Guy & Rebecca:TAC Chapter Two Rated NC-17
Guy & Rebecca: The Adventure Continues
~Chapter 2~
In our first installment, we found Guy and his time-traveling succubus companion enjoying champagne and choccies (and sexy time) in a luxurious London hotel suite. Guy is finding the 21st century both wonderful and bizarre. He's about to attend his first fashion show with Rebecca - featuring gorgeous scantily-clad women wearing angel's wings, of all things. And if he thought things were strange before, just wait and see what's in store for him next . . .
No copyright infringement intended; I do not own these characters nor do I make money from my writing. Rated NC-17 for adult language and sex. Thank you, Ladymuse, for your continued inspiration and support. Comments always welcome!!
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A huge horseless carriage - sleek and long and black - swept to a halt in front of the hotel. Guy eyed it with some trepidation.
“And these things don't, er - blow up on a regular basis, you say?” he rumbled to Rebecca as a man uniformed in black and white stepped out and opened the door for them.
“Hardly ever, darling,” she reassured him with an affectionate smile as she slid across the limousine's leather seat and patted the spot beside her.
Guy climbed in and looked around at the interior. “This has to be finer than anything the prince or King Richard ever rode in . . .”
Rebecca smiled indulgently as she pressed buttons and the starry night sky suddenly appeared above them.
“It's too chilly to open the moon roof but we can certainly enjoy the view.”
She placed a scarlet-tipped hand on his leather-clad knee.
“Of course, the view right beside me is the most beautiful in the universe,” Rebecca purred.
Guy tilted his head, flicking back his lustrous dark mane, freshly shampooed, conditioned and styled by his loving succubus. He gazed up at the dark velvet canopy of twinkling stars and gave a small nod of approval.
There was just enough of his blue-black beard stubble to further enhance that firm jawline, as he turned to smile at her. An appreciative gleam shown in his eyes as he took her small hand in his gloved one and kissed it.
She returned his smile as she stroked his jaw. “You really are looking luscious tonight, Guy. Those eyes - electric . . .”
*~*~*~*
It had been such fun dressing up her beautiful man for their big night out. Rebecca had encouraged him to wear some of her own kohl liner in a deep copper with a light stroke of jet black mascara on his thick, long lashes - touches that made his blue eyes even more amazing.
“On most men, cosmetics look silly or effeminate, but on you, Guy - oh, it just enhances what a very, very hot man you are,” she had told him as she applied the liner with a deft hand.
“Like your wonderful long locks do - framing those gorgeous cheekbones . . .” She had purred, running her fingers through his damp hair. “A little styling gel worked through there to tame those tresses, although of course, I never intend to tame YOU.”
It had felt so - pleasant. Rebecca touching his face, brushing his hair, helping him dress as he dealt with the unfamiliar fasteners, buttons and zippers in place of his customary laces.
~I haven't had anyone care for me like this in - ages. She may be a demon, but surely there is some angel in there, too?~
Wrapping the scarf around his neck, Rebecca had paused and cupped his face. “Oh, darling Guy - it's your love for me that brings out whatever good is in me . . .” She had murmured softly as she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. He'd given her one of those lop-sided smiles she found so endearing . . .
*~*~*~*
Now she kissed him again there in the limo, but deeply and passionately.
Guy groaned and slid his hand beneath her full-length fur coat, caressing her knee and moving up her stocking-clad thigh.
“You never did show me what you were wearing under that fur garment. You went in the bath chamber to change,” Guy chided as she pulled her mouth away.
She giggled and waggled a finger in his face. “You'll see when we get there. Suffice it to say, it's brief and red and hugs in all the right places . . .”
“Mmmmm. I do so like you in red . . .” He breathed as he nipped her
ear. “Jesu-you do smell delicious.”
“Lola by Marc Jacobs. I find it quite sexy and feminine . . .”
“Well, then, it is the perfect thing for you, Rebecca.”
“Oh, my gallant silver-tongued knight . . .” Rebecca laughed softly.
“It's going to be even more fun undressing you later and getting that hair and makeup all rumpled and smudged . . .”
Her gaze flickered down to Guy's crotch. Her dark brows rose. “Oooh. Down, big boy.” She leaned over and whispered in his ear:
“I promise to take care of what's just arisen a little later, darling.”
“I'll keep you to that promise,” Guy growled.
“You know I never get enough of you, Rebecca . . .”
*~*~*~*
Guy, Rebecca on his arm, strode into the large chamber. There were throngs of people milling about, chattering away. People with black and silver devices in their hands were making lights flash left and right (“Cameras, darling. They take an image of you . . .”).
Guy could feel curious eyes following them as they made his way through the crowd to the front seats.
“I think people are - staring at us,” he murmured to her.
Rebecca smiled as she looked up at her handsome knight.
“Of course they are, darling. Even amongst the “beautiful people,” we do make a very striking couple. Especially you . . .”
A stocky-built man with close-cropped white-blonde hair and a rather brightly-coloured shirt made eye contact with Guy, flashing him a huge grin as they walked past.
“Now that was some serious eye candy - I wonder if he likes to play with the boys, too,” Guy overheard the man say to his companion.
Rebecca laughed at Guy's look of consternation. “Was he suggesting what I think he was suggesting?” he whispered.
“Oh, yes, darling, there's many a male out there who would love to dally with a handsome stallion like you . . . such things are not done in secret these days. It's acceptable for men to enjoy the physical charms of other men . . .”
Guy, bemused, shrugged his broad shoulders.
21st century life would take some getting used to, obviously.
As they reached their seats, Rebecca unfastened her fur coat and Guy stepped behind her to help her slip out of it.
He gave a small appreciative gasp as he saw her near-naked back, her alabaster skin glowing with a soft gold shimmer from one of her many concoctions.
She chuckled at the sound he made. “Wait until you see the rest.”
Rebecca did a little pirouette for him. Her dress was indeed very red and very revealing. The halter top plunged in the front to her waist, offering Guy a tantalising glimpse of her round, ripe breasts.
He raised an elegant dark brow as he tilted his head.
