Body Shots || PG13

Rated PG13 for the Connie Sex You've All Been Waiting For

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Frat House
College Campus
God Knows Where


She was blond, she was shirtless, she was laying on a bar and that's how she liked it.

Her boot clad feet rested just below her, sending her knees - the gypsie-like silk scarf wrapped around her middle as a skirt sliding down and pooling around her lap - skyward. The bra she had on was scarlet and lacy, her skin seeming paler by comparison. A slight shiver raked her body as the frat boy who's turn it was dipped his tongue into her navel, completing his body shot in record time. The accompanying cheers from his companions was loud, almost louder than the music shaking the windows and the bass she could feel to her fingers and toes. She would have cheered as well, but her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Pale pink lips were wrapped around the hose of a keg, another blond girl her age pumping the keg as she continued to drink it dry. Sadly, it was only beer, and not even the good stuff. Bonnie might as well have been sipping water all the good it was doing her. She was Russian half the time for Merlin's sake.

It was times like these she wished she was a lightweight.

Muggles being muggles, they cheered when she spat out the hose, the empty keg kicked to the floor before another was slammed to the bar, just short of her long blond hair. They filled up their own cups before relinquishing the hose to her, giving her time to look about the house she was currently in.

It was big, roomy even for a frat house, the ajorning living room filled with dancing bodies. Through them she caught glimpses of a TV screen, news footage of something that seemed to be most important, not that anyone but her noticed. It was a chopper-shot of a prison that seemed to have a huge hole blasted from the side, searchlights and alarms, the whole kit and caboodle. She ignored the feeling in her gut as she looked at it - perhaps that was the alcohol finally hitting? - it was just another prison break. Just another job.

Wrapping her lips around the nozzle once more, she flashed her new blond best friend a thumbs up.

She was much more interested in getting white boy wasted.

Caius made his way into the frat house with an ease that contrasted starkly with the movements of the drunken college students. Weaving easily between gyrating bodies, the man's gaze swept his surroundings, seeking out his target.

The woman had blasted a hole in the side of a muggle prison and escaped. A rabble-rouser, mostly, taken in for disorderly conduct. The muggles were just immensely displeased to have so much damage done to one of their facilities. It didn't particularly matter to Cai. It was a job and the payment offered was generous. Furthermore, being a groundsman was only so satisfying. Honestly, if it weren't such a convenient cover, he'd quit.

As his eyes fell on the group crowded around the bar, Caius pressed forward to investigate. The moment he looked upon the blonde laying there, he knew not only that she was the object of her search, but who she was as well.

Cai shouldered his way to the bar. A hand came out to catch the forehead of the boy (who was probably older than Caius by a year or two, at least) who was about to partake of the alcohol poured into the girl's navel. Pulling out a muggle cellular phone, he hit a speed dial and brought it to his ear.

"Found your prize," he said succinctly once it was answer. "Someone else paid more for it." Hanging up, he dropped it into the full cup of a nearby co-ed. Then he pushed the guy whose face he was still blocking away from the bar.

He fixed Bonnie with a vaguely amused expression. "We really ought to stop meeting like this."

She was more focused on the keg she was currently draining than the boy that was supposed to be taking a shot off her. He was replaced by a blond on the inside of the bar, who sucked the tequila out of her navel and gave her a look. She raised an eyebrow back, finishing with the keg with a graceful florish.

The presence of a bounty hunter was met not with alarm, but with a quiet kind of resignment. What were they going to do, throw her in prison, ha ha?

Besides, she was moderately sure they hadn't told the 'hunters' that she wasn't the only escapee.

That had been the job, hadn't it?

She turned her head, shooting a grin that turned real as she actually saw who was there. "And how, exactly, do we keep meeting?" She asked smoothly, not bothering to sit up. Instead, she stretched languidly, boots sliding over wood until she was simly laying there.

"Hey, buddy, are you gonna take a shot or what?" There seemed to have been some semblance of order before Cai had broken it, and if there was one thing college kids liked, it was their drinking.

