Katerina (Nancy/Ned) NC-17
Author: glasheen25
Recipient: ndnickerson
Fandom: Nancy Drew
Pairing/Characters:Nancy/Ned
Series: post Nancy Drew files
Word Count:1586
Rating:NC-17
Prompt: roleplay, pearls
“Ma’am, what would like to drink?”
Her lips painted a deep red, Nancy graced the bartender with an inviting smile before immediately deciding on a mojito. His eyes were her on, Nancy knew, had barely left her since she had walked into the famously expensive restaurant five minutes earlier and had sat at the bar. Nancy wore a single string of pearls on her neck and her blue, silk dress was cut dangerously low, revealing the teasing glimpse of her pert breasts that strained against the tight material.
“Your drink, Ma’am.”
Accepting her cocktail with a smile, Nancy stirred it with her straw before taking a drink, distantly aware of the effect she was having on the handsome bartender. He couldn’t stop staring at her and that knowledge made Nancy feel strangely turned on and surprised by the power that a skimpy, low-cut dress and some red lipstick could afford her.
Philippe’s was quietly bustling, the waiting staff discreetly moving amongst the candlelit tables and the tinkling music from the piano drifting slowly into the air.
“Katrina, I presume?” a voice murmured softly from behind her and gazing tentatively around, Nancy found herself looking into a pair of warm brown eyes.
“Yes,” Nancy smiled nervously, goose pimple rising on her bare arms, when he took a seat beside her and rested a hand lightly on the exposed skin of her thigh.
He was possibly the most gorgeous guy Nancy had ever seen, all smoldering dark looks and a body that promised to be a perfect combination of hard muscle and tanned skin beneath his staid blue shirt and tie.
“You’ve exceeded all my expectations, Katerina.” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “When I told them to send me a girl, I expected her to be hot but nothing like this. You really are quite exquisite.”
His fingers started edging up Nancy’s thigh and climbed towards the hem of her dress which covered what little modesty she still had intact. Nancy wasn’t wearing a bra and her cheeks flushed when she looked down and realized her nipples were erect, the twin peaks peeking through the thin silk. He had noticed this too and his dark eyes now bore into her chest, his hands creeping over the thin silk and brushing lightly against her bare breasts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” he murmured dangerously, tracing a finger down her cheek and letting it rest finally on her crotch. Nancy on her part could barely breath. She had never done anything like this before and the sheer illicitness of the act, made her suddenly want him all the harder.
“Your table is ready.” the maitre d informed them brightly, her pretty face alight with a smile as she directed them towards their table when he suddenly stopped.
“We’re actually not staying for dinner.” he informed her matter-of-factly, ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne to go before tipping the immaculately dressed woman generously. “I’ve just realized there’s somewhere more important we need to be.”
The second Nancy slid into the cab, his hands were on her, his movements rough and forceful barely restraining himself from ripping the thin silk from her body outright. Despite herself, Nancy couldn’t help but respond, pulling herself on to his lap, her long legs askew and her crotch burning as she felt the outline of his hard cock move against her.
“I can’t wait to feel myself inside of you,” he whispered harshly, pressing his lips against her neck, the feel of his stubble deliciously rough against her skin. “See how it feels to fuck a girl who can charge five hundred dollars a night.”
“You can’t even imagine.” Nancy promised him in a heated whisper, taking his hand in hers and placing his hand inside her silk panties.
He exhaled a sigh of frustration as his fingers explored the soft, velvety flesh and Nancy could tell he was seriously struggling to hold on. “You shave?” he demanded harshly and Nancy nodded in answer, her eyes squeezed shut in utter ecstasy as he pushed her underwear to one side, his fingers edging into the soft flesh.
“That will be fifteen dollars, Sir.” the cab driver muttered in exasperation, when he pulled the car to a sudden halt and Nancy was too turned on to even care.
Stepping impatiently out of the cab, Nancy was impressed to find herself in front of The Fairmont Hotel, a boutique hotel favored by the wealthier and more famous residents of Chicago. A uniformed doorman pulled the heavy glass doors open for them with a grand flourish and Nancy stepped inside the welcoming warmth.
