Lia removed the med cuff as Nick stirred. When he woke up, the band had done its job. The bruise was already yellowing and the lump was gone from his head.
He yawned and looked up at her. With a jolt, he sat upright in their bed.
"What the fuck happened last night?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at her like a wild animal.
"Room service and lots of liquor." She motioned to the half empty plates on the table and all the little liquor bottles strewn across the floor. Half of them she'd poured down the sink. What a waste.
"Then I'm pleasantly surprised at how amazing I feel this morning." He flexed at her and she couldn't help but smile. "I was out like a light last night. Did I at least cuddle you?"
Her eyes narrowed and she purses her lips in frustration. "You know I don't particularly like being touched."
"Oh really?" He eyes darkened and his body tensed.
"Why can't I ever learn to shut my fucking mouth?" She thought vaguely as he slowly raised himself from his seated position. He kept his eyes hooded as he stalked toward her.
Instinctively she took a cautious step backward. His eyes widened, of course he would perceive her movement as a taunt. He looked like a predator, about to catch his prey. Little did he know, she was the real predator. She put on a show to meet her needs.
"Nick, you know what I mean...don't misinterpret..." but before she could finish her sentence, he pounced. Knocking her onto the unused bed.
Each hand laced its fingers with hers. Her arms spread wide on either side. His face hovered over hers and his smile reminded her of a wolf.
His body weight kept her pinned to the bed. She struggled briefly before succumbing to his embrace. His face looked over hers, their eyes locked. She silently pleaded with him not to, but he did. His lips were soft and warm. They pressed firmly against hers. Consciously she tried to shift her weight and get leverage to move out from beneath him. He could feel her movement but he didn't care. His tongue pushed through her lips and crashed into her teeth. The scent of his morning breath lingered between them and it surprisingly smelled like peppermint. Was he chewing gum? When had he gotten that?
In her momentary lapse of cognition, her teeth parted and their tongues met. It was slow and gentle at first. They explored the space of each other's mouth while he brought her hands together above her head. He could use one of his hands to hold both of hers. She knew she could now do something she'd been trying to earlier but she couldn't remember what that something was. His kissing was relentless and the passion coursed through her with every flick of his tongue.
She could feel her pulse racing and fire pumping through her veins. One handed he had slid down his pants and opened her robe. His fingers caressed her and slowly he inserted two inside her. She buckled against his intrusion but he continued to kiss her fervently.
"I know you like my touch." He mused against her lips, his breath ragged from their embrace. "I can tell by what's going on where my fingers are."
He withdrew his fingers hastily and replaced them with something thicker. She could feel herself throb rhythmically around him. He released her hands to caress her body. Grabbing, holding, pinching, pulling, palming; it was incessant. She steadied herself by gripping his shoulders. Her senses were overloaded, she could feel the brink of her climax and tried to hold back.
"So. Quickly." He rammed inside her with each word and she cried out as droplets rained down upon her.
"Oh. Fuck." He thrust a few more times then stilled, clenching her waist and shuddering.
Lia didn't feel anything. She didn't want to feel anything. Well, she wanted to believe she didn't feel anything.