peterpaulwisdom:

  “Whatever you say Kitten. Secrets safe with me.” Of course at this point she could have told him just about anything and he would have obliged, his more primal senses taking control over the most part of his thoughts. He had no idea how or why they had slipped into such an exchange of power, of why she was happily laying against him regardless of teasing gestures or gentle purrs. He’s almost overwhelmed with the urge to poke fun at the fact her nature matched her name yet refrained ever so slightly as the feeling she wouldn’t quite appreciate the comments seemed to follow suit. And so they would remain, her declaration of nice hanging idly in the air as he knew he certainly was not and had no intent of changing such in the future. “Don’t think you’d yank me pants off though. Not really. Means you’d have to explain why I was naked in your room in the middle of the night.” He doubts shed ever manage to pull that one off without screaming bloody murder.

Meeting her in the middle of their games and inappropriate gestures certainly tore him down the middle with both halves fighting for dominance, the urge to bite far too hard ebbing at his teeth but while he could read her simply enough so too would he caress her skin like braille, indentations of her spine telling stories hidden to the naked eye lest you made the effort to discover such. He lets out a low grumble as his hips roll tentatively into her own before shifting to give her rear a light grope, more a warning of things to come were she to continue with such a feat. He could count bone and mark skin, break flesh with all but pressure against his jaw if he really wanted but tentatively does he raise a brow, head cocking subtly to the side as he ponders over what it is she’s actually trying to get out of him “That’s what they call me. You don’t seem to mind though. Think if I was hidin’ some big bad secret I’d let you in on it?” his fingers inch higher, holding his own for if she wanted to play with fire he would certainly oblige in the best way he knew how “Might be the kinda lad who spills his guts for a pretty girl though. Might. Have to find out won’t you?”

He slips his hand down the back of her pants in the most innocent of ways (as innocent as you can with such a gesture) before lips quirk almost playfully off to the side “maybe I’m here takin’ notes on  you and your spanx wearin’ mates. Send a bunch of intel back home to Britain to make sure you lot are in check.” The older male leans in to match her kisses regardless of her surprising tenacity, suckling slowly to place a second mark against her nape if purely to reaffirm his big bad status and quite possibly irritate her come morning. He knows it’s probably true, that if she really wanted to get something out of him with the rate she was going it wouldn’t be difficult but luckily for him there wasn’t anything dangerous he could possibly spill. She didn’t need to know that though. Not yet.

Her tired state made his job just that much simpler as he removes his hand to massage up along her neck, lingering over the base of her scalp with lips ghosting as he speaks further “or maybe—” another bite, briefly tugging against her lip with a devious gaze “maybe I’m jus enjoyin’ harassin’ you an that nice self of yours. A big bad Black Air agent who’s stickin’ around too long to bother the infamous Pryde.” The thought of her not being nice was a concerning thought albeit a curious one given he wouldn’t exactly describe her mannerisms from the past twenty-four hours nice but there was no point trying to push when her eyes were almost fighting to stay open. While sleep wasn’t an activity he found himself engaging in on a common basis she was more than likely the opposite and if he knew anything about people and their strange habits, the fact he was apparently ideal for naps was certainly an evident one. He braces for the inevitable as his fingers wind themselves into a mop of curls, caressing and stroking as best a man as rough as he physically knows how

                        “Tired, Luv?”

      She had a chance to make herself useful to the team perched on top of him, questioning him as tenderly as she could. She also had a chance to get revenge for the nonsense they’d put her through when they’d entrapped her dead in the center of a love triangle for the ages: Kurt versus Brian with Meggan to the side annoyed at all the fuss happening around her. Kitty had been annoyed too but she internalized it. Kept it down low, tried to release the energy on Alistaire but was met by a very crude rejection. Pete Wisdom, Black Air Agent and all around bad guy, did not seem to mind her untensing under his touch and over the rest of him. She did not make herself hard when he bit down this time, though she wasn’t fond of the placement and the glare she shot down would surely make him aware of her ill content. Where his hips grinded into her’s she slowed, suddenly tamed and suddenly bested. They were fine as they were but she was not ready to bare all to him which was why while her hand had been playing with the hem of his pants she pulled away, the first sign of backing down she’d showed all day.

“I’d tell them you came in here to harass me if you like it so much.” The hand once playing at the idea of pulling down his pants so she might make a run for his room and find whatever secrets he was hiding made itself busy elsewhere, tentatively moving through his hair as she leaned down to kiss him. She was softer in her tiredness and in her recent setback by his willingness to go further than she but certainly she had the drive coming up again only inches away from his lips to speak again. “No one would be shocked. They’d believe me before you.” The hickies would be compelling evidence but surely he’d be banished. She’d thought it out already, with a mind that went a thousand miles an hour even as he otherwise occupied her. The kitchen would be less smoky, everything would go back to normal. And still she made no move to put her plot into action, instead giving into half-lidded and increasingly tired kisses. “Would Black Air be angry?”

She meant-     wholeheartedly-    to be kinder than any lover he’d taken before. She imagined with how gruff he was, exploring where he felt, looking for whatever noise he could get out of her, it wouldn’t be hard. Although she could not go as far as him in this little joust she could kill him with kindness. She was nice, after all. Slowly and gently would her fingers wind through his hair as he made his best attempts at lulling her to sleep. She even thought to lay a kiss on his forehead in between talks of business and other nasty things. “Or do you already have everything you need?”

Despite her relentless attempts at obtaining information at his questioning her brow furrowed at his questioning of her state. She’d all but made her home in him and still she couldn’t help but feel hesitant at the implications behind it all. There was a pause and for the first time in a long while she broke eye contact to look away, towards the sheets. Even though she did not look at him, she could feel him looking at her and if only to amuse him in the meantime while she collected her thoughts the pad of her thumb tracked over his cheekbone still making her valiant attempts to overload him with gentle touches and kisses she only hoped would give him cavities to teach him a lesson. Should he stay it would not be her doing the walk of shame back to her room before the other’s woke. Assuming he’d even go. Perhaps in the middle of the night he’d get up to take a smoke break and she’d lock him out, window and door. She liked that idea. It was devious and it was cruel after she’d treated him to the extent of her nice. She wanted to edge him into the idea of her and perhaps before this morning she would have wanted to tear away what she’d given but even with his hands on her now she could recall the way they’d felt on her thighs, the ghost of a sensation since gone. Selfish as it was she would have liked to keep him if she could.

Her gaze returned with intent even if her kisses were idle and open and pushing into him with a sleepy sort of demand for an encore. “You’re not seriously staying here the whole night, are you?”

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