He had booked them a suite, the rooms immaculately decorated in elegant blues and silver and
fragranced with the sweet scent of lilies that emanated from an elaborate arrangement of flowers that graced the hall. Nancy had barely time to appreciate her surroundings when his hands were on the thin piece of ribbon that tied around her neck.
Fumbling with the knot, the dress suddenly came undone, Nancy standing naked and exposed against the papered wall, her silk panties and impossibly high stiletto shoes her only cover.
“I think you should take those off.” he commanded, gesturing towards the blue silk panties and Nancy had no option but to obey.
“You’re paying.” she shrugged, inching down the panties slowly and deliberately and enjoying the feel of his eyes following her every movement. “What about the shoes?”
“No, leave those on.” he replied heatedly, pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply.
He smelled good, Nancy considered, enjoying the feel of his tongue pushing into her mouth and his cock pressing against her thigh.
“It’s so warm in here,” Nancy murmured, her fingers starting to work on the first of the buttons of his shirt. “I think we need to get you out of all these clothes.”
Mumbling something in agreement, he allowed Nancy to rip the shirt from his body and pull off his trousers before hoisting her up in his arms and pressing her against the wall.
“I am going to fuck you so hard.”
His stubble grazed against her skin and Nancy moaned in response.
“Fuck me now.” she pleaded and he growled in anticipation, throwing her down on the bed and pinning her hands against the headboard.
Her blue eyes gazing into his, Nancy screamed in ecstasy when he first thrust inside her, his fingers tracing gently along her inner thigh.
“You are gorgeous.” she murmured, pressing her lips to his, her eyes squeezed shut in contentment as he fucked her long and deep.
“You say that to all your clients.” he teased her lightly, before pulling out and motioning her to get on top.
His cock was fabulously hard as Nancy climbed on top of him and carefully guided him inside of her.
“That feels so good.” he murmured eagerly, as Nancy started to stride up and down his cock, her red-gold hair pulled free of it’s bun and trailing teasingly along his chest.
Nancy purposefully stalled, almost bringing him to climax several times before stopping and pressing her lips to his.
“You are cruel.” he groaned and Nancy merely smiled, running her tongue over his nipple and pressing a finger under his balls under she allowed him finally to come.
“My turn now.” she pouted with blood red lips, her hair falling in an enchanting tangle over her shoulder as she gazed at him sweetly.
--
The vague buzz of her cellphone permeated Nancy’s dreams as she turned over unhappily on the bed, her sleep interrupted. Lying naked in the bed, her clothes slung in an untidy tangle on the floor, her blue eyes sprung open to wakefulness and widened when she realized where she was.
Placing a tentative foot on the soft carpeted floor, Nancy fumbled for her bag and rummaged for her cellphone.
“Hannah?” she greeted the woman, rubbing a hand sleepily over her eyes. “How’s everything?”
Sliding her cell phone closed, Nancy was about to reach for her clothes when she heard a voice mumble sleepily in the darkness.
“What’s going on, babe?”
“Jenny’s got a stomach bug and she’s crying for her daddy.” Nancy informed him with an apologetic sigh, fumbling for the light switch and turning it on, the entire room flooding with brightness. “I’m sorry Ned but we’ve got to go.”
The skimpy silk of a few hours earlier was now replaced by jeans and a crisp white shirt and with her face scrubbed clean of the heavy make-up, Nancy looked a million miles away from Katerina.
“You enjoyed last night?” Ned whispered in her ear softly, her hand clutched tightly in his as the cab peeled away from the curb
“Definitely.” Nancy whispered, turning to face him as Ned cupped her chin in his hands and kissed her deeply. “It was the hottest sex we’ve had in ages. I am getting turned on just remembering you fucking me in the shower. We’ll have to do this again and soon.” she begged of him, brushing a hand teasingly over his crotch.
“As long as Katerina can come along.” Ned replied only half-jokingly, already deciding that Jenny was long overdue a sleepover at her grandparents before ringing the hotel to make another reservation for the following Saturday.