“How do your breasts stay so -” Guy made a cupping movement with his hands.
“High? Perky? A bit of magic . . .” she teased. “Actually, a little trick called double stick tape.”
Guy's lips curled into a very appreciative smile of yet another modern wonder.
The rest of the frock fit her like one of Guy's leather gloves - very snugly.
It was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings and the suspender that held them in place.
Guy licked his lips, then crinkled his brow.
“Won't you get a little - chilled in that, Rebecca?”
She gave him one of her saucy dimpled smiles. “No worries, my love. I'll toss this coat across both our laps and we'll stay nice and cozy.”
Guy sat down, folding one long, lean leather-clad leg over his knee.
He gripped the tips of his gloves between his teeth and pulled them off.
He heard an exclamation, “Oh my God, that is so frickin' hot.”
A tall, willowy suntanned blonde in pink, with an entourage of camera people taking her image, stopped in front of Guy.
She flicked back her very long tresses and stretched out her hand to shake his.
“Hi, I'm London St. Regis, although you probably already know that.
I love your look. God, you really are rockin' the leather,” she said in a peculiar drawl Guy could not place.
He rose to his feet and lifted her hand gallantly for a kiss. “Thank you, London St. Regis. You are really rocking the, uh - hair. And the pink.”
London giggled. “Oh, and a British accent, too, oh wow. That's so - huge! Are you like a lord or something?”
Rebecca stood up. “He's a knight - my knight in buttery black leather, as a matter of fact,” she cooed as she linked her arm in his and glanced up at Guy.
London blinked her baby blue eyes and tossed back the hair once again. “You'd better hold on to him tight, hon - because he is most def a keeper.”
Rebecca smiled. “Oh, don't worry. I'm taking very good care of Sir Guy. I think the show is about to begin. You'd better find your seat, hon.” There was the slightest edge to her voice and a flash in Rebecca's own blue-violet eyes that caused London to take a step back.
There was an odd whimpering sound. Suddenly a head shot up from the (pink, naturally) handbag over London's shoulder. The head of a long-snouted, bewhiskered creature . . .
“Jesu - that's the biggest rat I've ever seen,” Guy exclaimed. “Even the sheriff's dungeon rats were nothing to compare with that!”
London giggled. “Well, her name is Ratatouille, but she's a miniature asthma hound chihuahua. Terribly pricey.” She lifted the tiny dog - dressed in a pink sequined sweater - and kissed her on the nose. “Issums jess mummy's precious, yesssss . . . .”
Glanced back up at Guy and gave him a coquettish smile, fluttering her long (fake) eyelashes at him.
“See you later, Sir Guy . . .”
As they sat down again, Guy gave Rebecca a puzzled look. “Why did she assume I would know her? And what kind of pitiful excuse for a dog was that?”
Rebecca smirked. “ First of all, London is famous for being - London. She's an American hotel heiress with lots of money who gets paid just to show up at events.”
Rebecca gave a little sigh.
“I admit she's very pretty - although of course she wears special lenses to make her brown eyes blue - and that hair is all extensions, my dear. And the tan? Sprayed on. Not to mention a few surgeries to change her nose.”
Rebecca gave him a mischievous smile. “And miniature pets - dogs, even pigs - are quite the rage among the rich and famous - even if they do seem rather pitiful excuses.”
Guy shook his head in wonderment. “Jesu. What a strange world. I must say, she was on the skinny side for my taste - and did you notice the size of her feet? As big as a man's! They were bigger than that ridiculous dog!”
Rebecca laughed. “Oh, I do so love you, darling Guy.”
Music started pounding through the speakers as multi-coloured spotlights sprayed a dazzling light across the stage.
“It's showtime,” she said with a smile and tossed the coat across both their laps. “Enjoy, darling . . .”
Guy's eyes widened as three lovely wenches wearing the very angel wings Rebecca had spoken of strutted onto the stage.
Angel wings and not much else, Guy eagerly noted.
Delicious creations of satin and lace and velvet and ribbon doing amazing things for their supple breasts; more bits of fabric covering their sex but leaving their high, round arses nearly bare.
And those long, shapely legs sporting high heels . . . they pouted and strutted and posed, flaring their nostrils and tossing back their manes like thoroughbreds to the driving beat of the music. Soon more models - pale-skinned, golden brown, black as ebony, yellow-haired, raven-haired, red-headed, all strikingly beautiful - joined them.
“God's tears,” Guy breathed. He felt himself hardening as he looked at the beautiful, near-naked women flaunting themselves on the catwalk.
Rebecca's teasing voice sounded in his ear. “Now aren't you glad I brought my long coat?”
He sighed. “Oh, yes, I am . . .”
He felt Rebecca's warm hand stroke his arm and then slide across his leg to cup his erection.
“And does this feel good?”
“Oh . . . yes.”
Rebecca deftly eased down the zipper to Guy's leathers and wrapped her fingers around his swelling cock.
“And this?'
Guy closed his eyes and muttered an oath under his breath.
A soft laugh. “I thought so.”
Her fingers continued to stroke and knead his shaft, pausing only to remove something from her beaded purse that she slipped beneath the cover of the coat.
“Wha-what's that?” he murmured as something new touched his cock.
Her voice sounded in his head. ~Shhhh, darling. Let nature take its course. Think of how much you want to fuck me right now. Think of how much those women would love to fuck you, my big, beautiful, virile black stallion. Think of how good those lovely tits would feel in your hands, how sweet to suck those nipples, cup those ripe, firm arses, slide your fingers into their pussies and discover how wet they are for you, dripping for you, how good it would feel to ride them all night . . .~
Guy was feeling very warm indeed. Images of bare, smooth female flesh filled his mind. He could even smell the musky odor of sex and taste his cum on their tongues . . .
“Jesu, Rebecca. I'm going to come,” he gasped, struggling to maintain his composure.
In his head, Guy heard her soothing, indulgent voice once more.
~I know, darling, don't worry. That's why I put a little 'glove' on your lovely cock. We don't want to make a mess~
With a stifled groan, Guy came, eyes closed and breathing hard.
