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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 21:05:38 GMT -5
After a few minutes of simple, blissful quiet and peace Harvey finally began to move out from beneath her. He stood and grabbed for his house coat/robe. It was dark blue with three yellow stripes running down the left side. He threw it on and looked back to her for a moment. He smiled to her and turned away. A few minutes later he returned with two bottles of water, he was already drinking from his. He tossed the one for her on the bed, it landed right beside her. He took the ashtray on his night stand and flipped it up so he may use it and lit himself a cigarette, setting down his lighter and case. He laid up in the bed once again and finished off his own bottle of water. He set the empty bottle on his nightstand and then reached into the night stand, opening a little door and then pulled out a bottle of liquor. He uncapped it and tooka swig from it. He handed it to her when he turned to her more fully, smoke billowing from his nose into a drifting cloud. In the background, coming from his living room, music could be heard bleeding in softly. He had put on a different album. "Have a drink on me."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 21:52:51 GMT -5
A few words of mewling protest came from her lips as she felt him shift beneath her. Letting out a sigh she rolled to her side as he slipped into a robe and left. She wanted to get up, to drag him back, to keep him there, but she doubted her legs would sustain her at this point. Even her half-hearted swipe at his housecoat's sash was lacking.
So instead she shifted to where he had occupied the bed. It smelled faintly of him, and she deeply inhaled the scent, already missing him in the scant seconds he'd been gone from the room. Thankfully it wasn't long before he returned, a chill bottle of water landing close enough to touch her with it's slick, cool side. She erupted in a squeal and glared at him as she shifted the bottle away, and opened it. A gulp or two, and she shook her head at him, already finishing his own bottle.
She was acutely aware of when he lit the cigarette, her fingers itching already to steal the small cylinder away from his lips. Slipping closer beside him in the bed, sheet tugged up just high enough she did just that, the cigarette in her fingers and a few puffs deliciously enjoyed before she turned her head to blow the smoke out into a steady stream, and kissed him before replacing it.
Shaking he head at him once again as he pulled the bottle from his nightstand she laughed lightly, raising her brow as both music and his words came together. It was a quick minute later and she had shifted to straddle him, taking the bottle and tipping it back. "As you wish, Detective," she neatly purred. He had given a gentle command, and after his generous show of attention earlier, who would she be to turn him away at such a request?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 22:21:35 GMT -5
Harvey smiled to her and shook his head as she shifted to move. He chuckled a little and once she took the drink he took the bottle back and had another for himself. He sighed happily and handed her the bottle again.
He leaned back into the pillows behind him, nearly laying down. He set his hands on her hips despite that she was wrapped up in his sheet now. He just gazed upward to her, quietly. His eyes explored her torso and face with great care and detail. After a moment of this he finally shifted slightly under her and reached down to her hand, looking at it, toying with his mother's ring on her finger. It suited her so well.
For a moment, that night that Batman came by came across his mind. His jaw set a little for a moment at that thought. He looked back up to her with that torrid look in his eyes. He worked to wash it away, trying to put it past him. He finally smiled again eventually, though it did look just a little smug.
End history my ass, Batman.
Harvey pulled her hand to his own lips and kissed it where the ring was and just held it, pressing the palm of it against is jaw and neck. He was so quiet, but he didn't need words so much at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 23:02:45 GMT -5
They passed the bottle between them a few more times before he took it and put it away. She snuck the cigarette away for a puff or four before she ashed it, and returned it to that gorgeously soft mouth of his. Shifting as he settled in, her fingers found the end of the ash and tugged at it, turning shy as she felt his gaze.
It's not that she hadn't been looked at, or even stared at before. But under his watchful eye, Selina Kyle actually blushed. It was an entirely different experience to have the keen eye of Harvey Theodore Bullock wander over your sheet-clad figure as you shared a fine bottle of booze.
As he grasped her hand and brushed his thumb along the delicate band she shifted atop him again. He didn't need to say it again. He didn't need to do it. Actually, she hoped he wouldn't do it as her breath caught in her chest, movement ceasing.
