Lee's apartment isn't necessarily what you'd expect from the current boss of the Narrows: it's not grand or even unusually secure. It's just a third-floor walkup a block from Cherry's, with two deadlocks on the door. But hey, it's an improvement from living in the clinic.
The clinic is where she's coming from now, half an hour later than she'd planned. Maybe it's sentimental -- no, it is sentimental, no maybe about it -- but Lee didn't want to stop seeing patients entirely just because she's got other duties now. She knows she's been a point of stability for some of them, especially the youngest ones. And when Vassia's mother brought her in at the last minute to have Lee look at that ear that keeps getting infected, and told Lee no-one can get the girl to settle down and smile like the Doc, what was she supposed to say? Sorry, I'm running late for a tryst with Edward Nygma, can you come back in the morning?
Obviously no. Obviously she's going to get the Raptises another round of antibiotics and some pain killers, give Vassia a lollipop for her troubles, and leave the clinic late. But when she is finally climbing the stairs to her apartment, her medical bag in one hand and her keys in the other, she can feel a pleasant anticipation running down her spine. A glass of whiskey and a night of sex sound pretty good to her.
Ed was in a good mood as he made his way towards Lee's apartment. He had a bottle of red wine clutched in his right gloved hand and was looking forward to spending a steamy night with the Queen of the Narrows. Ed walked up to Lee's front door and knocked twice, adjusting the dark green bowler hat upon his head. Tonight was going to be special.
He had the answer to her last riddle too, or he hoped so. Getting it wrong would just be awful and Ed hated getting things wrong. The Riddler never got it wrong.
While he waited for the door to open Ed began imagining all the things he would get up to tonight. Sex with Lee sounded heavenly and he couldn't wait until he pulled out the handcuffs, which were conveniently hidden inside of his jacket. To be honest he'd hardly used them with anyone else, since he never had time, or rather, he hadn't found anyone to use them on. Being a mastermind criminal wasn't always the best for relationships.
He turned around at the voice and smiled. It seemed he was a little early, or was he? Ed rolled up his white sleeve and gazed at his watch. Lee was late but he wouldn't put that against her since he knew she worked damn hard at the clinic.
"Prize. That's the answer to your riddle. Isn't it?"
Ed was hoping that he'd picked the right answer, since he didn't want to get it wrong on their first date. That would just be an ultimate disaster to him. He shook his head smiling a little.
"It's fine. I just wanted to get here so we could share this together."
He raised the red wine bottle up and hoped she liked the brand.
Lee laughs, shaking her head, and brushes past him to unlock the door.
"Classy, Ed. I'm impressed."
Maybe Cobblepot rubbed off on him.
"Come on inside," she says over her shoulder. "Make yourself at home. Glasses are over--"
She waves a hand towards the kitchenette off to her left. Her apartment isn't large, but there's a sense of space inside anyway. The furniture is all solid and comfortable, if a little shabby, and the tall windows have sheer curtains to let light in rather than shutters. The bedroom is down a hall to the right, and the front door opens into the living room-cum-dining room. The main clutter is concentrated on the kitchen table: discarded coffee mugs, folders piled up, and the random detritus of a woman who lives by herself and doesn't have time to have visitors much.
He could be classy when he wanted to be. Perhaps, a part of Oswald still existed within him deep inside, yet he would never bring that part up. The two men were once very close until things took a turn for the worst. There was some part of Ed that knew that one couldn't live without the other. He pushed thoughts about his past to the back of his mind and concentrated on the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Thank you."
Ed found his way around Lee's apartment and grabbed two glasses, un-popping the cork on the bottle and filling them with deep, red liquid. He passed a glass towards her, licking his lips slightly. Oh yes, he was thinking all about tonight.
"How was your day at the clinic? Not too taxing I hope."
"The usual for you then. As for me- well, nothing quite so grandeur as aiding the sick and needy, more ending some poor fool's life in the Narrows."
Ed knew why he killed the moron who threatened him with a knife. It was the jerk who tried to gate crash his game show whilst he was asking a riddle. Never do that to Edward Nygma. It was the last thing the guy ever did because he ended up crossing paths with Ed on his way home. He pulled a knife on Ed, who found that hilarious to start with, then proceeded to try and kill the man in green. It failed. Badly. Ed ended up killing the poor fool and dumping his body in the canal. Nice.
"It's good to finally relax after such a taxing day, don't you think?"
He offered Lee a smile before taking a deep drink of his wine. Not bad. It seems he had picked the right vintage after all.
