Two of a Kind [1-4/4] (Ian/Nikki, NC-17)
Posted for the numb3rs100 Rewind Series for September: Fantasy, Handcuffs, Midnight, Naked...
Title: Two of a Kind
Pairing/Characters: Ian Edgerton/Nikki Betancourt
Rating: PG-13/NC-17 (implied adult situations, kink)
Word Count: 200 x 4
Summary: He was the adrenaline rush she needed...
Spoilers: 5.01 - High Exposure
Notes/Warnings: I'm always in awe of those who can complete the Rewind challenge every month for numb3rs100. I've tried, and failed a couple times. But not today. I wanted to get this to 100 x 4 word count, but beggars can't be choosers. Nikki/Ian is my new favorite pairing so I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. OMG YAY! I finished a rewind! *squees* (Thanks as always to my wonderful beta, julietm, whose approval made this possible.)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Midnight:
Nikki sipped her cocktail, alone in a quiet corner. A throw back to her LAPD days and law school nights, she needed the time to digest the day before she could sleep.
Her first FBI case left her numb. Math? Science of diamonds? Databases? No car chases. No shots fired… at her. Storming a house was the most action she’d seen, leaving her adrenaline stagnant.
She needed release.
And I want him to give it to me, she thought… his image flashing through her mind. Just the thought of the smug stranger caused blood to surge through her veins. Yes. She could use some of him.
She downed the last of her drink, the liquid warming her like he had, before she stood to make the one block walk to her apartment.
“Leaving already?” his voice carried from behind her. She turned as he checked his watch. “Midnight? Afraid you’ll turn into a pumpkin?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “More afraid of others turning into dogs and rats.”
“I believe it was mice,” he smirked, his hand inviting her to join him.
“Still just a rodent,” she quipped before she let him buy her a drink.
Naked:
She wasn’t drunk… just drunk enough not to care about protocol as his hands slid over her skin, hurriedly peeling away her clothes. Even in his frenzy, his movements were stealthy… his hands, steady. She knew these hands could kill. These same hands, caressing the curve of her breast, could take a shot from 1000 yards and never miss. The third best sniper in the world had her in his sights.
Her fingers were clumsy beneath his clothes, stumbling back as he moved her effortlessly toward her bedroom. An expert tracker, he knew the way without being told. She didn’t know how, and she was too distracted by his mouth closing over hers to care.
She could taste the beer on his tongue as they tangled, drinking him in more readily than the cocktail. She wanted this. She needed this.
Her knees hit the bed and she tumbled back, tight curls pooling around her as her cool satin sheets slipped beneath her bare skin. She felt his hands sliding down her legs, removing what was left of her discretion.
She watched him study his mark… focusing his gaze, hands on the trigger… only a breath of hesitation before he attacked.
Handcuffs:
Her arms were bound above her head, forcing her full breasts forward as her chest heaved beneath him… welcoming the weight of him as he collapsed against her in finality.
She’d lost control of the situation. She never lost control of the situation… but she’d be damned if she wasn’t smiling about it.
As though he sensed the reaction, he raised his head - smiling victoriously in return.
“Like that, did you?” he managed through labored breaths.
She breathed deeply - the smell of good sex and the scent of his cologne filling her senses. One long leg wrapped about him as she arched slightly beneath him - drawing a groan from his tired body and easing that smug, proud smile off his lips.
“I did…” she answered, tugging at her bonds and arching once more into him. “Now I want my turn.”
Despite his exhaustion his hands were already on the cuffs, freeing her as he winked. “Over achiever.”
She shifted her weight, using her leg around him as leverage until she had him pinned to the bed. The sounds of heavy breathing mingled with the clasping of cuffs around his wrists as she grinned. “You have no idea… but you will.”
Fantasy:
Morning’s light caressed and warmed her skin, easing her awake. Instinctively, she stretched… her movements languid, slipping about the sheets while she smiled. She felt delicious and she knew he was the reason, reaching for him.
Her eyes came open when she felt the empty space of the bed beside her.
She wasn’t actually surprised by his absence. She was surprised by her disappointment that he was gone.
He’d been the adrenaline rush she needed. He’d fulfilled her fantasies and then he’d left. She had to understand that, even if she looked around the room, searching for anything that meant he was still there.
The lack of evidence brought a scowl to her face as she slipped from the sheets.
She wondered why she cared, making her way into the kitchen.
She knew it was greed. She wanted more. She wanted to know he wouldn’t mind.
She tried to shake him from her thoughts, stopping when something caught her eye.
Out of place in her pristine apartment, the yellow rose lay against a note in his scribbled hand.
“Duty calls. I will be back.”
