source of inspiration.
She didn't know if she should feel insulted or not, but his smile was so sincere she grinned, glad that they were able to turn any situation into something positive.
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In fact, CC was impressed by how quick they settled everything that came into their way: they agreed on almost anything, from the place to buy the rings to the space needed for Niles' things in the penthouse.
She was amazed of how calm and reasonable he was about all of that, being the housewife he was.
For example, he said they would buy furniture together when the time came, and made clear that no, he didn't like the decoration of her place, but the place was hers, and she would change it if and when she felt right. Same was to be said about his room – she could let her things there, and he would change what was necessary to make her comfortable, but nothing more at the moment. He was sure they would take the right decisions when they felt like it, and he convinced her saying it would be better if they had two places, at least for a while, to avert any big problems sharing personal space. She agreed and made him promise the subject could be brought to discussion again at any time.
He easily agreed, and one more seemly difficult issue was solved.
However, CC was doubtful about these arrangements: her mind kept telling her things should all be solved in the beginning of any project, to avoid any bleaches and misunderstandings… but then he says they should trust themselves to deal with things when they really demanded attention, not trying to anticipate anything, and it feels so right she ends up agreeing.
The most disturbing part of it was the fact she didn't feel bad about agreeing with him, even if it has nothing to do with the logical path she thought they should adopt.
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CC was still waiting for the bumps on the road.
Maybe they would be at the physical part of the relationship – CC always thought it had to be awkward in the beginning, because they had a spark but never really explored it. There was no way they would manage to start something physical without any problem, after so many years of zingers about each other's appearances and jobs and every detail of their lives that would come to mind.
Of course, their date the last night proved they had good possibilities of enjoying it all the way through.
She knew he felt the same curiosity she felt because they didn't talk about it, but they did their best to get physically closer in the time they had together before the engagement dinner.
CC had thought that buying the rings and exchanging them would be the highlights of the two first days of relationship, but then he invited her to go to the grocery shop with him, made dinner and they made out, in the first day; they had breakfast and talked about religion and civil ceremonies and pre-nups and had lunch in the second day…
And all of that was great, in fact. All the time they got along very well, learning things through nice conversation, insulting each other, commenting the day, being gentle, all at the same time, and doing a lot of touching.
It seemed as an extra, but the fact was they would seize any opportunity to touch each other, and that felt very good: they held hands and kissed and leaned on and playfully touched as much as they could.
He didn't need to pretend he was holding her hand because he was making some joke about her loneliness, nor she had to pretend she was touching his chin because she wanted to mock him for his age or domestic qualities. They were permitted to touch each other, once they had, by common agreement, agreed to have a relationship.
The good part was that they had so much sexual tension accumulated between them they would explode if they didn't let a bit of it out through physical proximity. In fact, CC felt like both of them were electrically charged, every time they touched or kept looking at one another for a while.
When Niles insisted he wanted to spent as many time as possible with her that morning because he would have all the afternoon at Miss Fine's mercy – the woman would want to know all the details of his private life –, CC knew it was a cover for their need to be together. It was obvious he was enjoying every minute of being with her, as she was enjoying being with him. They had a lot to discover about the other and negotiate, after all.
Of course, it didn't hurt that they agreed on disturbing their boss, and Maxwell's face when Niles and CC entered the theater, after lunch, hand in hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world, was priceless. The man seemed to be in the verge of a heart-attack when they kissed good-bye in front of the actors and other people involved in the production.
CC didn't know exactly how it was working, but it was: besides the act, they had truthfully a hard time parting, and both were sure the other wanted more. Of course, intimacy would require some time, but the beginning was very promising.
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They bought a beautiful set of rings and had them engraved (Butler Boy and Babs were the chosen words), and had lunch together in a little Italian restaurant, before they had to part for the afternoon – Niles would be occupied with the dinner and escaping Miss Fine's questions, and CC had to go to the theater to guarantee Maxwell had his dose of normalcy for the day.
That was why she was not surprised Niles was the one to quickly open the door for her in the night – he was her fiancé, and they had been apart for the afternoon, it was natural he wanted to see her.
Their greeting kiss was adequately satisfying because of it.
What she found strange, and made her frown and look around while he took her coat and put it in the closet, was that the living room was empty. 'Where is everybody?'