“That was - as London St. Whatever would say - frickin' huge,” Guy rumbled.
He lifted the coat almost fearfully to take a peek. His brow furrowed. He WAS wearing a sort of glove . . . into which his seed had neatly spilled.
Rebecca, still gazing up at the models on the catwalk, nonchalantly slipped a hankie out of her purse and passed it to Guy.
~That, my love, is called a condom - a form of birth control - which, as you can see, has other practical uses. Just slide the condom off and wrap it in this handkerchief~
Guy glanced around him furtively and then did as Rebecca said.
She turned her head and gave him a dazzling dimpled smile before leaning in to kiss him. As their lips met, Rebecca slid her hand back under the coat to take the bundled material from his hand and tuck it inside her purse.
“Ever been jerked off in the middle of hundreds of people before, darling?” She whispered huskily in his ear.
Guy sighed and wryly shook his head, give her his lop-sided grin. “Life has certainly changed since you came into it, Rebecca . . .”
A soft laugh. “And there is so much more to experience together, darling. The adventure has really just begun . . .”
Suddenly there was a loud ruckus on the catwalk. One of the models had thrown out her arms and frozen in mid-stride. Glassy-eyed, she opened her heavily-lipsticked mouth wide and emitted an ear-splitting scream.
“Watch out! She is ready to explode . . .” A man's voice shouted.
“Everyone, cover your noses, it's gonna be toxic!”
A tall, dashing figure in a military great coat appeared on the stage, brandishing a very large weapon. He snatched a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it over his movie-star handsome face.
The model's shrieking died away, only to be replaced by the most noxious fumes any human ever had the misfortune to smell.
It was emanating from her posh posterior, it seemed.
“An alien stinkbomb . . .” Rebecca murmured as she nodded her head. “That's what Jack's up to, then, here in London.”
Guy, pinching his magnificent nose, raised a quizzical brow at Rebecca's words. “You know that fellow?”
She smiled. “Oh, yes, indeed.” ~I was wondering when he'd show up~
The alien masquerading as a model suddenly levitated several feet off the runway. Spinning, faster and faster, the creature was releasing not only the putrid scent but a sticky black substance with it across the horrified troupe of undie-wearing angels and into the audience. Pandemonium ensued.
“Oh . . . shit. It's a slimer, too.” The man named Jack said as he made adjustments to his weapon. “I hate it when a monkey wrench gets thrown in the works, I really do.”
Guy tossed Rebecca's coat to her. “I think your friend could use some assistance . . .”
“Guy . . .” Rebecca, who was wiping the gooey mess from her face, reached out an arm to restrain him. But her dark knight was already climbing onto the runway and striding, fists clinched tight, toward the stinking, spinning slime monster.
“Hey, big fella - watch out!” Jack called. ~And where have you been all my life, Tall, Dark and Toothsome?~
Guy, his face like thunder, grabbed the alien by its legs. “That's enough of that, now. Come 'ere!” He roared, and wrestled it to the floor, ignoring the stench and the slime.
Jack raced over and pressing the tip of the weapon into the alien, pulled the trigger. The creature went limp in the clutches of Guy, whose black leather and silk was now thoroughly coated in alien muck.
Jack breathed a huge sigh of relief and reached out a hand to Guy.
“Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness. Torchwood. That was very brave. Stupid, but brave.” A gleaming, dimpled smile flashed at Guy from a goo-streaked face.
Guy smirked. “You weren't getting very far on your own,” he growled in those rich, chocolate tones.
Jack's blue eyes widened with appreciation as he helped Guy to his feet. “Strong, brave, handsome and - possessing a divine northern Brit baritone. Leicestershire?”
Guy's smirk broadened as he flicked back his sticky raven mane. “Nottinghamshire.”
Jack's grin could have rivaled Allan A Dale's for cheekiness. “I stand corrected . . . I didn't catch your name?”
“Sir Guy o-” He remembered what Rebecca had told him about introducing himself in the 21st century. “Sir Guy Gisborne,” he said with a tilt of his head.
Jack gave a low whistle. “You mean I was rescued by a knight in -” His blue eyes flickered over Guy's gooey but notably fit form. “-slimy leather?”
Guy glanced down at his ruined garments. “Yep. Hope you were worth it.”
“Oh, he is.” Rebecca was at Guy's side. “Captain Jack is one of the most remarkable fellows I've ever known, Guy. And I am so glad you got to meet - even under these circumstances.”
“Rebecca, you beautiful girl, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Jack said with a flirtatious dimpled grin.
“I would kiss you, but-” Jack gestured at his own soiled clothing.
Guy shot him a dark look.
“Oh, I mean kiss Rebecca, although if you'd like me to . . .” Jack said with a wink. Guy looked bemused.
“So-” Jack wiped a bit of alien sludge from his dimpled chin. “Are you two an - item?”
“Yes.” Guy replied tersely, sliding a proprietary arm around Rebecca.
Rebecca, who was rather slick with slime herself, pressed her head against Guy's arm.
“Guy is my mortal mate, Jack. And Guy, Jack is an old friend who knows all about me. He hunts aliens for a living. And on occasion, I help him.”
“Aliens?” Guy wore a puzzled frown.
“You know, little green men, monsters from outer space - or stench-filled, slime-making models from another planet,” Jack quipped.
Guy's frown deepened. ~How bloody mad is these 21st century world?~
“I should add Guy is originally from the 12th century. He's new to a lot of things,” Rebecca explained.
“Ah - a medieval hottie.”
Guy raised his brows at Jack's words.
“ I'd love to explain more, but this dirty space girl needs to be disposed of and then I need a good, hot bath,” Jack said with a wry smile.
Rebecca smiled. “Get rid of that deplorable creature and come back to Claridge's with us. They have a fantastic spa shower in our suite. We can all get cleaned up and have a lovely chat . . .”
Jack thought for a moment, then nodded as he threw the alien over his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. We really do need to catch up. And I need to get better acquainted with Sir Guy . . .”
He beckoned with his free hand. “Ladies and knights first, please.”
As he followed Guy and Rebecca, Jack admired how even the mucky leather couldn't hide Guy's strong thighs and rather tasty-looking ass.