"Yes, buddy." Bonnie's eyes sparkled, the expression more genuine in their proper color of grey blue, and she grinned. "Aren't you going to take a shot?"

"You being in the midst of some sort of trouble or about to cause some. There are still a few people who won't speak to one another," Caius remarked. He studied her, analyzing her actions, her posture, her tone. His gaze swept the crowd of people who would technically be considered peers based on their close age-range alone. Anything he might have gathered during that one cursory glance was left unspoken.

Caius met her playful gaze with a placid one of his own before looking up at the college boy. "Be my guest," he said. Once the shot had been taken, he scooped the woman up and redeposited her in a vertical position on the floor, an arm still encircling her shoulders in case she had difficulty with balance.

"It's time to go," he informed her.

"I live for trouble, don't you remember?" She smiled cheekily, using the excuse of his arm around her shoulders too curl into his side. Nuzzling her nose into his collarbone and taking a deep breath. His scent calmed her heartbeat, and she grinned again. Her eyes swept the crowd of college kids, some of them giving her a high five here and there, but most ignoring them both in favor of their own partying. Her arm wound around his waist, though it was obvious her balance had yet to be compromised by the alcohol. Her tact, however, had never been the best in the first place.

"What are you doing here?" She asked curiously. She stopped walking, her hold on him tightening as she caught sight of someone in the crowd. Before Cai could follow her gaze, she looked away, sure that he would disappear before the Raske caught sight of him.

She'd almost forgotten he'd been following her.

Turning, she wrapped her arms around Cai's middle, pressing herself to his chest, ignoring the trembling in favor of his stillness. "I'm not wearing a shirt, Loverboy. No shoes no shirt no service and all that." She tilted her head back, looking up at him. Something in her eyes flickered, and she rose to her tiptoes.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"It is impossible to forget when you remind me every time we meet," Caius responded.

Truth be told, Cai was not accustomed to the sensation of someone curling into his side. Any other time, it probably would have distracted him--she somehow seemed to have that effect on him, anyway, though the man couldn't have said why. At the moment, however, he was in 'work mode.' Nothing could shake his focus at that point. Not even the attractive, half-dressed woman pressed to his side.

"What do you think?" Caius answered, raising a brow. "I was sent after you." And he wasn't the only one, of course. She was mistaken if she believed his seemingly casual awareness of his surroundings to be just that.

The man managed to shrug out of his over-shirt somehow, and wrapped it across her shoulders, leaving himself clad in a gray wife-beater. He gazed at her in mild surprise. "What for?" he asked.

Blinking up at him, she stuck her arms through the sleeves and shrugged on his shirt, looking down to button herself up before using her hands to flip her hair out of the collar. Glancing around the room again, she wound an arm around his waist and curled close to him again. "They went to you? Jeesh. You'd think I was a Clyde or something, so high profile." There was an evident pout in her voice, as if she was the furthest thing from a Clyde there could be. At the moment, at least, she felt as un-Clyde as the man she stood beside. She was also well aware of the fact that if they had hired him, they were most likely surrounded by those less likely to find her.

"Where is the last place you'd look for a thief?" She asked curiously, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing them nose to nose. She glanced from his lips up to his eyes, thinking that maybe the alcohol might have affected her just a little bit. She wasn't drunk, however. She knew herself, and she was not drunk. "The answer, dear Cai-chan, is kissing the bounty hunter looking for her."

Caius' eyes glittered at her remark about the Clydes, though he said nothing in direct reply. "Perhaps, they are just rather upset about the damages you inflicted upon their property?"

His arms wound about her waist as pulled herself closer. A soft chuckle passed his lips.

"What sort of amateur do you think I am?" he murmured. "My family would be quite inept at our job if we were so readily recognized. But I suppose... it can't hurt to be certain. Just in case."

It was only as his lips pressed to her--softly, at first, then more insistent--that Cai realize he had shifted out of business mode at some point. Outwardly, it made no difference. Cai was a professional, after all, despite his young age. But inwardly, things were different, Cai felt different. He was no longer detached from the situation as he was a moment before.

