Post by Iceman on Sept 14, 2006 18:05:17 GMT -5
(PG-13 for general kinky naughtiness. Set the night before Bobby's arrest.)
Paige snuck down the hallway yet again, knocking on the doorway to Bobby's room. Her bare feet were a bit cold- the mansion had a tendency to get drafty- but the gray x-men issue bathrobe over her nightgown kept her warm enough.
She knew she shouldn't be here, but she didn't have a whole lot of time before people caught on, and she'd not get the chance to sneak into Bobby's room again. She wondered if the boys in rooms to either side of his had already heard them at it.
"Bobby?" She whispered when he hadn't answered at first. Knocking again so softly it was hard even for her to hear, she began to get nervous.
Bobby was asleep. He was laying on top of his covers, in a sleeveless black t-shirt and boxers--red satin ones that said 'feelin' lucky?' on one front leg. He'd left his door unlocked, just in case Paige did decide to stop by again. When they'd last talked after dinner, she hadn't mentioned wanting to come see him, but he could always hope.
Biting her lip, she tried the door. Sure enough, unlocked. Had he been expecting her?
Stepping inside, Paige shut the door behind her very quietly, and locked it. A little disappointed that he wasn't going to see her unveiling, she dropped the bathrobe, leaving her only in a long red satin nightgown cut to the hip. Paige grinned, noting his red boxers. Even when they were alone, they were a perfect match.
Tiptoeing over to his bed, she knelt just beside him on the mattress. Her blonde hair was pulled up off her neck in a knot, so when she leaned over and kissed him, it didn't fall in her face. She didn't -want- to wake him, but couldn't help herself. The boy was just too cute lying there, prone and peaceful.
Bobby's head moved back slightly at the feel of a touch on his lips, and his eyes began to move underneath his eyelids. It took a few moments for him to pull himself from his sleep and open his eyes, but when he did, he was graced with a beautiful sight.
He gave her a sleepy smile, his half-open eyes blinking a few times. He would wake up much easier than he normally would have, as he realized that she was in a red satin nightgown that fit her figure to perfection.
"Hey, baby," he murmured, placing his hand on her thigh. "I was hoping you were going to stop by."
Paige smiled, and took the hand that he moved to touch her with. Finding the other, she lifted them over his head and bent down again to kiss him more fully. Keeping the deep kiss going, she unravelled the length of cord from the inside of her palm and slowly wound it around his wrists.
"I want to play a game," she whispered without opening her eyes.
Bobby's eyebrows rose as he felt a cord wrapping around his wrists, and his lips went still against hers as he heard what she said. Every last bit of tiredness left him in an instant. Then, the corners of his lips twitched into a smile as he considered what she was obviously suggesting. He'd never thought about anything as bold as tying someone up, and was a little intimidated by the prospect of going so far outside his comfort zone...But if it was a turn-on for Paige, he could at least try it.
He kept his wrists together as she wrapped the cord around them, his mouth returning to hers with considerably more passion, now that he was fully awake. Between kisses, he said teasingly, "Kinky. You just keep surprising me."
Giggling, she made sure his wrists were securely bound together, then tied them to the headboard. "It's not hard… you barely know me."
Biting his neck teasingly, she blew on his skin, then teased, "Scared yet?"
Bobby found her statement that they barely knew each other troubling--He felt like he'd learned a lot about her over the last couple of weeks. He knew most of her favorites, what she liked to do, a bit about her family. Maybe there was a lot he didn't realize he didn't know. He made a note to learn more about her; but at the moment, he pushed it to the back of his mind. He didn't want anything to mess this moment up.
"I wouldn't say scared...exactly..." he said, though he was beginning to feel a bit anxious. He figured if he pulled enough against the cords he could get out of them, or at least freeze and shatter them. Not that he realistically thought he'd need to get out of them; it was just the fact that he was without the use of his hands that put him a little on edge.
Which was, in a way, kind of sexy.