'They are already in the dining room, waiting for us', he explained, 'Mister Sheffield took them there so I could have a word with you'. He said and turned to her, that slightly-in-front hand in the air, what made her smile at the familiar gesture.
CC took her time to look him over, because he was doing the same to her, and she could go for his leading, sometime.
'You are beautiful, Miss Babcock', he smiled in such a way she felt caressed, 'Navy blue goes very well on you, I told you'.
She smirked, 'You are beautiful, too, Niles'.
He tried to make a face at her, but was grinning too widely. 'Thank you'. He cleared his throat, 'I hope you like what you see. No Mister Sheffield's suits, as you asked'.
'Yes, I can say', she smiled back, her hands resting on his shoulders, 'And I must say black suit and navy blue tie was a perfect choice', her eyes were into his, 'Congratulations, Butler Boy. You have impeccable taste'.
He grinned as if he had received a gift and put his hands on her hips, what made her feel even more confident than usual. 'Yes, I do'.
CC suddenly remembered they had a dinner to attend, and decided to move on the line of thought, 'But tell me, now that we've complimented each other enough… What is it you want to have a word with me?'
He seemed to wake up, gave a step behind and made a reflexive gesture with his hand getting his tie straight, 'Well… Mister Sheffield asked me to talk to you about the way we are going to break the news to the children'.
'Children?'
'Yes, the ones that live in this house. You have noticed them, haven't you?'
'Of course, I have. That's why Maxwell needs a nanny, isn't it?', she asked, winking at him. 'I'm trying to understand why we should give a damn about them when the night is about us'.
Niles liked the way she naturally said that something was about the two of them, 'It is, but our boss asked if we could not give any details about how we are… making things'.
'Details? I didn't have any intention to give details of my love life to children'.
Niles knew he must have the most foolish face trying to find the right words to say while she said things like 'love life', because, again, it was about the two of them. 'He just wanted to make sure we would give a good explanation when they ask how we came from enemies to… happily married. He thinks the businesslike aspect of it all may sound strange to them'.
'Oh, yes, they have the amazingly romantic Fine Family affairs as role models, and we should not compromise that. Let it to me', she reassured him, already going to the dining room, 'And don't worry. I won't embarrass you in front of your family'.
Obviously, the last part was said already in front of the family, and CC grinned widely at a startled Maxwell Sheffield. 'Hello, hello, people'.
Niles came to pull a chair for her, indicating she would be sitting by his side, at their boss' left. 'Never doubt your abilities. You could embarrass me in any circumstance'.
'Why, thank you', she answered, sitting down and smiling brightly when she noticed the children and Nanny Fine were looking at the couple in awe. 'And thanks to all of you for celebrating with us tonight'.
'Oh, Miss Babcock, we are glad you wanted us here for this', Fran said. 'You could always simply throw the news on our faces without an explanation', she smirked to the blond producer, 'But here we are, invited to your engagement party'.
'There is nothing to explain', CC muttered, trying to find an answer that didn't sound so crude. She didn't want to seem unhappy or uncomfortable, because she definitively was not – she really thought that there was nothing to be explained.
Niles noticed her feelings, came to stand behind her chair and put a hand on her shoulders. 'There are some things in life that defy all logic and explanation', everybody was smiling at them, and he added, 'It is like one of this wildlife documentaries. Stay away, observe and try to understand, but don't ask us. We don't know really know what we are doing'.
The couple looked at each other and laughed, and even a slightly shocked Maxwell had to join in. 'Well, Old Man, this sounds… amazing, but I'm sure everybody is anxious to see the rings'.
Niles nodded, took the box from his pocket and had to give it to Fran, so everybody could take a look before they went to their destined places ('Come on, sweetie, hand them over. I don't intend to get close enough to your fiancée after it is on her finger. Your wildlife metaphor hit the mark').
CC mused if Nanny Fine and Maxwell had the children prepared to not be surprised by the situation, because they were excited about all of that, but very comfortable: the Little One, especially, was very happy for the couple, asked questions and wanted to know every detail of their hunting for the perfect rings: when the Big One and the Boy laughed at the inscriptions inside the rings, she just smirked knowingly, 'I think it becomes you two'.
Niles and CC didn't know what to say, so they just looked at each other and realized both had silly happy grins.
They gave a peck on the lips when they finally exchanged the rings, and it was enough to make everybody go 'Awwww'.
