Dirty Little Secret | PG 13

This is rated due to the emotional scarring that may take place if you read it. You've been warned.

Ninetta laid on the king sized bed, the only thing on her body the tattered remains of the revealing night gown that had somehow survived the last two times. She was almost used to it now. How many times had it been since the Christmas Party? Five? Ten? It wasn't like she cared much. The trips to Britain weren't that much of a problem; she wandered a lot, and Britain could pass as her new hot spot. It wasn't even the fact that she was using him as a pillow.

No, the problem came from the fact that he was taking up most of the room on the bed, and the only way to move him would be to untie his hands, and she didn't feel like doing that. Not yet, anyway.

Pushing off him, she swung a leg over his body, sitting directly on his boxer clad lap. "Good Morning, Spice." She purred, her eyes taking in his body beneath her and the silk scarves keeping his arms well away from her. She was debating untying him now, perhaps an entire night in them had been enough, and perhaps she was aching for his touch. Not that he'd exactly needed his hands to...

He chuckled deep in his chest as the older woman straddled his lap. He had been awake for a while wondering when she was going to get tired of the lack of space since he was tied to the middle of the bed. "Good morning to you too, little Kitten," Basil replied his voice smooth and sensual. "Did you have a good sleep?"

He gave an experimental tug on his bonds. He could easily vanish them and have his way with the woman, but where was the fun in that. Every so often you had to give up control in order to feel the full range of pleasure. Ninetta was the first woman he had ever allowed to bind him though. Sleeping in them had been uncomfortable but the solid warmth on his chest had kept him warm throughout the night. Feeling her warmth on top of his lap he could feel the nerve endings tingle in response and his body's responses made Basil wonder if there would be time for a morning round as well. Maybe it would be enough to finish off the scrap of clothing on her that shielded very little from the rocker's probing eyes.

Etta shivered at the sound of his voice, slowly moving her hips, her palms resting on his stomach and her fingers spayed across his abdomen. "Not as well as I'd hoped." She said with a pout. "You were in the way." Feeling his reaction to her made her smirk, the motion slowly spreading across her face. She leaned forward, bringing them nose to nose as she slid her hips slowly forward. "Fancy making it up to me?" She murmured against his lips.

"Always," Basil murmured before capturing her lips in a gentle but demanding kiss. He resisted straining at his bonds not wanting to take back control of the situation just yet. He felt his desire for the older woman grow as his muscles in his chest rippled and he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue across her lips, asking permission to be let in.

Unable to contain himself any longer Basil wandlessly untied the scaves and let them fall onto the bed as he wrapped his now free arms around Ninetta's waist. For being right around sixty she was still smooth skinned and her muscle tone was still tight and lean. Did Basil love her? He wasn't sure on that one but one thing was for sure he wouldn't trade these get togethers for anything. Now that he could move freely he rolled them over so he was on top, never once breaking their connection at the mouth. He hoped she was ready for it because she would be sky high with pleasure soon enough.

Etta made a low sound in the back of her throat leaning into him and letting her hands wander over his chest, her touch finger light. She shivered, but made no protest as his arms wrapped around her. She'd been expected it, really. She was surprised he'd stayed tied this long. She wasn't sure if him deciding to finally get out of his bonds was a good thing or not, but she was far from complaining. She let him into her mouth, pleased that he'd wanted permission first.

She arched her back into him from beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her hips off the bed to grind against him. She knew the little tricks of the trade when it came to love making, that was for sure. Her tongue flicked against his, teasing, as a gasp made it out of her throat. Her fingers laced themselves into his hair even as she rubbed up against him, creating a most delicious friction.

She was enjoying pushing him to the edge.

Growling low in his throat Basil's kissing got deeper and rougher as Etta teased him. The last few times they had been together she had taught him quite a lot about the more subtle tricks to pleasuring someone. He kissed down her throat as he removed what remained of her nightgown.

With a fire and determination in his eye to make her beg for more Basil made love to the older woman.


*DO THE TIMEWARP!*

Etta rather liked Basil as a pillow. He was most comfortable. Her fingers idly traced the planes of his chest, and her eyes glanced upward, in the direction of his face, before returning back downward. She was tired.

"Spice...?" She asked softly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. "Are you awake?"

"Mmm," Basil hummed in response, the hum causing his chest to vibrate slightly. He wrapped an arm around Etta's shoulders, drawing her closer to his side with his eyes still closed. "I'm awake if you are, Kitten."

He rather liked the feeling of her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. It wasn't ticklish like it usually was, instead it was soothing and mildly pleasant. Basil hummed again and rolled his shoulders slightly to get the kinks out of them.

Etta closed her eyes in keen pleasure as his chest vibrated beneath her, a warm sort of feeling eminating from the places his arm touched. Her fingers paused slightly, and her eyes glanced up at him. "I should leave soon." She admitted, her eyes searching his face for something. "I have a dinner date to get ready for." Her fingers continued to trace the planes of his chest, her eyes opting to follow her fingers instead of meeting his gaze.

Basil's heart stopped beating for a second as she told him about her dinner date. Not being able to help it his mismatched eyes blazed with pure jealousy. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, but the thought of her going on a date with another man, or even woman for that matter, was like someone had awakened a lion in his chest and he wanted to hurt anyone Etta was with besides himself.

Taking away his arm from around her the rocker said, "Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your date." The fingers dancing across his chest burned him now, almost like they were intent on causing pain, even though he knew the caresses hadn't changed. Basil tried to keep the hurt and jealousy from his voice, but his eyes betrayed him. They always did. It was just a good thing Etta wasn't looking at them right now.

Etta shivered as his arm disappeared, snuggling closer to him and wrapping her arm around him. "I would stay if I could..." she whispered, pressing soft kisses from his collarbone to his shoulder and up the side of his neck. "I want to spend every waking moment with you, but..."

Her lips paused above his, and she met his eyes for the first time. His emotions washed over her like a tital wave, and a small smile stole across her face. "Basil." She chided, her own eyes filling with amusement. "The date is dinner with my daughter." She said simply, before capturing his lips with her own.

Basil shivered at the kisses. This woman held so much sway over him it was unbelievable. Never before had he ever let someone have as much control over him as Etta did. Maybe it was because she was older, maybe it was because he loved her deep down. He didn't know and at that moment he didn't care.

He returned the kiss almost desperately. He didn't want her to go, even if it was dinner with her daughter. Basil was tired of them having to leave each other after every get together. Etta seemed to be amused at his jealousy and the hurt she was causing within him. Her word's helped slightly but Basil knew he wanted more even though he shouldn't. "Sorry," the rocker apologized, averting his eyes from her's. "I shouldn't have assumed."

Etta's fingers continued to trace along his chest as her lips trailed up his jawline. She nippped at his ear, gently tugging it with her teeth. "You misunderstand me." She murmured huskily. "It amuses me that the idea of any man.... any person who isn't you, is just..." she paused, searching for a word. "Unsatisfactory, I suppose." She nipped at his neck next, trailing lighter kisses between bites. "The thought of another man never even crossed my mind."

There was no telling why that amused her so. Etta had never been a one-man kind of girl. Even when she'd been married to the "love of her life" as her children called him. Their marriage vows had been loose, and they'd agreed to take out the infedilety clause. She'd married her best friend, not her true love. She'd thought about other men almost every second; it was just in her nature.

And here was Basil, the only man she'd thought about since that Christmas Party.

Perhaps it meant something, perhaps it didn't.

Her lips found his again in a hungry sort of kiss, the kind that started wars and ended them.

She didn't want to leave.