"Perhaps they are concerned about whoever was able to slip past their defenses so easily, without even trying." She mused, fingers massaging the base of his skull as she played with his hair. "I seem to have a bad habit - or skill, some would say - of doing that." She shrugged a shoulder idly, before her gaze turned slightly suspicious as she looked up at him. "Hey!" She argued, though he hadn't exactly said anything, as she leaned closer. "What's with that look, eh? Did I say something that amused you?"

"My favorite type of amateur." She teased, a grin taking over her lips. "Besides, we weren't talking about your family. Just you." Leaning into his kiss, she let him lead for once, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed him back. As the kiss deepened, she found herself losing herself in it, letting him take over.

It was almost like feeling safe.

Cai quirked an eyebrow her, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly upwards. "What look?" he asked innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Caius gave the kiss all the serious attention that he tend to give everything. Still rather inexpert with the experience, the man dutifully applied that which he had learned from the last time he had kissed her while also following his instincts to know that which just felt right. His hand rose to tangle in her hair as his tongue darted forward, almost timidly, to explore her mouth and entwine with her own.

This. This felt right. Feelings, he had been carefully taught, could be deceptive, but for a moment, Caius allowed himself to forget that he knew that.

Finally drawing back to rest her forehead against hers, Cai gave a small smile. "There," he breathed. "I think that ought to have thrown them off. Don't you?" Despite his words, Caius couldn't help himself. He brushed another light kiss against her lips. He made no move to pull away.

"You do too." She countered, gazing up at him suspiciously, before running her hands through his hair. "That innocent look doesn't fool me, you know."

Her breath was hard to come by, stolen by him just as easily as his was by her. Her hold on him tightened as she leaned into him, arching her back into him as she found herself unexpectedly lost in his kiss. Giving a small whine as he pulled away, she leaned into him, kissing his second kiss back softly. Her lips twitched up into a small smile as her fingers ran through his hair again.

"Suppose it could have." She murmured breathlessly against his lips. She paused for a moment, opening her eyes slowly to gaze up at him. "Perhaps not. Don't suppose we should... try again? Just to be sure?" Her eyes closed briefly, and she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before she pulled away slightly, lips brushing his with every word. "Didn't you say we had to go somewhere or something?"

The man gave her an incorrigible grin but left her query unanswered.

"I suppose we could. Just to be certain." His own lips brushed hers as he spoke. The thumb of one hand stroked lightly against her back through the cloth of his shirt.

He tilted his head, letting his lips trail along her jaw to her ear. It could have been part of an act, keeping up an appearance to throw off any who might be watching. It didn't feel like an act.

"I'm not the only one here to find you," he murmured softly in her ear. "Not that I think you don't know this. I might be the quickest, but at least one of them is bound to catch on."

Caius impulsively pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. His hands moved lightly down her back and along her thigh, hooking behind her knees and pulling her up off the floor so he could carry her. He wound between the party goers, easily navigating through to the front porch and down the steps. Moving off and away from the house, he stepped out of sight behind a large shrub, then turned, apparating them both away.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she found her gaze completely and utterly caught in his. Breath hitching slightly, she closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as his lips traced a trail of distraction down her jawline. She swallowed thickly, trying to focus on the words he was saying, but much more interested in the feel of his breath against her skin. Why listen to things she already knew when she could focus on his voice instead?

A small sound slid from her throat at his kiss, the thief licking her lips slowly as she wondered if she should be attempting to focus on something other than the way his lips were- or she could focus on his hands. That was fine too. In fact, that seemed like the best idea in the world at the moment.

Wrapping her arms around her neck as she was lifted, she shivered against him, humming in agreement in case he'd said something and opening her eyes slightly. Finger massaging the base of his skull, she leaned forward and against him, shifting her weight slightly as they began moving through the house. The chill of the air outside had her moving closer, quite distracted by the skin of his neck. There was barely a moment between wondering what it tasted like and finding out for herself. Layering open mouthed kisses upon the sensitive skin there, she only paused to glance up at their new - admittedly sparse - surroundings before continuing with a mischievous flick of her tongue. In fact, she didn't see why she'd ever have to stop tasting Cai's skin at all.