'We are very happy for you', Maggie said genuinely.
'Even if it was a surprise', Brighton added.
'Not to me', Grace said, 'I always knew the zingers and the little affectionate gestures meant something'.
Niles had started serving them, and all the adults stopped and looked at the girl.
CC was the first to recover, 'Yes, they meant', she noticed Maxwell looking attentively at her. 'We really wanted to have all of the other's attention'.
'And we've decided to exchange rings to warn the world that now we are allied', Niles smiled at Grace and resumed his tasks, not without noticing the proudest smile he had ever seen on Babcock's face, and directed openly at him.
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They had that night off (Maxwell wanted their disturbing displays of affection far from him, right now), and Niles offered to take his fiancée home.
There was some uncertainty between them. He didn't want to impose himself, but really wanted to be with her for the most they could, and it seemed just natural that he would take her to her door…
She accepted the offer, they waved their goodbyes to the family still in the dining room and he was helping her with her coat at the front door when she talked again, 'How much time do you need to prepare an overnight bag?'
CC hoped she was not being too straightforward, but he had spent a good part of the conversation after dinner with his left arm around her waist and his right hand gently touching her hand on the table.
She had read it as a green signal and, while listening to one of Nanny Fine's stories and noticing Niles had let go of her and straightened himself on his chair to sip some water, CC got closer to him and put her left hand on his left arm.
He turned to her and smiled sweetly, acknowledging her gesture and turning to the babbling brunette again.
Her right hand sneaked by his back and went to his right shoulder, what made her chin rest on his left shoulder. She felt him gulp and force himself to focus on the conversation, once the position was sweet but very intimate – it made the front of her dress rub slightly on his arm.
With a face that showed the deepest of interests in the Nanny's babbling, CC moved her right hand from his shoulder to his nape.
Her fingertips went under the collar of his shirt, where she started caressing lightly his hair and the skin that was within reach.
His almost suppressed shiver was priceless.
He turned to her slowly, his eyes travelling nervously to her lips and then to her eyes, and she could almost hear his mental message – Please, stop it.
She looked back with an innocent smile, mouthed Sorry, let go of him, straightened herself on the chair and palmed his left thigh with her right hand. It was under the table, after all. Nobody knew but the two of them, and she was very excited by the prospect of exploring his reactions on her.
CC must have known better than defy Niles: some minutes later, when everybody was laughing at a comment the Boy made, he discreetly put his own hand over hers and directed it from his thigh to his arousal.
She gasped and he delicately brought their hands up to rest on the table.
He looked at her and now she could understand the warning: he had told her last night he didn't want to make a show of himself, and maybe it was not the moment to tease him.
'I got it', she murmured, with a hint of a sincere apology.
'Yes, you do', he murmured back.
She had to hide her grin in her glass of water, because it was obvious he couldn't decide if he was really aggravated or just amused.
So, maybe she was not being straightforward with him, inviting him over – or she was being, but couldn't care less: they had this kind of frank relationship. If he didn't like something, he would simply tell her.
That is how negotiations are well conducted.
He looked at her, smiling, 'Are you challenging me? I know what you were doing during dinner, and I don't know how I am supposed to resist if you were to do it while we're alone'.
Why should you resist, anyway?, 'I just thought it would be OK if we resumed what we were doing last night, at the penthouse. I mean, that was going so well…', she put her hand on his nape, between the white shirt and his skin, as she had done at the table, 'and now we are engaged'.
He gulped, 'Less than three minutes'.
She took off her hand and gave a step behind quickly, looking at her watch, 'Let's see. Counting, Butler Boy'.
He went running through the house, and CC shook her head, smiling. She loved how childish he could be.
Fran entered the room and found her sitting down.
'What happened? Niles was running from you already?'
'I hope not, or I have been getting it all very wrong', CC crossed her legs. 'Last thing I know, I invited Hazel over, and he seemed very enthusiastic about it'.
'Oy, Miss Babcock!', Fran came to sit next to her. 'I see you have plans for the night!'
'Calm down, Nanny Fine. I don't know exactly what we will be doing… I just thought it felt right to invite my fiancé to stay the night, now that this public stuff is dealt with. I mean, he is a grown man, but I had to come and ask for his hand in front of the family'.
Fran laughed, 'This was very nineties of you'.