~I suspect there's lots to discover underneath all that soiled black leather. Oh, yeah~
*~*~*~*
The limo driver looked askance at the slime-covered trio and the large black bag the man in the military coat tossed in the trunk.
“No worries. Just been doing a little - waste disposal. We'll pay extra for any cleaning that needs to be done,” Jack said, flashing his Torchwood ID with a cheerful grin as they slid inside the car.
Rebecca laughed. “Still the perpetual charmer, aren't we, Jack?”
“Well, when you can't die, you have to learn to make the best of every situation, wouldn't you say, or life could get awfully complicated . . .” Jack said with a wink.
Guy raised his brows. “Can't die?” He rumbled.
“Yep. Shoot me, stab me, shove me off a bridge, blow me to smithereens. I always come back. It is a long story . . .” Jack shrugged nonchalantly and folded his arms. “So, how did you two meet?” A mischievous glint came into his pretty blue eyes. “The - usual?”
Rebecca placed a hand on Guy's arm. “Yes, Jack, Guy was one of those I visited as a succubus.”
“And yet he lived to tell the tale . . .” Jack tilted his head, giving Guy an appraising glance. “I'm impressed. You must be one very special fella, then.” Jack smirked as he waved his hand. “Beyond the obvious valiant and handsome knight thing, of course.”
Guy flicked back his hair and placed his broad hand (such elegant hands, Jack thought) over Rebecca's.
“You could say she gave me a reason to live again,” he said.
“We're very simpatico, Jack - in every way . . .” Rebecca added, laying her tousled raven curls against his shoulder.
Jack grinned. “Oh, I just bet you are.” ~And wouldn't I like to see you two being simpatico together. And three wouldn't have to be a crowd~
He saw Rebecca's crimson lips curve into a knowing smile.
~Damn. I forgot about your ability to read thoughts, Becky~
~My sweet, sexy Jack. You'll have to get past my darling Guy's medieval mindset, you know. But it will be worth it. That I can promise you . . .~
*~*~*~*
More curious eyes followed the trio as they made their way into Claridge's and up to Guy and Rebecca's posh suite.
“Ah, well, the fur will definitely have to go to the dry cleaner,” Rebecca said with a sigh as they walked in the door. “And the dress.” She looked at Guy. “And your leathers, darling.”
Guy wore a chagrined look. “I'm sorry I got your lovely gift to me in such a mess, Rebecca.”
“Good luck on explaining just where those stains came from,” Jack said with a sigh. “Gotta say I can't wait to get a nice, hot shower.”
“I think we should let ladies go first,” Guy said, as he gingerly slid out of his jacket.
“Always the chivalrous one, my Guy,” Rebecca said with a dimpled smile. “But it's such a big, spacious shower, darling. There's room for more than one . . .why don't you join me?” She looked up at him through lowered lashes. “You wash my back, I'll wash yours . . .”
Guy swallowed hard. It was certainly tempting.
His eyes flickered to Jack, who seemed to be occupied with some apparatus strapped to his arm.
He tilted his head, flicking back his raven mane and gave Rebecca an almost-shy smile, unaware Jack was watching him now.
~God, he really is fuckin' beautiful. What a find . . .~
“I- suppose that would alright,” Guy murmured.
“Bon. Allons -y!” Rebecca laughed. “Oui, ma cherie, absolutement,” Guy rumbled.
Jack closed his eyes. ~And he speaks French, too~
Guy and Rebecca disappeared into the bathroom.
Jack, not wanting to get the goo on the hotel furniture, clasped his hands behind his back and walked over to look out the window.
But he couldn't get the image of Rebecca's bare alabaster flesh and rosy nipples, those sweet red lips he'd so enjoyed out of his mind.
And her dark knight - those undulating hips and long, long legs and broad shoulders - Jack closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
*~*~*~*
Stripped bare, Rebecca turned on the shower and let the spray stream through her hair as she ran her fingers through it. Guy watched the rivulets of water running down her ripe breasts, catching on her hardened peaks, rolling down the curves of her body, moistening that that thatch of black curls . . .
Guy felt the heat rising in his loins again.
“The bath we had was lovely but the shower can also be lots of fun . . . even better than a waterfall, darling,” she said, turning to him with a naughty smile. “This one has multiple jets . . . and they can massage you in very enjoyable ways.”
She fiddled with more knobs and suddenly sprays of water were pulsating in every direction. “Come here, my big, beautiful Adonis . . .” Rebecca purred as she tugged Guy to stand in the center with her.
Guy felt the water drumming against his bare buttocks, massaging his shoulders and thighs. It felt wonderful.
Closing his eyes and shaking back his dark mane, Guy laughed with delight. “I really like this invention.”
“I knew you would, my love.” Guy felt Rebecca's hands reach around him to caress his arse as she pressed kisses to his broad chest, running the tip of her tongue around his aureoles.
She was going lower, kissing and licking his taut abdomen, wrapping her arms around his muscular thighs . . .
“Still want to taste your cum on my tongue?” She teased him, gazing up with those big, blue-violet eyes as she ran her tongue around the tip of his swollen shaft. He groaned.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Rebecca purred, then took him in her mouth.
Head tilted back, eyes closed, Guy's lips parted, curling into a blissful smile, lost in the pleasure her nimble tongue and lips were bringing him. In their own little private world . . .
“Sometimes, Sir Guy - two heads are even better than one.”
Guy's eyes flew open. He gasped as a pair of strong hands wrapped around his torso from behind.
“Rebecca is right . . . you really are a most delicious man . . .”
Guy felt a distinctly male hardness stir against his arse.
~My beautiful Guy. You want to experience the wonders of the modern world with me, don't you? Will you let us show you pleasures such as you have never known? It's your choice . . .”
Guy's Adam's-apple bobbed as he listened to Rebecca's thoughts, even as she continued to lave and suck his member. He hesitated, licking his lips, and then started to speak . . .
*~*~*~*
What will Guy's response be? Will there be any more alien encounters? And will a certain tall, dark and handsome MI-5 agent be making an appearance in our story? All will be revealed in our next installment . . .