Now surrounding by his temporary accommodations--a sparsely furnished apartment which bore no more than the absolute essentials--Cai shivered under her attentions. His breath caught in his throat and he felt unmistakably light-headed. In that moment, it were impossible to determine just which of them had been drinking, for though Bonnie had consumed a large quantity of alcohol (whether it effected her much or not), Caius found himself intoxicated by her presence, by the attentions she showered upon his neck, the feel of her lithe body against his own. In a world where so few truly captured the young man's attention, the woman had somehow managed to steal it for her own.

Perhaps, she was a better thief than any might suspect.

A hand deftly moving to tangle in her hair, Cai pulled her lips to his own, kissing her deeply and with a passion he consciously never realized was possible. Unintentionally, his other hand slid under the soft cotton shirt as he pressed palm against the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer.

Logically, this whole situation had become rather unprofessional. Then again, Caius had already ceased to see it as a job the moment he realized her target was her. Furthermore, logic was far from his mind.

It was with a slight whine of displeasure that she was pulled away from his skin, but her lips were much happier against his, and she was lost quite in the kiss almost instantly. Her fingers ran through his hair as she gasped for breath against his lips, barely needing the air but greedy for his, wanting things from him that didn't make much sense to her. It was impossible for her to think she associated a person with 'safe'. It was with renewed gusto that her tongue teased his, her hold on him tightening as she deepened the kiss.

A live wire seemed to have been pressed to her nerves where ever his fingers touched, electric awareness arching her back into him as she rolled her hips against his, skirt hiking up her thighs as she moved against him again. Something suspiciously like his name flew from her lips on a moan, one of her hands trailing up and over his shoulders to tug on the fabric of his wife beater as her tongue flicked against his.

The less clothes on him the better.

He had to put her down or else drop her. For a moment, Cai was most reluctant to do so, continuing to focus on the taste of her mouth and entwining his tongue with hers instead.

It was with a faint noise of protest (or perhaps something else) that he finally lowered her enough that her feet could touch the floor. Helping her to rid him of his wife beater, Cai's hands trailed up and along her shoulders, nudging off the still unbuttoned shirt.

Cai's lips moved to explore the elegant line of her throat before hungrily tracing her collar. His hands cupped her hips, fingers kneading the exposed flesh, slipping under the waistband of her skirt.

"Bonnie," he breathed softly against her skin.

It was a serious dilemma, having to separate her lips from his to help him with his shirt. Stepping out of her boots, she traced her fingers down his jaw as her shirt - or well... his... her shirt - slipped to the floor, grey blue eyes tracing his features as she leaned into him. One hand seemed to have decided its permanent place was in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other traced the planes of his chest, marveling over the muscle underneath. Biting her bottom lip and giving a soft moan at his attentions, she arched into him, breath hitching as he reached a particularly sensitive spot.

"mmm?" She hummed in response, wrapping an arm around his middle and tracing her finger down his spine. Her hair glistened in the low light, a halo of gold in almost darkness. Another shiver wracked her body as she pulled his mouth back up to hers, claiming his lips with a kiss that burned with passion.

They were moving, Cai's shoes joining hers even as he easily maneuvered them to the adjacent room, despite being occupied by the passion which locked their lips. He gently pressed her against the wall, hands wandering appreciatively.

Though it had been his feet that led them there, it was only belatedly that Cai realized they were in the bedroom of the apartment. He pulled back a bit abruptly, but not so far that his frame was not still flush with hers. A flush rose to his face, just noticeable in the dim light creeping in through the curtains. He gave a hard swallow.

"I..." he began, voice suddenly hoarse.

Were they moving? Completely distracted by the emotions pooling in her stomach at his proximity, the way each movement of his lips against hers sent a different set of nerves spiraling into nirvana. Breath hitching as her back hit the wall, she arched back into him, lips not leaving his until he was suddenly away from her.