Recipient: ndnickerson
Fandom: Nancy Drew
Pairing/Characters:Nancy/Ned
Series: post Nancy Drew files
Word Count:1586
Rating:NC-17
Prompt: roleplay, pearls
“Ma’am, what would like to drink?”
Her lips painted a deep red, Nancy graced the bartender with an inviting smile before immediately deciding on a mojito. His eyes were her on, Nancy knew, had barely left her since she had walked into the famously expensive restaurant five minutes earlier and had sat at the bar. Nancy wore a single string of pearls on her neck and her blue, silk dress was cut dangerously low, revealing the teasing glimpse of her pert breasts that strained against the tight material.
“Your drink, Ma’am.”
Accepting her cocktail with a smile, Nancy stirred it with her straw before taking a drink, distantly aware of the effect she was having on the handsome bartender. He couldn’t stop staring at her and that knowledge made Nancy feel strangely turned on and surprised by the power that a skimpy, low-cut dress and some red lipstick could afford her.
Philippe’s was quietly bustling, the waiting staff discreetly moving amongst the candlelit tables and the tinkling music from the piano drifting slowly into the air.
“Katrina, I presume?” a voice murmured softly from behind her and gazing tentatively around, Nancy found herself looking into a pair of warm brown eyes.
“Yes,” Nancy smiled nervously, goose pimple rising on her bare arms, when he took a seat beside her and rested a hand lightly on the exposed skin of her thigh.
He was possibly the most gorgeous guy Nancy had ever seen, all smoldering dark looks and a body that promised to be a perfect combination of hard muscle and tanned skin beneath his staid blue shirt and tie.
“You’ve exceeded all my expectations, Katerina.” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “When I told them to send me a girl, I expected her to be hot but nothing like this. You really are quite exquisite.”
His fingers started edging up Nancy’s thigh and climbed towards the hem of her dress which covered what little modesty she still had intact. Nancy wasn’t wearing a bra and her cheeks flushed when she looked down and realized her nipples were erect, the twin peaks peeking through the thin silk. He had noticed this too and his dark eyes now bore into her chest, his hands creeping over the thin silk and brushing lightly against her bare breasts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” he murmured dangerously, tracing a finger down her cheek and letting it rest finally on her crotch. Nancy on her part could barely breath. She had never done anything like this before and the sheer illicitness of the act, made her suddenly want him all the harder.
“Your table is ready.” the maitre d informed them brightly, her pretty face alight with a smile as she directed them towards their table when he suddenly stopped.
“We’re actually not staying for dinner.” he informed her matter-of-factly, ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne to go before tipping the immaculately dressed woman generously. “I’ve just realized there’s somewhere more important we need to be.”
The second Nancy slid into the cab, his hands were on her, his movements rough and forceful barely restraining himself from ripping the thin silk from her body outright. Despite herself, Nancy couldn’t help but respond, pulling herself on to his lap, her long legs askew and her crotch burning as she felt the outline of his hard cock move against her.
“I can’t wait to feel myself inside of you,” he whispered harshly, pressing his lips against her neck, the feel of his stubble deliciously rough against her skin. “See how it feels to fuck a girl who can charge five hundred dollars a night.”
“You can’t even imagine.” Nancy promised him in a heated whisper, taking his hand in hers and placing his hand inside her silk panties.
He exhaled a sigh of frustration as his fingers explored the soft, velvety flesh and Nancy could tell he was seriously struggling to hold on. “You shave?” he demanded harshly and Nancy nodded in answer, her eyes squeezed shut in utter ecstasy as he pushed her underwear to one side, his fingers edging into the soft flesh.
“That will be fifteen dollars, Sir.” the cab driver muttered in exasperation, when he pulled the car to a sudden halt and Nancy was too turned on to even care.
Stepping impatiently out of the cab, Nancy was impressed to find herself in front of The Fairmont Hotel, a boutique hotel favored by the wealthier and more famous residents of Chicago. A uniformed doorman pulled the heavy glass doors open for them with a grand flourish and Nancy stepped inside the welcoming warmth.
