"Tease", Baccano! NaNoWriMo response
...I had to write this one right away. SOMEONE IS PSYCHIC. *peers over at aeris_888*
Character(s)/Pairing: Nicholas/Rachel
Genre: Romance
Rating: Anything, although I wouldn't mind some Hot Wild Night of Romp.
Prompt: For some reason he always looks forward for their nights of ripping each other's throats. (AKA, when Rachel pwns him hard)
Title: Tease
Pairing: Nicholas/Rachel Rachel/Nicholas >D
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content (but not blatantly pornographic. I kept it tasteful. :3); Nicholas getting pwned repeatedly in violent, though humorous, ways.
Wordcount: 2003
Total Progress: 10726/50000 = 21.45% complete
He was often accused of ignorance when his superiors lectured him about his shameless habit of crossing the line, but if Nicholas Wayne lacked something essential in his personal and business conduct, it certainly wasn't intelligence. He knew exactly where the lines were drawn. It was just that he found toeing them, stepping upon them, and eventually throwing himself over them especially exciting. It didn't matter how much trouble he had dropped into upon landing, or maybe it was really the trouble that he craved so much, because despite all the lessons he was forced to sit through, none of them ever really convinced him to stop. Nicholas once jokingly diagnosed himself with social claustrophobia, but no one else thought that was particularly funny.
It really was a troubling condition, though, regarding his career. He was much too impatient to wait to be granted clearance to the top secret files, and in the end, it only seemed that his efforts to gather information through other means only ended up delaying his promotion. Even Elean, who had the unenviable tendency to drop sensitive information without an ounce of tact, had beaten him to the punch, and now, even Rachel seemed to be quickly gaining the director's favor. It was nearly enough to drive him to depression.
But, putting bitterness aside, he really was genuinely glad to have her back, relatively unharmed. He had missed the opportunity to shamelessly tease her while she busily attempted to finish her assignments, often forcing the both of them into unreasonable amounts of overtime. Nicholas knew that it was increasingly immature of him to continue to poke and prod like an infatuated child, but he was addicted to her hostile glares, and Rachel sold them in bulk.
He hadn't really thought about what he would do should she ever snap and retaliate until after he was allowed to sit in during her report to the director about the mysterious events on board the transcontinental train, the Flying Pussyfoot. If her story was true, or even if it was only partially correct and riddled with exaggeration, it was well within the range of her ability to kick his ass up and down the street. Repeatedly. Leg wound or no leg wound.
However, by the time he was granted such a realization, it was already far too late. The final domino had been placed and Nicholas had already unknowingly tipped it into action.
Coming home after a long day at the office updating the files on Vino and the Nebula Corporation, Nicholas knew something was wrong the moment he attempted to push his key into the lock of his apartment door, only to have the door give way, slowly sliding open before him. He was not allowed even a moment to react appropriately before a hand darted out of the opening, grabbing him by his necktie and pulling him inside. The left side of his face impacted with a loud smack against the door, and before he managed to fully regain his senses following the bright explosion of stars in his eyes, Nicholas found himself pressed up against the wall of his entryway, the wall cooling his inflamed skin soothingly. One arm had been pulled behind his back and a knee strategically placed between his legs. The door, having slammed against the wall, rebounded and slowly creaked closed of its own accord, leaving Nicholas and his assailant in complete darkness. There was a moment or two where his mind was overwhelmed in primal fear and panic, but it quickly became manageable once he identified a pair of breasts pressing up against his back. Oh. Well, he was fine with that, then.
It made his face hurt even more, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling as he said, "I don't have any money on me, but my wallet is in my pants somewhere if you want to see for yourself."
His arm was twisted painfully in response, and Nicholas bit his lip to prevent an audible gasp. "Shut up," the woman behind him raged. "For once in your life, would you just shut up?"
Nicholas recognized the voice immediately and his lips slipped free from his teeth. She should have known very well that telling someone like him to be silent could only have the opposite effect. "Rachel?" he asked, in disbelief. "Why are you assaulting me in my apartment at this time of night? We have an office building and paid breaks for exactly this type of situ--EY!"