As she watched him, she noted the quite familiar muscle twitch in his jaw. But the gesture was seen in someone else. Not him. A different detective. Gasping lightly, Selina let out her once held breath, as he kissed her hand. Once he pressed it to his jaw, her fingers would come alive, caressing the new stubble along his jaw, smiling as she cradled his neck and leaned into him, sheet dropping slightly as she moved in to kiss him.
Perhaps she was addicted. Maybe they had a lot of lost time to make up for. Either way, soon enough her lips were on his, first after re-visiting his ear, that small spot at the crux of his jaw, his Adam's apple, and the tip of his nose. Fingers would greedily work at his robe to work it from his shoulders as she didn't release his mouth. And the most ironic of all her actions was she was completely silent.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 23:32:52 GMT -5
Harvey didn't mind the attention at all, though he wouldn't admit he was going to be sore the next morning. He was still a bit tired, but he felt his energy rekindling at her touch.
He gave her a little moan in response to her well placed kisses and pulled her to him, mouth diving at her own mouth. His hands went to her backside and gave a firm squeeze and a pinch to see if she would jump or smack him for it.
After a few minutes he pulled his head back from her, breaking the kiss, and looked up to her. He examined her lips, her cheeks, her nose, every little detail and then moseyed his eyes to hers. He offered her a smirk and shook his head a little.
"If I spoil you I'll never be rid of you, will I, colla donetta."
He placed a kiss his lips on her neck for a moment and then pulled back after and admired the purple mark he left on it. He snickered, that might actually make her a little mad, but she had concealer, right? And besides, why should she cover it up? Harvey left his mark.
I hope Batman gets to see that...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 2:48:53 GMT -5
She smiled. Some men were just men, and then there was Harvey Bullock. As she sidled up to him she had to laugh a bit at his reaction. Now that was something. As she felt his hands work, she let out a little hiss of breath, her teeth finding ample purchase on part of his arm. The part that wasn't just squish, but muscle, as she could feel the fibrous material under her teeth. And hard she bit in response, her lips releasing him after a moment.
Canting her head to her side she smugly smiled at him before patting his cheek and then kissing him. And what she started, he sure as shit didn't stop after a while, nearly stealing her breath as she finally gasped for air when he ended it. What an ass.
But she couldn't be too angry at him when he'd finally speak. Squeezing her eyes shut happily she pressed her nose to his. "Meow. You know what they say about strays, Detective.." She's murmur, her lips gently returning to his.
Tilting her head to the side she allowed him to kiss her neck, curiosity gnawing at her when he didn't leave the same spot for a moment longer than he should've. He wasn't. Really? It's not like they were teenagers. Then again...
As soon as he lifted from her neck, fingertips were gingerly touching around the bruised skin. He did. He had. With a sigh and a snicker she was about to return the favor, which no doubt would be a hit a the station when he caught his eye.
"Don't be petty...Leather covers more than you think..." Her words trailing as she found the perfect place right below his ear to tease with her tongue, and mouth. Tit for Tat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 2:58:08 GMT -5
Harvey growled at her bite. It hurt more than he expected. Of course she deserved a hicky for that but then she returned it. He tried to push her from doing it, but he didn't try that hard. Also he was a little worn out, so....
He narrowed his gaze at her words and a smirk wiped across his face.
"So does a decent shirt collar."
He tossed her off him, rolling on top of her again and diving back into her mouth at full tilt. After a moment he broke it and he pulled back and looked down at her as if something important had just come up in his brain.
"Hey! Say something in French? Hmm? Just do it!"
Harvey said his words with purpose and haste and devilish little glint in his eye. He sounded like it was of utmost importance, but his expression suggested he had something clever up his sleeve.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 5:24:51 GMT -5
"Smart-ass." She teased, only to find herself on her back on the bed, twisted in the sheets. Somehow he'd gathered himself together enough to pounce her. At the rate they were going, she'd never need lip fillers in her life, they'd be continually bruised and plump on their own. Then again she'd had worse things in her life happen.
He abruptly stopped and gazed down at her with utmost importance. Blinking up at him she neatly lifted his robe sash from him as she laughed, then scanned his eyes with a flick of her own.