~Chapter 2~
In our first installment, we found Guy and his time-traveling succubus companion enjoying champagne and choccies (and sexy time) in a luxurious London hotel suite. Guy is finding the 21st century both wonderful and bizarre. He's about to attend his first fashion show with Rebecca - featuring gorgeous scantily-clad women wearing angel's wings, of all things. And if he thought things were strange before, just wait and see what's in store for him next . . .
No copyright infringement intended; I do not own these characters nor do I make money from my writing. Rated NC-17 for adult language and sex. Thank you, Ladymuse, for your continued inspiration and support. Comments always welcome!!
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A huge horseless carriage - sleek and long and black - swept to a halt in front of the hotel. Guy eyed it with some trepidation.
“And these things don't, er - blow up on a regular basis, you say?” he rumbled to Rebecca as a man uniformed in black and white stepped out and opened the door for them.
“Hardly ever, darling,” she reassured him with an affectionate smile as she slid across the limousine's leather seat and patted the spot beside her.
Guy climbed in and looked around at the interior. “This has to be finer than anything the prince or King Richard ever rode in . . .”
Rebecca smiled indulgently as she pressed buttons and the starry night sky suddenly appeared above them.
“It's too chilly to open the moon roof but we can certainly enjoy the view.”
She placed a scarlet-tipped hand on his leather-clad knee.
“Of course, the view right beside me is the most beautiful in the universe,” Rebecca purred.
Guy tilted his head, flicking back his lustrous dark mane, freshly shampooed, conditioned and styled by his loving succubus. He gazed up at the dark velvet canopy of twinkling stars and gave a small nod of approval.
There was just enough of his blue-black beard stubble to further enhance that firm jawline, as he turned to smile at her. An appreciative gleam shown in his eyes as he took her small hand in his gloved one and kissed it.
She returned his smile as she stroked his jaw. “You really are looking luscious tonight, Guy. Those eyes - electric . . .”
*~*~*~*
It had been such fun dressing up her beautiful man for their big night out. Rebecca had encouraged him to wear some of her own kohl liner in a deep copper with a light stroke of jet black mascara on his thick, long lashes - touches that made his blue eyes even more amazing.
“On most men, cosmetics look silly or effeminate, but on you, Guy - oh, it just enhances what a very, very hot man you are,” she had told him as she applied the liner with a deft hand.
“Like your wonderful long locks do - framing those gorgeous cheekbones . . .” She had purred, running her fingers through his damp hair. “A little styling gel worked through there to tame those tresses, although of course, I never intend to tame YOU.”
It had felt so - pleasant. Rebecca touching his face, brushing his hair, helping him dress as he dealt with the unfamiliar fasteners, buttons and zippers in place of his customary laces.
~I haven't had anyone care for me like this in - ages. She may be a demon, but surely there is some angel in there, too?~
Wrapping the scarf around his neck, Rebecca had paused and cupped his face. “Oh, darling Guy - it's your love for me that brings out whatever good is in me . . .” She had murmured softly as she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. He'd given her one of those lop-sided smiles she found so endearing . . .
*~*~*~*
Now she kissed him again there in the limo, but deeply and passionately.
Guy groaned and slid his hand beneath her full-length fur coat, caressing her knee and moving up her stocking-clad thigh.
“You never did show me what you were wearing under that fur garment. You went in the bath chamber to change,” Guy chided as she pulled her mouth away.
She giggled and waggled a finger in his face. “You'll see when we get there. Suffice it to say, it's brief and red and hugs in all the right places . . .”
“Mmmmm. I do so like you in red . . .” He breathed as he nipped her
ear. “Jesu-you do smell delicious.”
“Lola by Marc Jacobs. I find it quite sexy and feminine . . .”
“Well, then, it is the perfect thing for you, Rebecca.”
“Oh, my gallant silver-tongued knight . . .” Rebecca laughed softly.
“It's going to be even more fun undressing you later and getting that hair and makeup all rumpled and smudged . . .”
Her gaze flickered down to Guy's crotch. Her dark brows rose. “Oooh. Down, big boy.” She leaned over and whispered in his ear:
“I promise to take care of what's just arisen a little later, darling.”
“I'll keep you to that promise,” Guy growled.
“You know I never get enough of you, Rebecca . . .”
*~*~*~*
Guy, Rebecca on his arm, strode into the large chamber. There were throngs of people milling about, chattering away. People with black and silver devices in their hands were making lights flash left and right (“Cameras, darling. They take an image of you . . .”).
Guy could feel curious eyes following them as they made his way through the crowd to the front seats.
“I think people are - staring at us,” he murmured to her.
Rebecca smiled as she looked up at her handsome knight.
“Of course they are, darling. Even amongst the “beautiful people,” we do make a very striking couple. Especially you . . .”
A stocky-built man with close-cropped white-blonde hair and a rather brightly-coloured shirt made eye contact with Guy, flashing him a huge grin as they walked past.
“Now that was some serious eye candy - I wonder if he likes to play with the boys, too,” Guy overheard the man say to his companion.
Rebecca laughed at Guy's look of consternation. “Was he suggesting what I think he was suggesting?” he whispered.
“Oh, yes, darling, there's many a male out there who would love to dally with a handsome stallion like you . . . such things are not done in secret these days. It's acceptable for men to enjoy the physical charms of other men . . .”
Guy, bemused, shrugged his broad shoulders.
21st century life would take some getting used to, obviously.
As they reached their seats, Rebecca unfastened her fur coat and Guy stepped behind her to help her slip out of it.
He gave a small appreciative gasp as he saw her near-naked back, her alabaster skin glowing with a soft gold shimmer from one of her many concoctions.
She chuckled at the sound he made. “Wait until you see the rest.”
Rebecca did a little pirouette for him. Her dress was indeed very red and very revealing. The halter top plunged in the front to her waist, offering Guy a tantalising glimpse of her round, ripe breasts.
He raised an elegant dark brow as he tilted his head.
“How do your breasts stay so -” Guy made a cupping movement with his hands.