She didn’t know much about Agent Edgerton, but she knew he’d make it worth the wait.
Continued - Back to You>>
Title: Two of a Kind
Pairing/Characters: Ian Edgerton/Nikki Betancourt
Rating: PG-13/NC-17 (implied adult situations, kink)
Word Count: 200 x 4
Summary: He was the adrenaline rush she needed...
Spoilers: 5.01 - High Exposure
Notes/Warnings: I'm always in awe of those who can complete the Rewind challenge every month for numb3rs100. I've tried, and failed a couple times. But not today. I wanted to get this to 100 x 4 word count, but beggars can't be choosers. Nikki/Ian is my new favorite pairing so I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. OMG YAY! I finished a rewind! *squees* (Thanks as always to my wonderful beta, julietm, whose approval made this possible.)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Midnight:
Nikki sipped her cocktail, alone in a quiet corner. A throw back to her LAPD days and law school nights, she needed the time to digest the day before she could sleep.
Her first FBI case left her numb. Math? Science of diamonds? Databases? No car chases. No shots fired… at her. Storming a house was the most action she’d seen, leaving her adrenaline stagnant.
She needed release.
And I want him to give it to me, she thought… his image flashing through her mind. Just the thought of the smug stranger caused blood to surge through her veins. Yes. She could use some of him.
She downed the last of her drink, the liquid warming her like he had, before she stood to make the one block walk to her apartment.
“Leaving already?” his voice carried from behind her. She turned as he checked his watch. “Midnight? Afraid you’ll turn into a pumpkin?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “More afraid of others turning into dogs and rats.”
“I believe it was mice,” he smirked, his hand inviting her to join him.
“Still just a rodent,” she quipped before she let him buy her a drink.
Naked:
She wasn’t drunk… just drunk enough not to care about protocol as his hands slid over her skin, hurriedly peeling away her clothes. Even in his frenzy, his movements were stealthy… his hands, steady. She knew these hands could kill. These same hands, caressing the curve of her breast, could take a shot from 1000 yards and never miss. The third best sniper in the world had her in his sights.
Her fingers were clumsy beneath his clothes, stumbling back as he moved her effortlessly toward her bedroom. An expert tracker, he knew the way without being told. She didn’t know how, and she was too distracted by his mouth closing over hers to care.
She could taste the beer on his tongue as they tangled, drinking him in more readily than the cocktail. She wanted this. She needed this.
Her knees hit the bed and she tumbled back, tight curls pooling around her as her cool satin sheets slipped beneath her bare skin. She felt his hands sliding down her legs, removing what was left of her discretion.
She watched him study his mark… focusing his gaze, hands on the trigger… only a breath of hesitation before he attacked.
Handcuffs:
Her arms were bound above her head, forcing her full breasts forward as her chest heaved beneath him… welcoming the weight of him as he collapsed against her in finality.
She’d lost control of the situation. She never lost control of the situation… but she’d be damned if she wasn’t smiling about it.
As though he sensed the reaction, he raised his head - smiling victoriously in return.
“Like that, did you?” he managed through labored breaths.
She breathed deeply - the smell of good sex and the scent of his cologne filling her senses. One long leg wrapped about him as she arched slightly beneath him - drawing a groan from his tired body and easing that smug, proud smile off his lips.
“I did…” she answered, tugging at her bonds and arching once more into him. “Now I want my turn.”
Despite his exhaustion his hands were already on the cuffs, freeing her as he winked. “Over achiever.”
She shifted her weight, using her leg around him as leverage until she had him pinned to the bed. The sounds of heavy breathing mingled with the clasping of cuffs around his wrists as she grinned. “You have no idea… but you will.”
Fantasy:
Morning’s light caressed and warmed her skin, easing her awake. Instinctively, she stretched… her movements languid, slipping about the sheets while she smiled. She felt delicious and she knew he was the reason, reaching for him.
Her eyes came open when she felt the empty space of the bed beside her.
She wasn’t actually surprised by his absence. She was surprised by her disappointment that he was gone.
He’d been the adrenaline rush she needed. He’d fulfilled her fantasies and then he’d left. She had to understand that, even if she looked around the room, searching for anything that meant he was still there.
The lack of evidence brought a scowl to her face as she slipped from the sheets.
She wondered why she cared, making her way into the kitchen.
She knew it was greed. She wanted more. She wanted to know he wouldn’t mind.
She tried to shake him from her thoughts, stopping when something caught her eye.
Out of place in her pristine apartment, the yellow rose lay against a note in his scribbled hand.
“Duty calls. I will be back.”
She didn’t know much about Agent Edgerton, but she knew he’d make it worth the wait.
Continued - Back to You>>