"Unless you whip out some shaving cream and a razor, I think I'll be okay," he said jokingly as he rested his head back against his pillow.
Paige laughed subtly, throwing a leg over Bobby to straddle him. "No, that won't be necessary..." she purred, gripping his tshirt. As she dropped a light kiss on his lips, her hands jerked in either direction, tearing his shirt from his body. She was stronger than he'd figured, it seemed.
Stripping him naked, she pulled off her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Playing her fingers over his chest, she looked down at him with a smooth half smile.
Tonight, Bobby was seeing a different side of Paige, that was for sure. She'd always been confident and forward, but tonight she was downright aggressive. He was surprised more than anything when she ripped his shirt away, and he was about to suggest that she join him in his clothes-less state when she pulled off her nightgown. 'Great minds,' Bobby thought appreciatively. They really were on the same wave length. And the feelings she was giving him were beyond anything he could have imagined.
If he'd had his hands free, they would have been all over her body like moths to the flame. But with his hands tied above his head, he settled with letting his eyes do the roaming. Her body was familiar now, though it hadn't--and he didn't think it ever would--lose it's exciting quality. He knew the slope of her shoulders, the size of her breasts, where her hair fell to on her bare back.
But as his eyes looked lower, he saw something completely unfamiliar. His brow furrowed as he looked more closely at her stomach. There were three scars on her skin, evenly spaced. Unable to gesture with his hands, he jutted with his chin, looking to her face, then to her stomach again to show what her was concerned and confused about.
"When did you get those?"
Paige smirked, and ran her fingers over them. "They've always been there hon. My brothers and I got to wrestling one time and I landed near the radiator. You've never noticed that?" She sounded a bit hurt, but let it go, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. Covering his mouth with hers and kissing him like there was no tomorrow, she moaned softly against his lips, distracting him from his thoughts.
Through the rest of the night she made love to him, not letting him up until they were both exhausted. Loosening the ties around his hands only after she'd gotten dressed, she kissed him once more and snuck out of the room, escaping down the dark hallway.
Paige snuck down the hallway yet again, knocking on the doorway to Bobby's room. Her bare feet were a bit cold- the mansion had a tendency to get drafty- but the gray x-men issue bathrobe over her nightgown kept her warm enough.
She knew she shouldn't be here, but she didn't have a whole lot of time before people caught on, and she'd not get the chance to sneak into Bobby's room again. She wondered if the boys in rooms to either side of his had already heard them at it.
"Bobby?" She whispered when he hadn't answered at first. Knocking again so softly it was hard even for her to hear, she began to get nervous.
Bobby was asleep. He was laying on top of his covers, in a sleeveless black t-shirt and boxers--red satin ones that said 'feelin' lucky?' on one front leg. He'd left his door unlocked, just in case Paige did decide to stop by again. When they'd last talked after dinner, she hadn't mentioned wanting to come see him, but he could always hope.
Biting her lip, she tried the door. Sure enough, unlocked. Had he been expecting her?
Stepping inside, Paige shut the door behind her very quietly, and locked it. A little disappointed that he wasn't going to see her unveiling, she dropped the bathrobe, leaving her only in a long red satin nightgown cut to the hip. Paige grinned, noting his red boxers. Even when they were alone, they were a perfect match.
Tiptoeing over to his bed, she knelt just beside him on the mattress. Her blonde hair was pulled up off her neck in a knot, so when she leaned over and kissed him, it didn't fall in her face. She didn't -want- to wake him, but couldn't help herself. The boy was just too cute lying there, prone and peaceful.
Bobby's head moved back slightly at the feel of a touch on his lips, and his eyes began to move underneath his eyelids. It took a few moments for him to pull himself from his sleep and open his eyes, but when he did, he was graced with a beautiful sight.
He gave her a sleepy smile, his half-open eyes blinking a few times. He would wake up much easier than he normally would have, as he realized that she was in a red satin nightgown that fit her figure to perfection.