'Well, someone has to be modern, in this relationship'.
The Nanny looked at CC with a sweetness that was new, 'Thank you for treating Niles as a family guy. We really appreciate it'.
'Don't worry, Nanny Fine. I really think this marriage will be a good thing for both of us', she smirked, and decided to change the subject, 'Your mother may want to search for other place to have her abyssal appetite satisfied – I am the blond that will keep him occupied providing fixings, from now on'.
Fran let out a honky laugh. There was an understanding between them, because both cared deeply for Niles and wanted to see him happy, even if they had very different approaches for that. 'Niles is a very righteous guy. He will make sure his fiancée has all the fixings she wants'.
'I promise you, Nanny Fine, I'll make my best to be the first one to take a British of this house from the righteous path'.
Fran sent her a malicious look, 'Why, I didn't know we had a bet, Miss Babcock'.
'You wish we had, don't you?'
'I wish I had a chance of winning, but you seem very confident'.
'I don't gamble. I just enter the game when I know I will be the winner'.
'Oh, for someone who doesn't know what will be doing tonight, you are sure you will get lucky'.
They were chucking when Niles came back carrying a small bag, 'I'm ready, sir'.
Maxwell was entering the room at that precise time, wondering where his nanny was. 'For what, Old Man? Oh, you're talking to… your fiancée. I must get used to this…'
Fran got up, 'Have a good night, Scarecrow', she hugged Niles and murmured in his ear, 'It is very good to see you so happy'.
They parted and he took her hands in his, 'Thank you, Miss Fine. It means a lot to me'.
'She knows, let's go', CC urged him, already by the door.
'Someone is really possessive', the Nanny commented, smirking.
'Go with her, Old Man. We trust you to know what is good for you', Maxwell teased.
Niles just grinned at them as a fool, and Fran waved innocently at the blonde woman whose eyes were sending daggers into their direction.
The brunette noticed how the blonde's expression softened when Niles took her hand and dragged her out of the house, saying something about not fearing the full moon when in her company.
Fran kept thinking that there was a lot more to the eye than those two let show.
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They spent the taxi ride commenting the dinner and quoting the most amusing bits of conversation. CC was surprised by the good reception of the family, and Niles assured her they had really loved her.
She rolled her eyes at that. She didn't really care about their opinion on her, but it was always good to be cherished, and see the proud shining of his eyes when he acted like he had introduced her to his family.
They arrived at the penthouse and, once she closed the door behind them, all the easy conversation they were having until then stopped.
Their eyes locked and Niles got very nervous. 'Is there anything you want me to do?'
Oh, yes. 'Of course, I wouldn't bring you here for nothing. I have some dirty rags in the external area for a week, now. Go there'.
She was mocking him, and he rolled his eyes. 'A servant joke. What a surprise'.
'I didn't know it was supposed to change', she licked her lips, 'Butler Boy'.
'It isn't', he shuddered, 'Brunette'.
This time it didn't even have to escalate – they were more than ready to be in each others arms at the first exchange of 'loving' nicknames.
In fact, they were so ready that she pushed him against the door, took her coat and managed to get out of her dress, bra and panties very quickly.
Their mouths wouldn't stop and they were getting to a level of almost despair. All the electricity from the day was boasting and they couldn't have contact enough to feel the relief they needed.
Niles had trembling hands when he decided to open his belt and trousers and CC helped him to pull his speedos out of the way, too, after she forced open his coat and shirt and, once she was closer to her abandoned purse on the floor, she opened it, took a pack of condoms and, before any of them knew from where the bravery had come, she was helping him to put it and kissing his stomach and chest in her way up, back to his mouth.
The sensation of having him in her hands was glorious, not just because she always wondered if Niles smelled wonderful and was beautiful when aroused the same way he was around the house, but because having him on her hands like this had been a current fantasy and now she was going to really have it, and she was not even a bit disappointed with reality.
He smelled wonderful, he was beautiful, and he was skilled and well proportioned, too.
CC didn't know what to do: she wanted to touch him in all places at the same time, but she wanted to taste all of him too, and she didn't want to stop kissing his mouth.
She could feel how ready he was by the way his body reacted to her molding herself into him. Her hands went to her door, on the sides of his head, and his were on her ass, bringing her impossibly close to him.
There is a limit to everything in life, and it was clear they had reached theirs for the sexual tension.