“High? Perky? A bit of magic . . .” she teased. “Actually, a little trick called double stick tape.”
Guy's lips curled into a very appreciative smile of yet another modern wonder.
The rest of the frock fit her like one of Guy's leather gloves - very snugly.
It was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings and the suspender that held them in place.
Guy licked his lips, then crinkled his brow.
“Won't you get a little - chilled in that, Rebecca?”
She gave him one of her saucy dimpled smiles. “No worries, my love. I'll toss this coat across both our laps and we'll stay nice and cozy.”
Guy sat down, folding one long, lean leather-clad leg over his knee.
He gripped the tips of his gloves between his teeth and pulled them off.
He heard an exclamation, “Oh my God, that is so frickin' hot.”
A tall, willowy suntanned blonde in pink, with an entourage of camera people taking her image, stopped in front of Guy.
She flicked back her very long tresses and stretched out her hand to shake his.
“Hi, I'm London St. Regis, although you probably already know that.
I love your look. God, you really are rockin' the leather,” she said in a peculiar drawl Guy could not place.
He rose to his feet and lifted her hand gallantly for a kiss. “Thank you, London St. Regis. You are really rocking the, uh - hair. And the pink.”
London giggled. “Oh, and a British accent, too, oh wow. That's so - huge! Are you like a lord or something?”
Rebecca stood up. “He's a knight - my knight in buttery black leather, as a matter of fact,” she cooed as she linked her arm in his and glanced up at Guy.
London blinked her baby blue eyes and tossed back the hair once again. “You'd better hold on to him tight, hon - because he is most def a keeper.”
Rebecca smiled. “Oh, don't worry. I'm taking very good care of Sir Guy. I think the show is about to begin. You'd better find your seat, hon.” There was the slightest edge to her voice and a flash in Rebecca's own blue-violet eyes that caused London to take a step back.
There was an odd whimpering sound. Suddenly a head shot up from the (pink, naturally) handbag over London's shoulder. The head of a long-snouted, bewhiskered creature . . .
“Jesu - that's the biggest rat I've ever seen,” Guy exclaimed. “Even the sheriff's dungeon rats were nothing to compare with that!”
London giggled. “Well, her name is Ratatouille, but she's a miniature asthma hound chihuahua. Terribly pricey.” She lifted the tiny dog - dressed in a pink sequined sweater - and kissed her on the nose. “Issums jess mummy's precious, yesssss . . . .”
Glanced back up at Guy and gave him a coquettish smile, fluttering her long (fake) eyelashes at him.
“See you later, Sir Guy . . .”
As they sat down again, Guy gave Rebecca a puzzled look. “Why did she assume I would know her? And what kind of pitiful excuse for a dog was that?”
Rebecca smirked. “ First of all, London is famous for being - London. She's an American hotel heiress with lots of money who gets paid just to show up at events.”
Rebecca gave a little sigh.
“I admit she's very pretty - although of course she wears special lenses to make her brown eyes blue - and that hair is all extensions, my dear. And the tan? Sprayed on. Not to mention a few surgeries to change her nose.”
Rebecca gave him a mischievous smile. “And miniature pets - dogs, even pigs - are quite the rage among the rich and famous - even if they do seem rather pitiful excuses.”
Guy shook his head in wonderment. “Jesu. What a strange world. I must say, she was on the skinny side for my taste - and did you notice the size of her feet? As big as a man's! They were bigger than that ridiculous dog!”
Rebecca laughed. “Oh, I do so love you, darling Guy.”
Music started pounding through the speakers as multi-coloured spotlights sprayed a dazzling light across the stage.
“It's showtime,” she said with a smile and tossed the coat across both their laps. “Enjoy, darling . . .”
Guy's eyes widened as three lovely wenches wearing the very angel wings Rebecca had spoken of strutted onto the stage.
Angel wings and not much else, Guy eagerly noted.
Delicious creations of satin and lace and velvet and ribbon doing amazing things for their supple breasts; more bits of fabric covering their sex but leaving their high, round arses nearly bare.
And those long, shapely legs sporting high heels . . . they pouted and strutted and posed, flaring their nostrils and tossing back their manes like thoroughbreds to the driving beat of the music. Soon more models - pale-skinned, golden brown, black as ebony, yellow-haired, raven-haired, red-headed, all strikingly beautiful - joined them.
“God's tears,” Guy breathed. He felt himself hardening as he looked at the beautiful, near-naked women flaunting themselves on the catwalk.
Rebecca's teasing voice sounded in his ear. “Now aren't you glad I brought my long coat?”
He sighed. “Oh, yes, I am . . .”
He felt Rebecca's warm hand stroke his arm and then slide across his leg to cup his erection.
“And does this feel good?”
“Oh . . . yes.”
Rebecca deftly eased down the zipper to Guy's leathers and wrapped her fingers around his swelling cock.
“And this?'
Guy closed his eyes and muttered an oath under his breath.
A soft laugh. “I thought so.”
Her fingers continued to stroke and knead his shaft, pausing only to remove something from her beaded purse that she slipped beneath the cover of the coat.
“Wha-what's that?” he murmured as something new touched his cock.
Her voice sounded in his head. ~Shhhh, darling. Let nature take its course. Think of how much you want to fuck me right now. Think of how much those women would love to fuck you, my big, beautiful, virile black stallion. Think of how good those lovely tits would feel in your hands, how sweet to suck those nipples, cup those ripe, firm arses, slide your fingers into their pussies and discover how wet they are for you, dripping for you, how good it would feel to ride them all night . . .~
Guy was feeling very warm indeed. Images of bare, smooth female flesh filled his mind. He could even smell the musky odor of sex and taste his cum on their tongues . . .
“Jesu, Rebecca. I'm going to come,” he gasped, struggling to maintain his composure.
In his head, Guy heard her soothing, indulgent voice once more.
~I know, darling, don't worry. That's why I put a little 'glove' on your lovely cock. We don't want to make a mess~
With a stifled groan, Guy came, eyes closed and breathing hard.
“That was - as London St. Whatever would say - frickin' huge,” Guy rumbled.