"Hey, baby," he murmured, placing his hand on her thigh. "I was hoping you were going to stop by."
Paige smiled, and took the hand that he moved to touch her with. Finding the other, she lifted them over his head and bent down again to kiss him more fully. Keeping the deep kiss going, she unravelled the length of cord from the inside of her palm and slowly wound it around his wrists.
"I want to play a game," she whispered without opening her eyes.
Bobby's eyebrows rose as he felt a cord wrapping around his wrists, and his lips went still against hers as he heard what she said. Every last bit of tiredness left him in an instant. Then, the corners of his lips twitched into a smile as he considered what she was obviously suggesting. He'd never thought about anything as bold as tying someone up, and was a little intimidated by the prospect of going so far outside his comfort zone...But if it was a turn-on for Paige, he could at least try it.
He kept his wrists together as she wrapped the cord around them, his mouth returning to hers with considerably more passion, now that he was fully awake. Between kisses, he said teasingly, "Kinky. You just keep surprising me."
Giggling, she made sure his wrists were securely bound together, then tied them to the headboard. "It's not hard… you barely know me."
Biting his neck teasingly, she blew on his skin, then teased, "Scared yet?"
Bobby found her statement that they barely knew each other troubling--He felt like he'd learned a lot about her over the last couple of weeks. He knew most of her favorites, what she liked to do, a bit about her family. Maybe there was a lot he didn't realize he didn't know. He made a note to learn more about her; but at the moment, he pushed it to the back of his mind. He didn't want anything to mess this moment up.
"I wouldn't say scared...exactly..." he said, though he was beginning to feel a bit anxious. He figured if he pulled enough against the cords he could get out of them, or at least freeze and shatter them. Not that he realistically thought he'd need to get out of them; it was just the fact that he was without the use of his hands that put him a little on edge.
Which was, in a way, kind of sexy.
"Unless you whip out some shaving cream and a razor, I think I'll be okay," he said jokingly as he rested his head back against his pillow.
Paige laughed subtly, throwing a leg over Bobby to straddle him. "No, that won't be necessary..." she purred, gripping his tshirt. As she dropped a light kiss on his lips, her hands jerked in either direction, tearing his shirt from his body. She was stronger than he'd figured, it seemed.
Stripping him naked, she pulled off her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Playing her fingers over his chest, she looked down at him with a smooth half smile.
Tonight, Bobby was seeing a different side of Paige, that was for sure. She'd always been confident and forward, but tonight she was downright aggressive. He was surprised more than anything when she ripped his shirt away, and he was about to suggest that she join him in his clothes-less state when she pulled off her nightgown. 'Great minds,' Bobby thought appreciatively. They really were on the same wave length. And the feelings she was giving him were beyond anything he could have imagined.
If he'd had his hands free, they would have been all over her body like moths to the flame. But with his hands tied above his head, he settled with letting his eyes do the roaming. Her body was familiar now, though it hadn't--and he didn't think it ever would--lose it's exciting quality. He knew the slope of her shoulders, the size of her breasts, where her hair fell to on her bare back.
But as his eyes looked lower, he saw something completely unfamiliar. His brow furrowed as he looked more closely at her stomach. There were three scars on her skin, evenly spaced. Unable to gesture with his hands, he jutted with his chin, looking to her face, then to her stomach again to show what her was concerned and confused about.
"When did you get those?"
Paige smirked, and ran her fingers over them. "They've always been there hon. My brothers and I got to wrestling one time and I landed near the radiator. You've never noticed that?" She sounded a bit hurt, but let it go, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. Covering his mouth with hers and kissing him like there was no tomorrow, she moaned softly against his lips, distracting him from his thoughts.
Through the rest of the night she made love to him, not letting him up until they were both exhausted. Loosening the ties around his hands only after she'd gotten dressed, she kissed him once more and snuck out of the room, escaping down the dark hallway.