Lee frowns, not quite so thrilled by the casual murder as Ed is.
"I hope he earned it."
Some people, she's found, do. Not a very principled way of approaching the world, she knows, but principles and practicality no longer go hand in hand. Not all the time.
But if the Narrows is her turf, she feels responsible for its citizens. And if Ed murdered a guy just because he was bored, or because of that sadistic show of his . . . there could be a problem here.
Ed noticed the frown and sighed, taking in a few more gulps of wine. Would she understand? It wasn't a senseless killing. This fool tried to kill him! Edward Nygma being attacked by some idiot hobo.
"He did, since he was the one trying to kill me. I didn't want to end his life but he gave me no choice. Look, I don't make a habit of murdering random people in the Narrows. It was something that just happened."
He hoped she wouldn't view him as some psychopath, since he didn't view himself as something so low. Gotham already had it's fill of those.
"Besides, tonight is about us, not the lowlifes of Gotham."
Ed moved in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, licking his lips slowly afterwards.
He used her name formally, as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She did look beautiful tonight and maybe it was the wine but he was in a rather playful mood.
"I didn't forget these you know."
Ed reached into his jacket pocket and dangled the handcuffs in front of Lee's face. Oh yes, he had them of course. How could he not? The adjustment to his tie hadn't gone unnoticed, as he playfully nibbled at her jawline.
He nipped lightly at her jawline before moving to press soft kisses down her throat. Ed didn't know how to feel right now, whether he should feel elated that he was going to spend the night with this woman, or just the feeling of having real company for once. It just felt good.
"You know I'm not the sort of man to disappoint, Miss Thompkins. I'm a man of my word."
Ed began suckling a soft part of skin just underneath her jaw, licking at it with his tongue.
Lee laughs again, but her breath catches when he sucks at her skin.
"You can call me Doc," she corrects, amused. "Or just Lee. Mr. Nygma."
Tightening her arm around his waist, she arches her back and presses closer against him. A pleasant heat is already building in her cheeks and between her legs, from the wine and his closeness and the anticipation she's been feeling all day.
He felt the beginning of a pleasant arousal as they stood in the middle of the room flirting. It was almost a coy dance and Ed knew that the bedroom wouldn't be that far away. He could almost imagine her naked body spread out on the sheets for him.
"Would you like it to be? It can be whatever you wish."
Ed teased, moving his hand along her front, caressing her breasts softly. He licked a line along her neck the breathed over the line of saliva. They could eat or they could eat each other. The latter sounded the preferable option in Ed's opinion. It was up to Lee if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her right now.
"I think about you at night a lot."
He rasped in her ear, nipping softly at her earlobe.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she shivers -- uncontrolled, for just a moment,
unguarded. Sometimes it's easy to think of Ed as the flashy showman, or the
second-in-command, and to forget that what he is and always has been is
clever. With his hands, but mostly with his words.
The
physical pleasure of his touch is very nice, but the feeling, the idea of
being wanted ... it's warming.
Ed almost growled next to her ear when she asked how he thought about her at night. It was an erotic image and he could feel his trousers tenting at the thought of what they were going to do this evening.
"I touch myself and think of your lips all over my flush, hot, naked body. My hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking, squeezing the taught flesh, pulling back the foreskin and caressing my ball sac."
He could talk dirty until the cows came home and right now Ed was getting very aroused and quickly. His fingers danced along the back of her neck, pushing some hair out of the way, as he pressed a few kisses there.
Lee can feel his erection growing, bumping against her stomach; she sighs,
halfway to a groan, and slides one of her hands from the small of his back
down to his ass.
"Like this?"
She turs her head to
press her lips to his neck, just above his high collar, kissing and
nibbling up towards his jaw.
Ed hissed with pleasure when he felt Lee's hand sliding over his ass. Just a simple touch could cause such pleasure shooting through his core. His cock twitched inside of his pants, as he gently rubbed his bulge against her leg.
"Yes, just like this- ah-"
He was enjoying the kisses on his neck prickling the skin, causing him to have goose bumps. How long could they last standing here before they both run upstairs and begin ripping each other's clothes off. Ed was so hard it hurt.
"Do you think about me alone at night in bed? Please, Lee, talk dirty to me."
Ed groaned at the contact, nipping at her collarbone.
"I think about your hands a lot." She squeezes his ass as she speaks,
keeping him close. "I think about you fingering me when I'm touching
myself. I like thinking about you fucking me with one hand and holding me
down with the other."