'Take me, Niles, now!', she demanded in a brief gap between kisses.
Her face was close to his, her eyes went all bossy and he gulped, what made her remember him saying he was vulnerable to her grabbing him.
Niles shuddered and inverted their positions, making her be with her back to the door, adjusted himself between her legs and…
Stopped and kept just looking her in the eye.
CC found it very hot that he was there, doing exactly what she wanted without her having to say more than the essential, taking his time to enjoy the moment and looking at her as if he had been challenged.
That almost severe glare made her tremble with desire. It takes her back to their moments together, when they exchanged zingers and forced despising glares.
She did the only thing she could think: she lifted one of her legs, putting it around his hip, and hissed, 'Come on, Rochester. Give it to me!'
They never stopped the eye contact, and he felt her moves more than saw it, but the message was received, and he took the other leg up, supporting her back on the door and entered her forcefully.
There were so much sensations going on at the same time that neither of them could recall exactly how much time it lasted; the fact was that he pounded on her savagely, and she moaned and yelled in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of his body – his shoulders and back and rear under her roaming hands –, while she enjoyed the rhythm they were creating; his hips moving between her thighs, while she felt his shirt and more felt than thought how sexy it was now, all out of place; the amazing feeling of him inside her; and especially – the way he closed his eyes and moaned 'Miss Babcock' when he got more and more out of control.
They came together with shudders and groaning that made obvious to both of them how great the feeling was, and needed a bit of time, touching foreheads and deep breathings to be able to talk.
When he was able to, Niles came out of CC and put her legs down gently, giving a step behind, and saying, still a bit breathless and very shy, 'God… I hope it was all right with you…'
'All right doesn't start to describe it', she sighed, delighted, and then frowned at him, 'Hey, come here', she pulled him by the open shirt to feel the skins touching again, 'That was amazing, don't worry'.
He melted into her embrace and kissed her cheek, 'I suppose I can blame the… intensity into the fifteen years of sexual tension'.
'Oh, yeah, we can', she started nuzzling his neck.
'So, you enjoyed it? I mean, I usually am not that… aggressive…'
'I enjoyed it a lot, and I'm sure you could sense it', they smiled at each other, 'In fact, if I had a problem with roughness you wouldn't be here', she winked at him.
'Well, it is different from our day to day activities… Or you think that what we make is foreplay?'
'In a way, it is… And we both like it'.
'I see…', he kissed her lightly, 'Yes, we both like it…'
'And when you have a lot of intimacy with someone, any consensual thing can be good. If it is spontaneous like this… it is better', and, to his surprise, she kissed him while reaching out to take off the condom.
'I know you like spontaneous', he remarked, finishing the task for her.
'You can't forget that accidental kiss, do you?', he shook his head and she smiled, 'Neither do I'.
Niles chuckled, 'Good to know we are really on the same page'.
'You can bet we are', she answered, biting his ear to make her point.
He moaned and kissed her neck, making her stop talking in order to enjoy her own round of moaning, 'You know, maybe now we are calm enough to try it again… And make something more than a quickie at your penthouse door…'
'You mean you know other ways to do it?', she tried to mock, but her throaty voice sounded too aroused for it.
'Yes, I can manage slow and sensual, too. At least, I hope, because that was what I had planned in the way here, and things got out of control'.
'I'm crazy to see what you had planned', she took his hand in hers. 'To the bedroom, Lover Boy!'
So they went, and Niles discovered that yes, he was able to make it slow and sensual, but at some point the passion for each other was too great to carry any plan on.
CC didn't make any effort to help him, either: when she took control of things, there was nothing he could do but surrender, no matter how surprising and demanding her moves were.
As he had guessed, he was cursed.
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Later that night they were asleep in each other arms, and the phone rang.
'I'll take it', Niles said, groggily, and reached for the annoying thing. 'Sheffield Resid… Argh! Hello?'
'Hi, Niles. May I talk to Miss Babcock?'
'Miss Fine? It is… two in the morning…'
'I know, sweetie, and I'm sorry, but it is urgent'.
'Who is it?', CC's head snapped to attention and she asked, frowning as if she had heard wrong.
'Miss Fine. And she wants to talk to you'.
'Give me that', CC reached over him to take the phone, made Niles be on his back so she put herself all over him to take it. Niles was delighted and tickled her, she giggled and gave him a light kiss, 'Stop that… Hey, Nanny Fine, what do you want?!'
