Slip Sliding Away

[justcallmefee]

Fiona doesn't know how to do anything half way, and that's why she's carrying a quart of grapeseed oil in one hand, and a magnum of Cristal cradled in the other. Which leaves her no hands to either open the door or to fend off Ramon's hands. She's laughing though, so clearly she doesn't mind much

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[latino_menace]

'Yours.'

Always hers. He still can't think of his room as his alone and it'd feel weird to have someone else in there. Besides, he's not sure she'd like what she'd see.

Not that he's thinking too hard about that right now. He's too busy coming up behind her, sliding his hands around her to cup her breasts and kissing her neck.

She has her hands full, what does she expect?

[justcallmefee]

"Well come on then," she laughs, leading the way.

He'll have to stop fondling her long enough to get her key out of her pocket.

[latino_menace]

But he doesn't want to stop fondling her. He does very well actually, matching her stride for stride so he can keep his hands on her all the way. And anyway, he's helpful! When they get to the door and he sees her hands full, he starts searching for the key himself.

...OK, so it's probably not down the front of her pants. But he likes it down there.

[justcallmefee]

She's giggling and indignant, all at the same time. "Ramon! I swear to god if you make me drop this champagne!"

She still has elbows you know. She makes that fact known just about where his floating rib is. Not enough to do any serious damage, but enough to make her point.

[latino_menace]

'...ow.'

He withdraws his hand, looking hurt. Only, y'know, it's totally fake.

'Fine fine. Remind me not to touch you there all afternoon then, since you're so against it.'

He laughs wickedley and fishes the key out of her pocket. Once he's opened the door, he stands in her way with a smirk.

'Don't get past until you've kissed me. Even with your hands full.'

[justcallmefee]

Oh and kiss him she does. With a hungry growl in the back of her throat and a knee sliding up his inner thigh. She manages to hand him the oil so she can wrap one hand around his neck, and then, through some kind of reverse pick pocketing, she hands him the magnum of champagne as well, and backs him through the door. She never once stops kissing him, even as she closes the door behind her.

[latino_menace]

This is one of the many reasons why he likes her - she's talented. Though he is pretty miffed to find himself suddenly without the use of hands to grab her with. So as they move, he's mentally running through every available flat surface...the table is closest. He manouvers her that way, barely breaking lip contact and reaches to put the stuff down without looking what he's doing.

[justcallmefee]

Which is just how she wants it. He doesn't even see where the handcuffs came from, all he hears is the click and then the cold steel around one wrist. She has to break the kiss to snag his second arm behind his back, but she manages, just.

"Comfortable? Not too tight?"

She kissing and licking his ear now, hands turning him around so she can start undoing his shirt. There's a chair at the back of his knees like it was waiting for him.

[latino_menace]

'...Fi, what the fuck?'

He's not annoyed but definitely surprised and a bit put out by the idea of not being able to touch her.

'You want me to behave that badly?'

His control issues always kick in immediately when he feels steel around his wrists. He has to remind himself that this will be fun.

[justcallmefee]

She pushes him down in the chair and climbs into his lap, soothing his fears with a deep, soulful kiss. "Not gonna keep you there very long," she promises. "You trust me, don't you, baby?"

[latino_menace]

'Sure.'

And he does, when it comes to sex, at least. Even if this will be uncomfortable, leaning back on his arms like this - she'll make it worth it.

'What are you planning to do to me?'

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't answer, just smirks as she pushes up off his lap, moving passed him to the table behind him.

He might notice the chair, and the bed, are not in their usual places. In fact, it's almost like she planned this. The bed has been pulled into the middle of the floor, and the chair is where the occupant has a good view it. And the room is darker than usual, without the lamps lit.

From behind him, she purrs against his ear, "I'm gonna tie you up. And cover your head. And then I'm going to play it by ear. Any time you want it to stop, you tell me, and it stops. Okay?"

[latino_menace]

'...OK.'

Well. This sounds interesting, to say the least. It doesn't take him long to notice the new arrangements and for about half a second, he wonders if she got bored of her room. Then realisation dawns and he smirks to himself.

If she's planned it, it's bound to be good. He'll go with it. He does adjust the way he's sitting, so that his hands hang behind the chair - far more comfortable - and then he tilts his head to look up at her, a challenge in his eyes.

'Do your worst.'

Where 'worst' means 'best', obviously.

[justcallmefee]

She gives him a wicked smirk, kisses him again, and then slips a black cloth over his head.

Other handcuffs are deployed, locking the chain between his wrists to the cross bar on the chair. He feels her move around to his front, nuzzling at his neck through the cloth as her hands undo his jeans. "Wanna make sure you don't get all tangled up in there," she breathes, pushing his jeans over his hips. "Lift up."

[latino_menace]

He has never, in his life, submitted to something like this. Restrained, yes, once. But not blindfolded as well. He's not comfortable with it; some primal instinct screams that it's wrong to be this vulnerable, with anyone.

But he won't let it show and besides, it's not like there isn't something hot about it as well. He does as he's as asked, lifting up so she can pull his jeans far enough down.

'You always get me tangled up in there,' he mutters, trying to keep his breathing calm.

This had better be good.

[justcallmefee]

Once she gets his jeans down, she smooths her hands back up his thighs, up his chest, pushing up the hood just enough that she can kiss him, slow and deep.

"Gonna turn you inside out, love."

And then she kisses down his torso, hands pushing his thighs apart as her mouth descends. Her warm breath trails over his stomach, down to his rising cock.

"Just relax and let go."