"What did I just say?!" Rachel shouted at him, raising the knee of her injured leg. "What did I just say? I've had it with your sarcastic remarks, Nicholas. You can shut up or I can shut you up."
She could scream at him as much as she wanted, but it wouldn't work. Nicholas was starting to get a thrill at the spectacular turn of events, though the position of her leg was beginning to make him a little uncomfortable. "What kind of pain medication did the doctor prescribe?" he asked in curiosity. "Do you even know what your leg is doing?"
Rachel shifted her knee with precision, and Nicholas suddenly went from slight discomfort to becoming a little too comfortable with the situation. "I know exactly what I'm doing," Rachel hissed in his ear. "Something I should have done months ago. You're going to learn, one way or the other, which one of us has the upper hand."
Nicholas, quickly recognizing the scope of his current situation, couldn't help but dig himself deeper. "Oh, I see," he forced out, attempting to mask the shiver of lust with his continued impertinence. "Before class begins, though, you're going to have to tell me which title you prefer, Teacher; Mistress; Princess; Empress; Your Royal Highness, my Qu--EEAHH!"
Having heard quite enough out of him, Rachel jammed her knees directly into Nicholas' hamstrings and leaned back as his legs collapsed from underneath him, pulling them both off balance. She twisted as they fell together so he hit the floor first and she landed on top. Wasting no time at all and not allowing him a moment to turn the tide, Rachel secured his back to the floor, straddling his waist and pinning his shoulders with her hands. "I though I told you to shut up," she reminded him, "but it doesn't matter. You're not going to have very many opportunities to speak any more."
In the darkness of his apartment, Nicholas' eyes were beginning to adjust, but he could still just barely see anything other than the vague outline of the woman on top of him. He wondered how long she had been laying in wait and if she could see any better. "How is my face holding up?" he asked. "I think you gave me a black eye back there."
Rachel, living up to her earlier threats of forcefully shutting him up if he failed to do so on his own, bent over to cover his mouth and kept his tongue skillfully occupied. Nicholas attempted to reach up and wrap his arms around her, but she immediately slid her hands from his shoulders down to his wrists at the first sign of movement and proceeded to kneel on his fingers to free up her hands to start pulling open his jacket, and, if that wasn't enough pain already, nipped his lower lip to enforce the lesson. She enjoyed his pained struggles and muffled pleas for a little longer than necessary before taking away most of the pressure, settling more of her weight on his midsection, but still denied him of any worthwhile movement.
She made short work of his clothing, not bothering to actually remove anything beyond his tie, unbuttoning his jacket, vest, and shirt, and unclasping his suspenders, but cruelly, only removed her coat, leaving her shirt where it was. Nicholas could barely stand not being able to touch her when she pushed the layers of fabric aside to softly trail the tips of her fingers across his exposed chest, inviting tremors everywhere they went. Soon enough, her hands reached his increasingly uncomfortable pants and blessedly undid them, only lowering them along with his underwear as much as necessary before kicking off her boots and undoing her pants. Nicholas had no idea how she managed it due to her shifting body overloading his senses, but, without even freeing his hands for a moment, Rachel removed her pants and underwear, leaving only the bandages and stockings covering her legs.
Rachel finally broke the kiss to position herself, but she might as well have literally left him tongue-tied. Despite being provided a precious moment to tease her again, Nicholas found himself trapped within her raw stare, what little light in the room reflecting from her eyes. She reacted unexpectedly to the sudden connection, shifting her weight in an unplanned maneuver, causing her leg wound to flare up and her balance to fail. Nicholas' head swam in bliss as he sunk partially into her, but quickly regained control once he felt himself tear through something and heard her cry out. Her knees had changed position, allowing his instinctive rush to catch her by the waist before she fell any further. "Don't touch me!" she screamed at him, the pain reaching her voice. "You aren't supposed to touch me!"