Then, laughing: "You know, I couldn't stop
thinking about you today, after everything you said. All that stuff about
spanking me and teasing me."
Her other hand slides around his
waist and down his stomach to cup him through his slacks.
He let out a low growl at her words. Yes, he could picture it all now in his head vividly, as if he were there now, pleasuring her, hearing her cries of pleasure.
"Is that so? Aren't we a naughty girl?"
Ed smirked naughtily and allowed his hand to squeeze her right breast; his thumb tracing over the outline of her nipple. The touches to his ass were doing awful things to his body right now. His cock was throbbing, aching so much and his breath was coming out faster than before.
"I meant every word."
To punctuate his words he kissed her passionately on the lips, almost filthily; his tongue delving into her mouth, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
Lee groans, parting her lips for him. It's perfect, aggressive, hot
and messy.
When she finally has to break away to breathe, she
gives him a sharp, humorless grin. "Yeah, well, the straight and narrow
didn't really work out for me."
She lets go of him so that she
can grab at his jacket and push it off his shoulders. Way past time
clothes started coming off.
The groan was music to Ed's ears, as he shrugged off his jacket with a roll of his shoulders. He stopped himself though, panting and looking at Lee with a surprised expression.
"Shouldn't we wait until we get up to the bedroom before stripping?"
It was just a casual realisation on his part, since he didn't fancy taking her here on the floor- unless she really wanted it that way. Ed did fancy some comfort when he made love; such as a warm, comfy bed and some soft sheets. He kissed her jaw and smiled.
"How wet are you right now?"
He nipped at her jawline playfully and let his hands caress her neck gently.
Is he -- is he seriously objecting to taking off a few clothes outside the
bedroom -- okay in retrospect Lee probably should have pegged him for that
kind of fastidious.
She snorts and wraps one hand around his
tie, gives it a teasing tug.
"I guess you'd better come find out
in the bedroom."
Then, letting go, she starts for her room,
smirking over her shoulder. "Bring the wine, hm?"
Ed swallowed thickly and felt his eyes drift down to her hand tugging at his green tie. She was definitely the playful type and he loved this, yet even he had morals and making love outside of the bedroom? He wasn't that type of guy. He believed that comfort and morals should go hand in hand at a time like this.
"Oh yes, I will. Of course."
He grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses before following her up the stairs to the bedroom. Ed was already rock hard and walking with a throbbing erection wasn't the easiest of things. The thought had occurred to him that they could have made love right there and then but what if someone saw through the curtains? That thought excited him a little even with the morality coursing through him.
Her bedroom, like the rest of the apartment, is comfortable and lived in
rather than ostentatious; the bed is made, but the pillows are askew, and
some of Lee's clothes have gathered on the back of the chair by the vanity.
Not really a crime boss' lifestyle in here.
Speaking of clothes
-- once she's through the door, Lee plops down on the bed, takes off her
boots and tosses them into a corner, and starts unbuttoning her blouse. She
gives Ed an amused smile when he follows her into the room. His erection is
hard to miss.
Ed looked around at the bedroom and found it to be a nice living space, compared to his, which was disorganised with riddle books, clothes and other such things around the place. Ed watched Lee begin to unbutton her blouse with a fascinated expression then noticed where her eyes rested. Licking his lips, he looked down at the tent in his pants.
"Ah. Well, occupational hazard I suppose you could call it or- irresistible lust towards the beautiful woman in the room."
He walked over and closed the gap between them, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
She lets her blouse hang open and leans up into the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, humming her pleasure into the kiss. Her other hand comes to rest on his waist with a light squeeze.
"Oh yes. What is something you can gaze at and never tire of seeing?"
He offered her a riddle, as he kissed her passionately, enjoying the feel of her hand at his waist. How long would it be until he had her bound up by the handcuffs? Only time could tell. He fished out the handcuffs as he broke from the kiss.
"Would you like to finish undressing first before I place these on your wrists?"
Ed dangled them playfully in front of her, nipping at her bottom lip.
She licks her lips, when he lets her have them again, and gives him a sharp grin.
"Yeah. I don't want you getting any ideas about cutting my bra off."
She chucks him under the chin, finishes stripping off her blouse, and gets her bra off as well. The slight chill of the air, and the amount of petting they've been doing before this, have her nipples hard and sensitive.
"Not bad. I think you're getting better at solving my riddles, Lee. I may have to up my game."