He had booked them a suite, the rooms immaculately decorated in elegant blues and silver and
fragranced with the sweet scent of lilies that emanated from an elaborate arrangement of flowers that graced the hall. Nancy had barely time to appreciate her surroundings when his hands were on the thin piece of ribbon that tied around her neck.
Fumbling with the knot, the dress suddenly came undone, Nancy standing naked and exposed against the papered wall, her silk panties and impossibly high stiletto shoes her only cover.
“I think you should take those off.” he commanded, gesturing towards the blue silk panties and Nancy had no option but to obey.
“You’re paying.” she shrugged, inching down the panties slowly and deliberately and enjoying the feel of his eyes following her every movement. “What about the shoes?”
“No, leave those on.” he replied heatedly, pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply.
He smelled good, Nancy considered, enjoying the feel of his tongue pushing into her mouth and his cock pressing against her thigh.
“It’s so warm in here,” Nancy murmured, her fingers starting to work on the first of the buttons of his shirt. “I think we need to get you out of all these clothes.”
Mumbling something in agreement, he allowed Nancy to rip the shirt from his body and pull off his trousers before hoisting her up in his arms and pressing her against the wall.
“I am going to fuck you so hard.”
His stubble grazed against her skin and Nancy moaned in response.
“Fuck me now.” she pleaded and he growled in anticipation, throwing her down on the bed and pinning her hands against the headboard.
Her blue eyes gazing into his, Nancy screamed in ecstasy when he first thrust inside her, his fingers tracing gently along her inner thigh.
“You are gorgeous.” she murmured, pressing her lips to his, her eyes squeezed shut in contentment as he fucked her long and deep.
“You say that to all your clients.” he teased her lightly, before pulling out and motioning her to get on top.
His cock was fabulously hard as Nancy climbed on top of him and carefully guided him inside of her.
“That feels so good.” he murmured eagerly, as Nancy started to stride up and down his cock, her red-gold hair pulled free of it’s bun and trailing teasingly along his chest.
Nancy purposefully stalled, almost bringing him to climax several times before stopping and pressing her lips to his.
“You are cruel.” he groaned and Nancy merely smiled, running her tongue over his nipple and pressing a finger under his balls under she allowed him finally to come.
“My turn now.” she pouted with blood red lips, her hair falling in an enchanting tangle over her shoulder as she gazed at him sweetly.
--
The vague buzz of her cellphone permeated Nancy’s dreams as she turned over unhappily on the bed, her sleep interrupted. Lying naked in the bed, her clothes slung in an untidy tangle on the floor, her blue eyes sprung open to wakefulness and widened when she realized where she was.
Placing a tentative foot on the soft carpeted floor, Nancy fumbled for her bag and rummaged for her cellphone.
“Hannah?” she greeted the woman, rubbing a hand sleepily over her eyes. “How’s everything?”
Sliding her cell phone closed, Nancy was about to reach for her clothes when she heard a voice mumble sleepily in the darkness.
“What’s going on, babe?”
“Jenny’s got a stomach bug and she’s crying for her daddy.” Nancy informed him with an apologetic sigh, fumbling for the light switch and turning it on, the entire room flooding with brightness. “I’m sorry Ned but we’ve got to go.”
The skimpy silk of a few hours earlier was now replaced by jeans and a crisp white shirt and with her face scrubbed clean of the heavy make-up, Nancy looked a million miles away from Katerina.
“You enjoyed last night?” Ned whispered in her ear softly, her hand clutched tightly in his as the cab peeled away from the curb
“Definitely.” Nancy whispered, turning to face him as Ned cupped her chin in his hands and kissed her deeply. “It was the hottest sex we’ve had in ages. I am getting turned on just remembering you fucking me in the shower. We’ll have to do this again and soon.” she begged of him, brushing a hand teasingly over his crotch.
“As long as Katerina can come along.” Ned replied only half-jokingly, already deciding that Jenny was long overdue a sleepover at her grandparents before ringing the hotel to make another reservation for the following Saturday.