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Kim and Chase come upstairs after dinner. She grins as she opens the door. "Can you wait a moment? I'm going to go change into something more comfortable..."

She leaves him in the bedroom and slips into the bathroom to put on some skimpy lingerie the bar gave her earlier. On top of that, she throws on a cotton robe.

"You know, I'm not sure how much I feel like practicing tonight..." she says, looking down, trying to hide a smile.

[ooc: Smut warning]

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She slips the straps off and peels down the flimsy fabric, not looking up until she steps out of it and walks to the side of the bed.

His arm is trembling a bit with how much he wants to reach out and touch her. He cranes his neck to look up at her, but remains otherwise absolutely still and submissive.

"Tell me what to do," he breathes. "Give me an order. Anything."

She walks back to the foot of the bed and kneels on the edge again, resting her hands on his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"Maybe you need a massage."

"Anything you want." He licks his lips.

"But I think you're being too nice to me."

His lips quirk into a smile that's half-confident and half...nearly terrified.

She tilts her head, "I'm not sure being *mean* to you would be a very good present..."

"Maybe it would be."

The words spill out without him having meant to say them. But once out, he can't take them back.

"I don't--I don't want you to be cruel. I just want..."

He can't articulate what he wants. He flushes, but there's not much room for embarrassment in the heat of the moment.

For a few moments she's silent and then she kisses his inner thigh and works her way up, her hands touching the sheets, not his skin.

He closes his eyes and lets her work upwards, trying to remain still. He can't refrain any longer, and tentatively raises a hand to touch her cheek.

She doesn't lift her head, but she does give him a warning glare.

He pauses, but he's not chastened. Defiantly, he settles the hand lightly on her shoulder, and looks her in the eye.

Tell me off. I dare you.

"No touching," she says softly but there's a dangerous edge to her voice.

He withdraws the hand, liking that edge of steel, wanting more of that.

"Yes...whatever you say..." he whispers.

She slips her hand around his erection and lowers her head to take part of him into her mouth. It's been a while, but she remembers the *feel* of him.

Oh, it has been a while. A very long while.

He remembers her mouth on him, the feel of that, and he's daydreamed about it and nightdreamed about it and it's been ages and he arches just a little bit.

"Yes."

And she swirls her tongue over him, like an ice cream cone, like a popsicle, like ices, and she remembers what he likes and how he likes it.

He hasn't touched her. She's giving him pleasure. But she's the one in control.

He's almost afraid to speak, but he likes that fear.

Yes...she knows exactly what to do, and he can't keep from pushing gently against her, silently begging for more.

Well, he didn't use his hands and she complies with that request, speeding up a little and moving her hand to gently hold him.

He wants to touch her hand and guide it gently, but he can't, and then he doesn't need to anymore, because it's doing exactly what he wants it to and the combination of that and the speed of her mouth sends a shock of pleasure through him. He gasps audibly.

She smiles slightly as she takes more of him in and hears his reaction. But if she keeps going, she won't get what she wants.

She keeps going for a few minutes but then licks him one last time and slides up his body so that she can kiss him deeply. She captures his bottom lip with her teeth and then pulls back.

"Okay, now...you can touch."

Which he does, with pent-up fervor, skimming his hands over as much of her body as he can reach and reaching to cup one of her breasts, brushing his thumb against the nipple.

He kisses her again, caressing her cheek with his free hand.

She gasps into his mouth and runs her fingers through his hair.

He grows more confident, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her.

She can feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest and she kisses him and straddles him.

"Sit up," she breathes.

He snaps to attention and obeys instantly, his arms still twined loosely around her.

She wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto his shoulders for support as she lowers herself onto him. She gasps and closes her eyes, head titled back slightly and oh this feels so right.