Ed licked his lips and gazed down at her naked breasts. What a sight. It wasn't one he got to view often either, being shut away filling out riddle books and running a dodgy game show in the Narrows. A woman's naked body was always a welcome sight to his eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He offered her a sly wink and began kissing her neck, making his way downwards, licking a line above her breasts before sucking on her right nipple. He wanted her squirming before he put the cuffs on.
Lee's breath catches. Bracing herself with one hand behind her, she arches up into his mouth and slides her other hand into his hair.
"Oh -- fuck."
Her breath gets deeper as he works her over; she groans when he does something she particularly likes, when his lips or teeth or tongue hit her just right.
He wants her squirming, and with a little patience, he'll get what he wants. It's a strange kind of alchemy -- the pent-up stress of daily life in the Narrows turning into arousal and need.
Ed enjoyed hearing her noises of pleasure, as he lathered her nipple with his tongue. He moved to do the same to the other nipple, biting gently, almost teasing the hard nub to see what reactions he could get from her. His cock was almost leaking precum at her sensual noises and he knows this was just the beginning of their night.
"Something tells me you like this."
He hummed against her sensitive flesh and pulled back, quirking a smile.
"Do you want me to cuff you now so I can pull your panties off with my teeth?"
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The clinic is where she's coming from now, half an hour later than she'd planned. Maybe it's sentimental -- no, it is sentimental, no maybe about it -- but Lee didn't want to stop seeing patients entirely just because she's got other duties now. She knows she's been a point of stability for some of them, especially the youngest ones. And when Vassia's mother brought her in at the last minute to have Lee look at that ear that keeps getting infected, and told Lee no-one can get the girl to settle down and smile like the Doc, what was she supposed to say? Sorry, I'm running late for a tryst with Edward Nygma, can you come back in the morning?
Obviously no. Obviously she's going to get the Raptises another round of antibiotics and some pain killers, give Vassia a lollipop for her troubles, and leave the clinic late. But when she is finally climbing the stairs to her apartment, her medical bag in one hand and her keys in the other, she can feel a pleasant anticipation running down her spine. A glass of whiskey and a night of sex sound pretty good to her.
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He had the answer to her last riddle too, or he hoped so. Getting it wrong would just be awful and Ed hated getting things wrong. The Riddler never got it wrong.
While he waited for the door to open Ed began imagining all the things he would get up to tonight. Sex with Lee sounded heavenly and he couldn't wait until he pulled out the handcuffs, which were conveniently hidden inside of his jacket. To be honest he'd hardly used them with anyone else, since he never had time, or rather, he hadn't found anyone to use them on. Being a mastermind criminal wasn't always the best for relationships.
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And then, from behind him on the stairwell, an amused voice:
"You're punctual as always."
Lee's heels clack on the floor as she approaches, and she gives Ed a wry smile.
"Sorry I'm late."
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"Prize. That's the answer to your riddle. Isn't it?"
Ed was hoping that he'd picked the right answer, since he didn't want to get it wrong on their first date. That would just be an ultimate disaster to him. He shook his head smiling a little.
"It's fine. I just wanted to get here so we could share this together."
He raised the red wine bottle up and hoped she liked the brand.
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"Classy, Ed. I'm impressed."
Maybe Cobblepot rubbed off on him.
"Come on inside," she says over her shoulder. "Make yourself at home. Glasses are over--"
She waves a hand towards the kitchenette off to her left. Her apartment isn't large, but there's a sense of space inside anyway. The furniture is all solid and comfortable, if a little shabby, and the tall windows have sheer curtains to let light in rather than shutters. The bedroom is down a hall to the right, and the front door opens into the living room-cum-dining room. The main clutter is concentrated on the kitchen table: discarded coffee mugs, folders piled up, and the random detritus of a woman who lives by herself and doesn't have time to have visitors much.
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"Thank you."
Ed found his way around Lee's apartment and grabbed two glasses, un-popping the cork on the bottle and filling them with deep, red liquid. He passed a glass towards her, licking his lips slightly. Oh yes, he was thinking all about tonight.
"How was your day at the clinic? Not too taxing I hope."
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"Not too taxing. No amputations, no head trauma, no puking. I consider that a good day."
She clinks her glass against his. "But I'm happy to be home. And you? Anything -- exciting happen today?"
