Title: Lessons
Category: It's pretty much PWP, but without the graphic P. g
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Dick Wolf, so obviously they don't belong to me. Der.
Dedication: For Kiwi, smut ho', who begged, bribed, and generally wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this.
~x~
"Alex. Get over here."
Alex smiled coyly and stayed exactly where she was.
"Make me."
He took a step towards her. "You really don't want me to do that."
"No? Why is that?" she asked innocently.
He growled softly with frustration. "I'm warning you, if I have to come over there and get you..."
"What? What are you going to do?"
"Baby, you know what I'm going to do."
She shivered.
She knew.
But she wanted to hear him say it anyway. "Tell me."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Her voice dropped so that it was almost inaudible. "How?"
"I'm going to start with my hands," Bobby said, trapping her in his gaze. "Do you know what I'm going to do with my hands?"
She shivered again and took an involuntary step forward. She remembered.
His hands roaming all over her.
Long, sensitive fingers.
Touching. Stroking. Caressing.
Exploring.
He watched her reaction through hooded eyes. She liked this little game they were playing. But then, she always liked their little games.
"Then I'm going to use my lips."
Those lips.
So demanding.
So gentle.
So knowing.
"I'm going to kiss you everywhere. And I'm going to take my time."
"Yes," she whimpered.
He liked to take his time.
He very seldomly rushed things.
He was always thorough like that.
"You know what comes next."
"I know."
"What comes next, Alex?"
Her breathing became ragged. "Your . . . you use your teeth."
"And?" he prompted.
"Your tongue." She swallowed, and her eyes dropped to his mouth, hypnotised by its motion. "You use your teeth and your tongue."
He nodded. "That's right. What do I do with them?"
What didn't he do with them?
His tongue was very adventurous, and a very, very seasoned traveller.
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his mouth on her skin even though he was over the other side of the room. She knew he was waiting for her to answer, but she couldn't. She was caught up in a memory of pure sensation.
"What do I do, Baby?" He willed her to answer, because this wasn't just for her anymore. He was caught up in a game of his own making, and now he wanted to hear the words as much as she did.
"You use them to . . ."
"To what?"
Lap.
Graze.
Lick.
Nip.
Taste.
Bite.
Tweak.
"To set me on fire," she murmured.
He allowed himself a slight smile. "Why do I do that?"
Without hesitation she answered, "Because you enjoy it."
"And?"
"Because I enjoy it too," she conceded with a Cheshire smile.
"Alex, if you don't come over here right now, when I finally get you," he paused, watching her anticipation build as she waited for him to continue. "I'm not going give you any release. You'll be begging me, screaming at me, but I won't allow it."
She believed him. He was always as good as his word.
"I'll keep you on that edge until you won't even know your own name anymore," he promised firmly.
Alex opened her eyes. "I dare you," was all she said.
So he closed the distance between them and grabbed her.
And taught her a lesson.
End
A/N: See? Not too smutty at all, was it? LOL
Category: It's pretty much PWP, but without the graphic P. g
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Dick Wolf, so obviously they don't belong to me. Der.
Dedication: For Kiwi, smut ho', who begged, bribed, and generally wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this.
~x~
"Alex. Get over here."
Alex smiled coyly and stayed exactly where she was.
"Make me."
He took a step towards her. "You really don't want me to do that."
"No? Why is that?" she asked innocently.
He growled softly with frustration. "I'm warning you, if I have to come over there and get you..."
"What? What are you going to do?"
"Baby, you know what I'm going to do."
She shivered.
She knew.
But she wanted to hear him say it anyway. "Tell me."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Her voice dropped so that it was almost inaudible. "How?"
"I'm going to start with my hands," Bobby said, trapping her in his gaze. "Do you know what I'm going to do with my hands?"
She shivered again and took an involuntary step forward. She remembered.
His hands roaming all over her.
Long, sensitive fingers.
Touching. Stroking. Caressing.
Exploring.
He watched her reaction through hooded eyes. She liked this little game they were playing. But then, she always liked their little games.
"Then I'm going to use my lips."
Those lips.
So demanding.
So gentle.
So knowing.
"I'm going to kiss you everywhere. And I'm going to take my time."
"Yes," she whimpered.
He liked to take his time.
He very seldomly rushed things.
He was always thorough like that.
"You know what comes next."
"I know."
"What comes next, Alex?"
Her breathing became ragged. "Your . . . you use your teeth."
"And?" he prompted.
"Your tongue." She swallowed, and her eyes dropped to his mouth, hypnotised by its motion. "You use your teeth and your tongue."
He nodded. "That's right. What do I do with them?"
What didn't he do with them?
His tongue was very adventurous, and a very, very seasoned traveller.
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his mouth on her skin even though he was over the other side of the room. She knew he was waiting for her to answer, but she couldn't. She was caught up in a memory of pure sensation.
"What do I do, Baby?" He willed her to answer, because this wasn't just for her anymore. He was caught up in a game of his own making, and now he wanted to hear the words as much as she did.
"You use them to . . ."
"To what?"
Lap.
Graze.
Lick.
Nip.
Taste.
Bite.
Tweak.
"To set me on fire," she murmured.
He allowed himself a slight smile. "Why do I do that?"
Without hesitation she answered, "Because you enjoy it."
"And?"
"Because I enjoy it too," she conceded with a Cheshire smile.
"Alex, if you don't come over here right now, when I finally get you," he paused, watching her anticipation build as she waited for him to continue. "I'm not going give you any release. You'll be begging me, screaming at me, but I won't allow it."
She believed him. He was always as good as his word.
"I'll keep you on that edge until you won't even know your own name anymore," he promised firmly.
Alex opened her eyes. "I dare you," was all she said.
So he closed the distance between them and grabbed her.
And taught her a lesson.
End
A/N: See? Not too smutty at all, was it? LOL