He lifted the coat almost fearfully to take a peek. His brow furrowed. He WAS wearing a sort of glove . . . into which his seed had neatly spilled.
Rebecca, still gazing up at the models on the catwalk, nonchalantly slipped a hankie out of her purse and passed it to Guy.
~That, my love, is called a condom - a form of birth control - which, as you can see, has other practical uses. Just slide the condom off and wrap it in this handkerchief~
Guy glanced around him furtively and then did as Rebecca said.
She turned her head and gave him a dazzling dimpled smile before leaning in to kiss him. As their lips met, Rebecca slid her hand back under the coat to take the bundled material from his hand and tuck it inside her purse.
“Ever been jerked off in the middle of hundreds of people before, darling?” She whispered huskily in his ear.
Guy sighed and wryly shook his head, give her his lop-sided grin. “Life has certainly changed since you came into it, Rebecca . . .”
A soft laugh. “And there is so much more to experience together, darling. The adventure has really just begun . . .”
Suddenly there was a loud ruckus on the catwalk. One of the models had thrown out her arms and frozen in mid-stride. Glassy-eyed, she opened her heavily-lipsticked mouth wide and emitted an ear-splitting scream.
“Watch out! She is ready to explode . . .” A man's voice shouted.
“Everyone, cover your noses, it's gonna be toxic!”
A tall, dashing figure in a military great coat appeared on the stage, brandishing a very large weapon. He snatched a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it over his movie-star handsome face.
The model's shrieking died away, only to be replaced by the most noxious fumes any human ever had the misfortune to smell.
It was emanating from her posh posterior, it seemed.
“An alien stinkbomb . . .” Rebecca murmured as she nodded her head. “That's what Jack's up to, then, here in London.”
Guy, pinching his magnificent nose, raised a quizzical brow at Rebecca's words. “You know that fellow?”
She smiled. “Oh, yes, indeed.” ~I was wondering when he'd show up~
The alien masquerading as a model suddenly levitated several feet off the runway. Spinning, faster and faster, the creature was releasing not only the putrid scent but a sticky black substance with it across the horrified troupe of undie-wearing angels and into the audience. Pandemonium ensued.
“Oh . . . shit. It's a slimer, too.” The man named Jack said as he made adjustments to his weapon. “I hate it when a monkey wrench gets thrown in the works, I really do.”
Guy tossed Rebecca's coat to her. “I think your friend could use some assistance . . .”
“Guy . . .” Rebecca, who was wiping the gooey mess from her face, reached out an arm to restrain him. But her dark knight was already climbing onto the runway and striding, fists clinched tight, toward the stinking, spinning slime monster.
“Hey, big fella - watch out!” Jack called. ~And where have you been all my life, Tall, Dark and Toothsome?~
Guy, his face like thunder, grabbed the alien by its legs. “That's enough of that, now. Come 'ere!” He roared, and wrestled it to the floor, ignoring the stench and the slime.
Jack raced over and pressing the tip of the weapon into the alien, pulled the trigger. The creature went limp in the clutches of Guy, whose black leather and silk was now thoroughly coated in alien muck.
Jack breathed a huge sigh of relief and reached out a hand to Guy.
“Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness. Torchwood. That was very brave. Stupid, but brave.” A gleaming, dimpled smile flashed at Guy from a goo-streaked face.
Guy smirked. “You weren't getting very far on your own,” he growled in those rich, chocolate tones.
Jack's blue eyes widened with appreciation as he helped Guy to his feet. “Strong, brave, handsome and - possessing a divine northern Brit baritone. Leicestershire?”
Guy's smirk broadened as he flicked back his sticky raven mane. “Nottinghamshire.”
Jack's grin could have rivaled Allan A Dale's for cheekiness. “I stand corrected . . . I didn't catch your name?”
“Sir Guy o-” He remembered what Rebecca had told him about introducing himself in the 21st century. “Sir Guy Gisborne,” he said with a tilt of his head.
Jack gave a low whistle. “You mean I was rescued by a knight in -” His blue eyes flickered over Guy's gooey but notably fit form. “-slimy leather?”
Guy glanced down at his ruined garments. “Yep. Hope you were worth it.”
“Oh, he is.” Rebecca was at Guy's side. “Captain Jack is one of the most remarkable fellows I've ever known, Guy. And I am so glad you got to meet - even under these circumstances.”
“Rebecca, you beautiful girl, you are a sight for sore eyes,” Jack said with a flirtatious dimpled grin.
“I would kiss you, but-” Jack gestured at his own soiled clothing.
Guy shot him a dark look.
“Oh, I mean kiss Rebecca, although if you'd like me to . . .” Jack said with a wink. Guy looked bemused.
“So-” Jack wiped a bit of alien sludge from his dimpled chin. “Are you two an - item?”
“Yes.” Guy replied tersely, sliding a proprietary arm around Rebecca.
Rebecca, who was rather slick with slime herself, pressed her head against Guy's arm.
“Guy is my mortal mate, Jack. And Guy, Jack is an old friend who knows all about me. He hunts aliens for a living. And on occasion, I help him.”
“Aliens?” Guy wore a puzzled frown.
“You know, little green men, monsters from outer space - or stench-filled, slime-making models from another planet,” Jack quipped.
Guy's frown deepened. ~How bloody mad is these 21st century world?~
“I should add Guy is originally from the 12th century. He's new to a lot of things,” Rebecca explained.
“Ah - a medieval hottie.”
Guy raised his brows at Jack's words.
“ I'd love to explain more, but this dirty space girl needs to be disposed of and then I need a good, hot bath,” Jack said with a wry smile.
Rebecca smiled. “Get rid of that deplorable creature and come back to Claridge's with us. They have a fantastic spa shower in our suite. We can all get cleaned up and have a lovely chat . . .”
Jack thought for a moment, then nodded as he threw the alien over his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. We really do need to catch up. And I need to get better acquainted with Sir Guy . . .”
He beckoned with his free hand. “Ladies and knights first, please.”
As he followed Guy and Rebecca, Jack admired how even the mucky leather couldn't hide Guy's strong thighs and rather tasty-looking ass.