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Ed knew why he killed the moron who threatened him with a knife. It was the jerk who tried to gate crash his game show whilst he was asking a riddle. Never do that to Edward Nygma. It was the last thing the guy ever did because he ended up crossing paths with Ed on his way home. He pulled a knife on Ed, who found that hilarious to start with, then proceeded to try and kill the man in green. It failed. Badly. Ed ended up killing the poor fool and dumping his body in the canal. Nice.
"It's good to finally relax after such a taxing day, don't you think?"
He offered Lee a smile before taking a deep drink of his wine. Not bad. It seems he had picked the right vintage after all.
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"I hope he earned it."
Some people, she's found, do. Not a very principled way of approaching the world, she knows, but principles and practicality no longer go hand in hand. Not all the time.
But if the Narrows is her turf, she feels responsible for its citizens. And if Ed murdered a guy just because he was bored, or because of that sadistic show of his . . . there could be a problem here.
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"He did, since he was the one trying to kill me. I didn't want to end his life but he gave me no choice. Look, I don't make a habit of murdering random people in the Narrows. It was something that just happened."
He hoped she wouldn't view him as some psychopath, since he didn't view himself as something so low. Gotham already had it's fill of those.
"Besides, tonight is about us, not the lowlifes of Gotham."
Ed moved in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, licking his lips slowly afterwards.
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It is a kill or be killed world out there.
Lee sighs, swaying towards him when he kisses her cheek, and turns a faint smile up at him.
"You've got a point." She reaches up with her free hand to adjust his tie. "No need to bring work home with us."
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He used her name formally, as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She did look beautiful tonight and maybe it was the wine but he was in a rather playful mood.
"I didn't forget these you know."
Ed reached into his jacket pocket and dangled the handcuffs in front of Lee's face. Oh yes, he had them of course. How could he not? The adjustment to his tie hadn't gone unnoticed, as he playfully nibbled at her jawline.
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"Of course you didn't."
Taking one more swallow of wine, she puts her glass down on the table and slips her hand under his jacket, along his waist.
"I'd have been pretty disappointed if you had. I know you like to follow through on a plan."
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"You know I'm not the sort of man to disappoint, Miss Thompkins. I'm a man of my word."
Ed began suckling a soft part of skin just underneath her jaw, licking at it with his tongue.
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"You can call me Doc," she corrects, amused. "Or just Lee. Mr. Nygma."
Tightening her arm around his waist, she arches her back and presses closer against him. A pleasant heat is already building in her cheeks and between her legs, from the wine and his closeness and the anticipation she's been feeling all day.
"God, I've been looking forward to your mouth."
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He felt the beginning of a pleasant arousal as they stood in the middle of the room flirting. It was almost a coy dance and Ed knew that the bedroom wouldn't be that far away. He could almost imagine her naked body spread out on the sheets for him.
"Shall we eat first or?-"
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She arches her eyebrows, amused.
"Is that a come on, or are you hungry for actual food?"
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Ed teased, moving his hand along her front, caressing her breasts softly. He licked a line along her neck the breathed over the line of saliva. They could eat or they could eat each other. The latter sounded the preferable option in Ed's opinion. It was up to Lee if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her right now.
"I think about you at night a lot."
He rasped in her ear, nipping softly at her earlobe.
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Her eyes flutter shut, and she shivers -- uncontrolled, for just a moment, unguarded. Sometimes it's easy to think of Ed as the flashy showman, or the second-in-command, and to forget that what he is and always has been is clever. With his hands, but mostly with his words.
The physical pleasure of his touch is very nice, but the feeling, the idea of being wanted ... it's warming.
"What do you think about me?" she murmurs.
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"I touch myself and think of your lips all over my flush, hot, naked body. My hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking, squeezing the taught flesh, pulling back the foreskin and caressing my ball sac."
He could talk dirty until the cows came home and right now Ed was getting very aroused and quickly. His fingers danced along the back of her neck, pushing some hair out of the way, as he pressed a few kisses there.
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Lee can feel his erection growing, bumping against her stomach; she sighs, halfway to a groan, and slides one of her hands from the small of his back down to his ass.
"Like this?"
She turs her head to press her lips to his neck, just above his high collar, kissing and nibbling up towards his jaw.
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"Yes, just like this- ah-"
He was enjoying the kisses on his neck prickling the skin, causing him to have goose bumps. How long could they last standing here before they both run upstairs and begin ripping each other's clothes off. Ed was so hard it hurt.
"Do you think about me alone at night in bed? Please, Lee, talk dirty to me."
Ed groaned at the contact, nipping at her collarbone.