"Shut up!" he shouted back, surprising both of them, but Nicholas recovered first. "You idiot," he said, softly. "You idiot. Why didn't you say anything? I could have done something to make it easier on you."
Rachel's eyes flashed in anger, and she overpowered him, pushing herself the rest of the way down. "It doesn't matter," she grit out in stubborn refusal to submit to discomfort, "because you're not the one in charge, here. Take your hands off of me."
Nicholas steeled himself, and maybe it was because he was being completely serious instead of his usual teasing remarks because, when he replied with a firm "No", Rachel did not remove his hands for him. They continued to stare at each other for a long moment, battling for control, but eventually, Nicholas offered a small compromise. "You need to keep your weight off that leg. I won't move my hands from this spot." Rachel continued to glare at him for a moment longer before accepting his rare good sense, answering with a slight dip of her head.
They began to move together, Nicholas lifting her with his arms, and Rachel rolling on her uninjured leg. At one point, they switched positions, Rachel leaning over his chest so they could resume kissing again, but Nicholas kept his promise and kept his hands on her waist, no matter how often he was tempted to move them elsewhere. They achieved a mutual climax there together, on the floor, Nicholas arriving first and Rachel following moments later, and, after resting in the entryway for a long while, made their way to his bedroom, where they continued their activities for a second and third time before Rachel finally allowed Nicholas a turn on top. They fell asleep in exhaustion, their bodies tightly coiled together, but when Nicholas awoke the next morning, Rachel was nowhere to be found.
He was a little hesitant to return to the office after seeing he did, indeed, sport a rather sizable black eye, but prepared a likely story in moments, not wanting to lose the opportunity to speak with Rachel as soon as possible about what last night had meant to her, about what it meant for them. Nicholas felt like an idiot when he remembered that the director had granted her two weeks leave for recovery, but quickly found that it would not be considered a one night stand, and he would come to hold a special value in their nights of tearing out each others throats in their passionate, silly arguments.
Rachel appeared at his apartment again that night, this time choosing to announce her presence with a knock on the proper side of the door.
"Planning to hitch a free ride again?" he asked, and doubled over in pain when Rachel punched him in the stomach before stepping inside.
Character(s)/Pairing: Nicholas/Rachel
Genre: Romance
Rating: Anything, although I wouldn't mind some Hot Wild Night of Romp.
Prompt: For some reason he always looks forward for their nights of ripping each other's throats. (AKA, when Rachel pwns him hard)
Title: Tease
Pairing: Nicholas/Rachel Rachel/Nicholas >D
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content (but not blatantly pornographic. I kept it tasteful. :3); Nicholas getting pwned repeatedly in violent, though humorous, ways.
Wordcount: 2003
Total Progress: 10726/50000 = 21.45% complete
He was often accused of ignorance when his superiors lectured him about his shameless habit of crossing the line, but if Nicholas Wayne lacked something essential in his personal and business conduct, it certainly wasn't intelligence. He knew exactly where the lines were drawn. It was just that he found toeing them, stepping upon them, and eventually throwing himself over them especially exciting. It didn't matter how much trouble he had dropped into upon landing, or maybe it was really the trouble that he craved so much, because despite all the lessons he was forced to sit through, none of them ever really convinced him to stop. Nicholas once jokingly diagnosed himself with social claustrophobia, but no one else thought that was particularly funny.
It really was a troubling condition, though, regarding his career. He was much too impatient to wait to be granted clearance to the top secret files, and in the end, it only seemed that his efforts to gather information through other means only ended up delaying his promotion. Even Elean, who had the unenviable tendency to drop sensitive information without an ounce of tact, had beaten him to the punch, and now, even Rachel seemed to be quickly gaining the director's favor. It was nearly enough to drive him to depression.
But, putting bitterness aside, he really was genuinely glad to have her back, relatively unharmed. He had missed the opportunity to shamelessly tease her while she busily attempted to finish her assignments, often forcing the both of them into unreasonable amounts of overtime. Nicholas knew that it was increasingly immature of him to continue to poke and prod like an infatuated child, but he was addicted to her hostile glares, and Rachel sold them in bulk.