~I suspect there's lots to discover underneath all that soiled black leather. Oh, yeah~
*~*~*~*
The limo driver looked askance at the slime-covered trio and the large black bag the man in the military coat tossed in the trunk.
“No worries. Just been doing a little - waste disposal. We'll pay extra for any cleaning that needs to be done,” Jack said, flashing his Torchwood ID with a cheerful grin as they slid inside the car.
Rebecca laughed. “Still the perpetual charmer, aren't we, Jack?”
“Well, when you can't die, you have to learn to make the best of every situation, wouldn't you say, or life could get awfully complicated . . .” Jack said with a wink.
Guy raised his brows. “Can't die?” He rumbled.
“Yep. Shoot me, stab me, shove me off a bridge, blow me to smithereens. I always come back. It is a long story . . .” Jack shrugged nonchalantly and folded his arms. “So, how did you two meet?” A mischievous glint came into his pretty blue eyes. “The - usual?”
Rebecca placed a hand on Guy's arm. “Yes, Jack, Guy was one of those I visited as a succubus.”
“And yet he lived to tell the tale . . .” Jack tilted his head, giving Guy an appraising glance. “I'm impressed. You must be one very special fella, then.” Jack smirked as he waved his hand. “Beyond the obvious valiant and handsome knight thing, of course.”
Guy flicked back his hair and placed his broad hand (such elegant hands, Jack thought) over Rebecca's.
“You could say she gave me a reason to live again,” he said.
“We're very simpatico, Jack - in every way . . .” Rebecca added, laying her tousled raven curls against his shoulder.
Jack grinned. “Oh, I just bet you are.” ~And wouldn't I like to see you two being simpatico together. And three wouldn't have to be a crowd~
He saw Rebecca's crimson lips curve into a knowing smile.
~Damn. I forgot about your ability to read thoughts, Becky~
~My sweet, sexy Jack. You'll have to get past my darling Guy's medieval mindset, you know. But it will be worth it. That I can promise you . . .~
*~*~*~*
More curious eyes followed the trio as they made their way into Claridge's and up to Guy and Rebecca's posh suite.
“Ah, well, the fur will definitely have to go to the dry cleaner,” Rebecca said with a sigh as they walked in the door. “And the dress.” She looked at Guy. “And your leathers, darling.”
Guy wore a chagrined look. “I'm sorry I got your lovely gift to me in such a mess, Rebecca.”
“Good luck on explaining just where those stains came from,” Jack said with a sigh. “Gotta say I can't wait to get a nice, hot shower.”
“I think we should let ladies go first,” Guy said, as he gingerly slid out of his jacket.
“Always the chivalrous one, my Guy,” Rebecca said with a dimpled smile. “But it's such a big, spacious shower, darling. There's room for more than one . . .why don't you join me?” She looked up at him through lowered lashes. “You wash my back, I'll wash yours . . .”
Guy swallowed hard. It was certainly tempting.
His eyes flickered to Jack, who seemed to be occupied with some apparatus strapped to his arm.
He tilted his head, flicking back his raven mane and gave Rebecca an almost-shy smile, unaware Jack was watching him now.
~God, he really is fuckin' beautiful. What a find . . .~
“I- suppose that would alright,” Guy murmured.
“Bon. Allons -y!” Rebecca laughed. “Oui, ma cherie, absolutement,” Guy rumbled.
Jack closed his eyes. ~And he speaks French, too~
Guy and Rebecca disappeared into the bathroom.
Jack, not wanting to get the goo on the hotel furniture, clasped his hands behind his back and walked over to look out the window.
But he couldn't get the image of Rebecca's bare alabaster flesh and rosy nipples, those sweet red lips he'd so enjoyed out of his mind.
And her dark knight - those undulating hips and long, long legs and broad shoulders - Jack closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
*~*~*~*
Stripped bare, Rebecca turned on the shower and let the spray stream through her hair as she ran her fingers through it. Guy watched the rivulets of water running down her ripe breasts, catching on her hardened peaks, rolling down the curves of her body, moistening that that thatch of black curls . . .
Guy felt the heat rising in his loins again.
“The bath we had was lovely but the shower can also be lots of fun . . . even better than a waterfall, darling,” she said, turning to him with a naughty smile. “This one has multiple jets . . . and they can massage you in very enjoyable ways.”
She fiddled with more knobs and suddenly sprays of water were pulsating in every direction. “Come here, my big, beautiful Adonis . . .” Rebecca purred as she tugged Guy to stand in the center with her.
Guy felt the water drumming against his bare buttocks, massaging his shoulders and thighs. It felt wonderful.
Closing his eyes and shaking back his dark mane, Guy laughed with delight. “I really like this invention.”
“I knew you would, my love.” Guy felt Rebecca's hands reach around him to caress his arse as she pressed kisses to his broad chest, running the tip of her tongue around his aureoles.
She was going lower, kissing and licking his taut abdomen, wrapping her arms around his muscular thighs . . .
“Still want to taste your cum on my tongue?” She teased him, gazing up with those big, blue-violet eyes as she ran her tongue around the tip of his swollen shaft. He groaned.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Rebecca purred, then took him in her mouth.
Head tilted back, eyes closed, Guy's lips parted, curling into a blissful smile, lost in the pleasure her nimble tongue and lips were bringing him. In their own little private world . . .
“Sometimes, Sir Guy - two heads are even better than one.”
Guy's eyes flew open. He gasped as a pair of strong hands wrapped around his torso from behind.
“Rebecca is right . . . you really are a most delicious man . . .”
Guy felt a distinctly male hardness stir against his arse.
~My beautiful Guy. You want to experience the wonders of the modern world with me, don't you? Will you let us show you pleasures such as you have never known? It's your choice . . .”
Guy's Adam's-apple bobbed as he listened to Rebecca's thoughts, even as she continued to lave and suck his member. He hesitated, licking his lips, and then started to speak . . .
*~*~*~*
What will Guy's response be? Will there be any more alien encounters? And will a certain tall, dark and handsome MI-5 agent be making an appearance in our story? All will be revealed in our next installment . . .