Fran found the change in tone very impressive. 'Hello, miss Babcock. I'm calling to make sure you had won our bet'.
CC frowned and then smiled, looking at the man who was under her, noticing the way he caressed her back with closed eyes and a peacefully expression on his face. 'Yeah, I've won. Follow my example and do something for yourself'.
A honky laugh sounded, 'I'll try. Have a good night you two'.
'Thank you', and CC smugly turned off the phone.
'What did she want?', Niles was looking up at her now, once she didn't move from him.
'She wanted to make sure we had sex'.
'What?'
'Oh, it was something we had going on'.
'What?!'
'Forget it, Niles. It is not important. Let's get back to sleep'.
'We have to?', he asked, his hands starting to roam.
'Of course we do. We have work tomorrow morn… oh'.
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Next time he woke, Babcock was out of bed, at the phone again.
'Yes, Maxwell, yes, I know we have a lot of things to do, but I think Niles is not feeling quite well… Must be something he had last night... Yes, how unfortunate', she rolled her eyes, and Niles realized he felt good when she didn't have patience for Maxwell, 'Why don't you take your annoying Nanny to a stroll? We will be there tomorrow, right as rain'. She looked at Niles and smiled, 'Yes, I'll take care of him. Don't worry. Bye'. She put the phone on its place and went to bed again. 'Your family is very annoying, Niles. First, Nanny Fine, now Maxwell, making calls and demanding information'.
He looked suspiciously at her. 'Mister Sheffield called?'
'In fact, I called him to say we could not make it to work today', she pursed her lips, 'But he asked questions'.
'You lied to your boss? Naughty girl!'
'I was not exactly lying. We got engaged last night, we have a lot of things to do, and you will feel terrible if we are not able to accomplish all, being the nutcase you are'.
'Really?', he pretended to be indignant.
'Oh, yes. For example, I have always fantasized of seeing you… using your feather duster around my apartment. We must do it soon, before I loose interest'.
Niles found it amusing, 'This could prove interesting… I have a proposal: I'll make breakfast and then you can choose the place you want me to… dust'.
'Breakfast? Well, I suppose it can be a good beginning'.
He jumped out of bed, full of energy, 'Where is my shirt?'
'Just forget it'.
He turned to her, 'Hum?'
'You won't wear anything. I have an apron in my kitchen. It will be enough for now'.
'Wow… Is this a fantasy, too?', he went to the edge of the bed, closer to her.
'It is one of the most frequent ones', she saw his crooked smile, went to her knees and reached to put her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest. 'I don't know what I see in you, but you are really sexy'.
'I know what you see in me, but it is better I don't talk about it now', he was caressing her hair.
'Why? Modesty?'
'That, too. But, in fact, you wouldn't believe a word I'd say'.
'What would be so incredible?'
'Well… I will give it a try', he took her in his arms and helped her to the ground. 'Maybe what you like is the fact that I have seen something in you'.
'You did?'
'I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I'm not that easy'.
She laughed and pecked him on the lips. 'I'll wear your shirt – it is in the corridor. See you at the kitchen'.
CC run away from the bedroom and Niles frowned, It seems she is not exactly one for sweet talking.
He tilted his head when she came to the door again, his shirt already on, her hands on her hips. 'I'm coming, witch! I really can't have a break, here!'
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Breakfast proved interesting: they had juice and chocolate as overture, and then Niles fed CC some strawberry with the whipped cream he had bought the previous day, and when she could think again it was to admit that the apron-clad Niles was too much for her, and she had to fulfill a fantasy like… right now.
That is why she spent a glorious hour lying on her back on the table while he had his way with her, slowly, mischievously and creatively.
She was amazed by how hot it was: it was her kitchen; her table; her fiancé; it was she, cold hearted Babcock, and Niles, the old-fashioned butler, for God's sake! There was nothing that special about it all! This arrangement was created for peace and comfort!
And yet the companionship was delicious and the sex was mind blowing.
When they were finished, he helped her to sit and they just hugged, enjoying the others' proximity and the beating of their hearts.
'We're cuddling', Niles warned her, after some time.
'I suppose so', CC answered. 'Let's pretend we haven't noticed'.
'All right', he sighed contently and she snickered.