He hadn't really thought about what he would do should she ever snap and retaliate until after he was allowed to sit in during her report to the director about the mysterious events on board the transcontinental train, the Flying Pussyfoot. If her story was true, or even if it was only partially correct and riddled with exaggeration, it was well within the range of her ability to kick his ass up and down the street. Repeatedly. Leg wound or no leg wound.
However, by the time he was granted such a realization, it was already far too late. The final domino had been placed and Nicholas had already unknowingly tipped it into action.
Coming home after a long day at the office updating the files on Vino and the Nebula Corporation, Nicholas knew something was wrong the moment he attempted to push his key into the lock of his apartment door, only to have the door give way, slowly sliding open before him. He was not allowed even a moment to react appropriately before a hand darted out of the opening, grabbing him by his necktie and pulling him inside. The left side of his face impacted with a loud smack against the door, and before he managed to fully regain his senses following the bright explosion of stars in his eyes, Nicholas found himself pressed up against the wall of his entryway, the wall cooling his inflamed skin soothingly. One arm had been pulled behind his back and a knee strategically placed between his legs. The door, having slammed against the wall, rebounded and slowly creaked closed of its own accord, leaving Nicholas and his assailant in complete darkness. There was a moment or two where his mind was overwhelmed in primal fear and panic, but it quickly became manageable once he identified a pair of breasts pressing up against his back. Oh. Well, he was fine with that, then.
It made his face hurt even more, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling as he said, "I don't have any money on me, but my wallet is in my pants somewhere if you want to see for yourself."
His arm was twisted painfully in response, and Nicholas bit his lip to prevent an audible gasp. "Shut up," the woman behind him raged. "For once in your life, would you just shut up?"
Nicholas recognized the voice immediately and his lips slipped free from his teeth. She should have known very well that telling someone like him to be silent could only have the opposite effect. "Rachel?" he asked, in disbelief. "Why are you assaulting me in my apartment at this time of night? We have an office building and paid breaks for exactly this type of situ--EY!"
"What did I just say?!" Rachel shouted at him, raising the knee of her injured leg. "What did I just say? I've had it with your sarcastic remarks, Nicholas. You can shut up or I can shut you up."
She could scream at him as much as she wanted, but it wouldn't work. Nicholas was starting to get a thrill at the spectacular turn of events, though the position of her leg was beginning to make him a little uncomfortable. "What kind of pain medication did the doctor prescribe?" he asked in curiosity. "Do you even know what your leg is doing?"
Rachel shifted her knee with precision, and Nicholas suddenly went from slight discomfort to becoming a little too comfortable with the situation. "I know exactly what I'm doing," Rachel hissed in his ear. "Something I should have done months ago. You're going to learn, one way or the other, which one of us has the upper hand."
Nicholas, quickly recognizing the scope of his current situation, couldn't help but dig himself deeper. "Oh, I see," he forced out, attempting to mask the shiver of lust with his continued impertinence. "Before class begins, though, you're going to have to tell me which title you prefer, Teacher; Mistress; Princess; Empress; Your Royal Highness, my Qu--EEAHH!"
Having heard quite enough out of him, Rachel jammed her knees directly into Nicholas' hamstrings and leaned back as his legs collapsed from underneath him, pulling them both off balance. She twisted as they fell together so he hit the floor first and she landed on top. Wasting no time at all and not allowing him a moment to turn the tide, Rachel secured his back to the floor, straddling his waist and pinning his shoulders with her hands. "I though I told you to shut up," she reminded him, "but it doesn't matter. You're not going to have very many opportunities to speak any more."
In the darkness of his apartment, Nicholas' eyes were beginning to adjust, but he could still just barely see anything other than the vague outline of the woman on top of him. He wondered how long she had been laying in wait and if she could see any better. "How is my face holding up?" he asked. "I think you gave me a black eye back there."