He wasn't joking. Or he was serious enough with that look he was giving her. "Why?" She blinked, feeling an unease welling in the pit of her being as she lay beneath him. She hadn't spoke French in a few weeks, but her tongue was still limber, as she'd learned it as a second language, the first among many other's she'd taken to quite easily as well.
Lifting her head to his ear, her lips brushed the delicate skin of his ear as she did as he requested. "Mon détective, vous êtes mon chevalier noir, ma lumière dans l'obscurité. Mi amor."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 13:15:16 GMT -5
Harvey let out a satisfied growl and suddenly he peppered kisses down her arm until he got to her hand. He pressed her hand against his face and kissed it once again. A deep and rumbling noise came from the back of his throat. He sounded pleased, happy, ecstatic despite the low sound having the potential to sound as though it were a one of his angry growls.
"Cara mia."
He dove at her once again, this time he stayed there without leaving. Who'd a thought? Harvey Bullock = Gomez Addams. He didn't have the little mustache or his hair slicked back with pomade, nor the pin striped suit, but he certainly had the energy and passion.
His hands explored and wandered as they so pleased, he felt the tension hit him again like it had earlier again in the evening, he was back to being that hungry and needy man from before, though maybe with not as much power as before he certainly made up for it with the renewed energy he found in himself.
He couldn't help himself, the man knew what he liked. Another half and hour later he would find himself exhausted once more and hungry on top of that. He could go for something to eat. He looked at his watch. Pizza was still in order, but he did have a few things in the fridge as well. He tried to stand but groaned.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 1:17:45 GMT -5
Oh he was not doing this. Nope. No. Nadda. "Oh you are not..." She huffed at him, unable to stop his onslaught of kisses as he started at her palm, and just didn't stop. Even the low, deep rumbling had her scrambling backward in the bed. Slowly, mostly due to her entanglement in the sheet, but still. Crying out in partial giddiness, partial having no fucking clue what he was going to do, she was pinned to the bed with a giggle erupting from her mouth a he started his assault relentlessly.
Tumbling and laughing, Selina finally clicked her tongue at him, reaching across his chest to where he'd set down both cigarettes and lighter. A quick flick of her fingers and she was taking a deep drag, and then again before offering it to him. Rolling back to the bed she fit herself neatly to his side, watching the rise and fall of his chest, fingers playing along the unseen tattoos she knew where there, and the familiar scars. As he started to shift to get up her hand pushed him back down, her eyes going wide as she realized the gesture had actually worked. Detective Bullock was running on near empty.
Eyelids fluttering she cracked a wide, teasing smile at him before giving him a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Exiting the bed smoothly she left the room and returned with a few items before handing several of them to him. "Call for pizza. My phone, your's, I don't care. Also, here." She handed over a water bottle, and watched as he shifted slightly to drink it. While he did that, she fixed the blanket and sheet of the bed, which were horribly twisted. That took little time, and she was then plaiting her hair away from her face before turning back to him as she settled into the bed.
Fingers pressed to the other visible tattoos, kneading tense muscles here and there before she really got to work, her deft fingers playing him like a well-aquainted instrument. Shifting to splay her hands along him, she smiled, moving the slightest amount to kiss him, not one, but twice, her kisses flowing from a soft feather-light press to something with more depth, more passion. He could claim what he did, but she'd match him inch for inch, ounce for ounce.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 1:39:08 GMT -5
Harvey scoffed when she pushed him down and ran off for a moment. He took the water bottle and took a long drink of it before he nodded to her and picked his phone back up after she tossed it beside him demanding pizza. It was when the number was dialing and he had it to his ear that she began to do...things.
Harvey had to wait on hold for a moment. An indignant sound or two came from him. He had to focus on keeping the phone at his ear. He sighed a few times and his breaths got shorter. Finally, when things were close the person on the other end of the line answered.
"Ah, Detective Bullock! I always recognize the number! How are you tonight?"
"I, ah, I-uhhhhh- I'm good, and you?"
"Uh, I'm great. Detective, you sound sick, you alright?"
"Ah, yessss, I'm fine."
"If you say so... So what can I get you tonight?"
"Mmmm, uh... Gotham pie, extra large."
"And anchovies?"