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"I think about your hands a lot." She squeezes his ass as she speaks, keeping him close. "I think about you fingering me when I'm touching myself. I like thinking about you fucking me with one hand and holding me down with the other."
Then, laughing: "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about you today, after everything you said. All that stuff about spanking me and teasing me."
Her other hand slides around his waist and down his stomach to cup him through his slacks.
"Did you mean all that?"
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"Is that so? Aren't we a naughty girl?"
Ed smirked naughtily and allowed his hand to squeeze her right breast; his thumb tracing over the outline of her nipple. The touches to his ass were doing awful things to his body right now. His cock was throbbing, aching so much and his breath was coming out faster than before.
"I meant every word."
To punctuate his words he kissed her passionately on the lips, almost filthily; his tongue delving into her mouth, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
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Lee groans, parting her lips for him. It's perfect, aggressive, hot and messy.
When she finally has to break away to breathe, she gives him a sharp, humorless grin. "Yeah, well, the straight and narrow didn't really work out for me."
She lets go of him so that she can grab at his jacket and push it off his shoulders. Way past time clothes started coming off.
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"Shouldn't we wait until we get up to the bedroom before stripping?"
It was just a casual realisation on his part, since he didn't fancy taking her here on the floor- unless she really wanted it that way. Ed did fancy some comfort when he made love; such as a warm, comfy bed and some soft sheets. He kissed her jaw and smiled.
"How wet are you right now?"
He nipped at her jawline playfully and let his hands caress her neck gently.
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Is he -- is he seriously objecting to taking off a few clothes outside the bedroom -- okay in retrospect Lee probably should have pegged him for that kind of fastidious.
She snorts and wraps one hand around his tie, gives it a teasing tug.
"I guess you'd better come find out in the bedroom."
Then, letting go, she starts for her room, smirking over her shoulder. "Bring the wine, hm?"
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"Oh yes, I will. Of course."
He grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses before following her up the stairs to the bedroom. Ed was already rock hard and walking with a throbbing erection wasn't the easiest of things. The thought had occurred to him that they could have made love right there and then but what if someone saw through the curtains? That thought excited him a little even with the morality coursing through him.
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Her bedroom, like the rest of the apartment, is comfortable and lived in rather than ostentatious; the bed is made, but the pillows are askew, and some of Lee's clothes have gathered on the back of the chair by the vanity. Not really a crime boss' lifestyle in here.
Speaking of clothes -- once she's through the door, Lee plops down on the bed, takes off her boots and tosses them into a corner, and starts unbuttoning her blouse. She gives Ed an amused smile when he follows her into the room. His erection is hard to miss.
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"Ah. Well, occupational hazard I suppose you could call it or- irresistible lust towards the beautiful woman in the room."
He walked over and closed the gap between them, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
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She lets her blouse hang open and leans up into the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, humming her pleasure into the kiss. Her other hand comes to rest on his waist with a light squeeze.
"Pretty high praise."
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He offered her a riddle, as he kissed her passionately, enjoying the feel of her hand at his waist. How long would it be until he had her bound up by the handcuffs? Only time could tell. He fished out the handcuffs as he broke from the kiss.
"Would you like to finish undressing first before I place these on your wrists?"
Ed dangled them playfully in front of her, nipping at her bottom lip.
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She licks her lips, when he lets her have them again, and gives him a sharp grin.
"Yeah. I don't want you getting any ideas about cutting my bra off."
She chucks him under the chin, finishes stripping off her blouse, and gets her bra off as well. The slight chill of the air, and the amount of petting they've been doing before this, have her nipples hard and sensitive.
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Ed licked his lips and gazed down at her naked breasts. What a sight. It wasn't one he got to view often either, being shut away filling out riddle books and running a dodgy game show in the Narrows. A woman's naked body was always a welcome sight to his eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He offered her a sly wink and began kissing her neck, making his way downwards, licking a line above her breasts before sucking on her right nipple. He wanted her squirming before he put the cuffs on.
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"Oh -- fuck."
Her breath gets deeper as he works her over; she groans when he does something she particularly likes, when his lips or teeth or tongue hit her just right.
He wants her squirming, and with a little patience, he'll get what he wants. It's a strange kind of alchemy -- the pent-up stress of daily life in the Narrows turning into arousal and need.
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"Something tells me you like this."
He hummed against her sensitive flesh and pulled back, quirking a smile.
"Do you want me to cuff you now so I can pull your panties off with my teeth?"