Rachel, living up to her earlier threats of forcefully shutting him up if he failed to do so on his own, bent over to cover his mouth and kept his tongue skillfully occupied. Nicholas attempted to reach up and wrap his arms around her, but she immediately slid her hands from his shoulders down to his wrists at the first sign of movement and proceeded to kneel on his fingers to free up her hands to start pulling open his jacket, and, if that wasn't enough pain already, nipped his lower lip to enforce the lesson. She enjoyed his pained struggles and muffled pleas for a little longer than necessary before taking away most of the pressure, settling more of her weight on his midsection, but still denied him of any worthwhile movement.
She made short work of his clothing, not bothering to actually remove anything beyond his tie, unbuttoning his jacket, vest, and shirt, and unclasping his suspenders, but cruelly, only removed her coat, leaving her shirt where it was. Nicholas could barely stand not being able to touch her when she pushed the layers of fabric aside to softly trail the tips of her fingers across his exposed chest, inviting tremors everywhere they went. Soon enough, her hands reached his increasingly uncomfortable pants and blessedly undid them, only lowering them along with his underwear as much as necessary before kicking off her boots and undoing her pants. Nicholas had no idea how she managed it due to her shifting body overloading his senses, but, without even freeing his hands for a moment, Rachel removed her pants and underwear, leaving only the bandages and stockings covering her legs.
Rachel finally broke the kiss to position herself, but she might as well have literally left him tongue-tied. Despite being provided a precious moment to tease her again, Nicholas found himself trapped within her raw stare, what little light in the room reflecting from her eyes. She reacted unexpectedly to the sudden connection, shifting her weight in an unplanned maneuver, causing her leg wound to flare up and her balance to fail. Nicholas' head swam in bliss as he sunk partially into her, but quickly regained control once he felt himself tear through something and heard her cry out. Her knees had changed position, allowing his instinctive rush to catch her by the waist before she fell any further. "Don't touch me!" she screamed at him, the pain reaching her voice. "You aren't supposed to touch me!"
"Shut up!" he shouted back, surprising both of them, but Nicholas recovered first. "You idiot," he said, softly. "You idiot. Why didn't you say anything? I could have done something to make it easier on you."
Rachel's eyes flashed in anger, and she overpowered him, pushing herself the rest of the way down. "It doesn't matter," she grit out in stubborn refusal to submit to discomfort, "because you're not the one in charge, here. Take your hands off of me."
Nicholas steeled himself, and maybe it was because he was being completely serious instead of his usual teasing remarks because, when he replied with a firm "No", Rachel did not remove his hands for him. They continued to stare at each other for a long moment, battling for control, but eventually, Nicholas offered a small compromise. "You need to keep your weight off that leg. I won't move my hands from this spot." Rachel continued to glare at him for a moment longer before accepting his rare good sense, answering with a slight dip of her head.
They began to move together, Nicholas lifting her with his arms, and Rachel rolling on her uninjured leg. At one point, they switched positions, Rachel leaning over his chest so they could resume kissing again, but Nicholas kept his promise and kept his hands on her waist, no matter how often he was tempted to move them elsewhere. They achieved a mutual climax there together, on the floor, Nicholas arriving first and Rachel following moments later, and, after resting in the entryway for a long while, made their way to his bedroom, where they continued their activities for a second and third time before Rachel finally allowed Nicholas a turn on top. They fell asleep in exhaustion, their bodies tightly coiled together, but when Nicholas awoke the next morning, Rachel was nowhere to be found.
He was a little hesitant to return to the office after seeing he did, indeed, sport a rather sizable black eye, but prepared a likely story in moments, not wanting to lose the opportunity to speak with Rachel as soon as possible about what last night had meant to her, about what it meant for them. Nicholas felt like an idiot when he remembered that the director had granted her two weeks leave for recovery, but quickly found that it would not be considered a one night stand, and he would come to hold a special value in their nights of tearing out each others throats in their passionate, silly arguments.
Rachel appeared at his apartment again that night, this time choosing to announce her presence with a knock on the proper side of the door.
"Planning to hitch a free ride again?" he asked, and doubled over in pain when Rachel punched him in the stomach before stepping inside.