"..........AUGH!"
"Detective?"
"YES! With anchovies! Always!"
"Alright. You need anything else tonight?"
"Eh, two-no four cannolis and some coke."
"Can do. It should be there in forty five, though maybe thirty, it's been a slow night. How's things on your end? Any cases keeping you up?"
"Heh, not exactly. Alright then, thanks Marv. Have a nice night."
"You, too, Detective."
Harvey hung up and suddenly fell back into his pillows. He looked up at Selina after a long moment and narrowed his eyes.
"You had to do that while I was on hold didn't you?"
Harvey wasn't necessarily mad about it, but Marvin, the man on the other end of the line who took the order, probably thought that was the weirdest Harvey ever sounded. He blushed after realizing that he had been on the god damn phone when it happened. Harvey let his head fall back again and he just groaned loudly.
"I'm so glad it wasn't Trish on the line. She would have called me a creep. Marv is too oblivious to realize what was happening." Or was he.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 1:53:59 GMT -5
After he hung up the phone, she had snagged the bottle of water, rolling partially on her back to watch him. Winking as she swallowed she offered him the bottle of water before she scooted up to where he was propped in bed.
"What was I supposed to be doing while you were ordering? And good call on the canolli. They do have some of the best there." She rolled her lips for a moment, a darkly devious glint in her eyes that was rarely seen off the rooftops. "Marv was sweet to ask if you were under the weather, though. It certainly did sound like you had a frog in your throat."
Laughing like a schoolgirl she presed a kiss to his temple before slipping from the bed. "You can stay there. I'm going to shower quick, then borrow something before food gets here. That ok?" A few paces from the bed she glanced over her shoulder at him; from head to toe, then back up again before meeting his eyes. "I might need help reaching my back, though."
She was then off to the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting as she grabbed a few fresh towels.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 2:08:57 GMT -5
"Borrow anything you want. Mi casa es su casa. La manga es su manga."
Harvey's eyes lit up a bit at the invitation. He could use a shower. He watched her wander off and then looked back at himself. His robe was barely on him and his sheet giving him dignity. He adjusted the robe and tied it off.
He tried to get up and found the soreness was already settling in.
Let's try that again.
Harvey tried a second time and nearly fell off the bed. He sighed.
Third time's a charm, right?
And finally he made it to his feet, stumbling slightly. He made it out of his room and down the hallway on slightly wobbly legs. He would head into the bathroom and come back out a few minutes later polished and shined like new. He would likely skip his morning shower, figuring he might be too sore to have the patience to stand in the shower.
He headed into his living room, clad in that robe once again. He found the drinks he and Selina abandoned nearly four hours earlier. He picked his up and finished it off. When the delivery guy made it by he would have a Maker's and coke. That was why he asked for it during the order.
Eventually he turned at the sound of her foot steps.
"Hmm, I think you wear that better than I do..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 3:25:25 GMT -5
"Thank you!" She called, finally stepping into the shower and getting washed and rinsed. The rush of water over her bare skin was heavenly. And even better, it felt more invigorating. Standing directly under it she closed her eyes and let it rush over her. It wasn't too long and she was sensed someone else joining her for a bit before she finished and towelled off. As nice as it was to have company in the shower, it was just as nice to have some time to one'self to think as well.
Plaiting her hair she left it down and over her shoulder to dry, a towel wrapped around her as she went to paw through his things for something to wear. He had the sweater she always went for, but maybe something else was in store. Instead she went to pick out an old long-sleeved raglan shirt of his. It was much too big for her frame and hung off her much like a dress, but it was comfortable on her skin. If she were being trendy, it almost looked like a dress.
Hanging her towel and having straightened the bedroom a bit, she went to pick up a few discarded things, remembering she had packed her own more comfortable clothes in her bag. Funny how one forgot simple things like that. Winking at him as she pulled out a pair of leggings she slipped them on, considering the slight chill in the air.
She walked to where he was, parting his robe slightly at the chest so she could press her ear there for a moment. "I'd like to think so," she teased, reaching to take a sip of the drink he held. She wanted to ask him so many things, but no words were coming to mind. If anything, she just wanted to be.
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