A whine of protest left her lips as he pulled away, eyes opening to gaze at him as she squirmed in displeasure. Leaning toward him, she occupied herself with the rediscovery of the other side of his neck, layering more openmouthed kisses there, determined to see if this side tasted any different from the other. Slowly, she trailed her mouth up his throat and to the skin just below his ear, lingering there for a moment before her voice could be heard, soft and breathy.

"I trust you."

Breath hitching, nerves on fire, his undoing was complete at her words. Pulling her to him, he turned them about, backing her towards the bed as his hands found the button and zipper to her skirt poised over her right hip. Stopping to unfasten the skirt, he let it pool softly to the floor, his trousers soon joining it.

Cai lowered her gently to the mattress, gaze seeking hers. He had never... been with a woman before. It had never really occurred to him that it was something he should want. Not before Bonnie; not before he found himself wanting her.

Briefly kissing her lips, he turned his attention to thoroughly exploring her exposed skin, both with caressing hands and fervent mouth. His exploration was... reverent, nearly worshipful. Touching, kissing, nipping, teasing, repeating those actions which seemed to elicit a pleased response. He was in that moment a disciple and she his sacred text.

She bit her bottom lip, arms wrapping around his neck as her lips traced over any skin they could reach. She shivered slightly as their clothes were removed, eyes locking with his as she was lowered into the comfort of the cotton sheets. Moaning softly, she gave her body over to his exploration, letting him on his way and reacting appropriately - and sometimes vocally - to his ministrations.

After long, it seemed her body could take no more tempting, and she flipped them, latching her mouth onto his to lead a slow sort of kiss as her fingers did their own exploration of his body. Mouth leaving his after a moment, she continued to trace open mouthed kissed over his body, even as her hands slipped under the last bit of clothing he was wearing to explore there as well.

Caius made a sound against her lips, shuddering in pleasure as she took her turn to explore. His own caresses persisted nonetheless, hands moving round to her spine, fingers trailing along her bra to locate the clasp. After a few fumbling attempts, he had it undone, and his hands moved to give due attention to the newly-revealed flesh.

His breathing became ragged as her slim hand ventured beyond the waistband of his shorts, and unlike the last time, this time he did not stop her. If this were another test he had surely failed. Cai fervently hoped that it was not.

Still...

"Bonnie," he rasped, tone thick with need and desire. Speaking was wasting the air he needed to breathe. Why was he--right. He needed to tell her; she needed to know. He'd never quite articulated it before. Silly though it might seem, the young man felt it was important.

Swallowing, Cai tried again. "Bonnie, I--I've never been... with anyone... before." Another shiver racked his muscular frame and anything else he might have said was momentarily forgotten.

"hmm?" She moaned against his skin, looking up at him from with desire dark eyes. She pressed a kiss to his lips at the tail end of his words. She tried to steal away all the uncertainty that had leaked into his voice, on some deeper level appreciating his honesty and taking that too, storing it inside her lungs like she stored his oxygen. The resulting kiss was scorching, deep and slow, even as she pressed herself against him.

The feeling of flesh on flesh was heavenly.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she rolled with him, pulling him back on top. "You're-" She arched her back into him, keeping their lips locked. "-with me, now." She countered breathlessly, fingers tightening in his hair as she hitched a leg around his waist. "Trust me." She breathed.

She stole his breath away and Cai was glad to let her. Cai could kiss her forever, he decided. He would easily be contented to never experience a kiss with anyone, so long as he got to kiss her.

Her flesh brushing against his set his senses on fire.

They flipped and Cai was on top, once more. The way she arched against him sent an indescribable feeling through his body. Everything about the moment, about her, made him feel unimaginable. Another tremor of desire shudder through his body and he murmured against her wonderful mouth.

"I trust you."

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Her lips could still feel the pounding of his too-fast heartbeat from when she'd pressed her lips to the skin above his heart, though his heart had slowed long before they'd fallen asleep in the first place. Humming softly, her mind lingered on the kiss she'd pressed to his forehead as she'd slipped out of his arms, moving with careful ease as not to wake him.

It was simply ridiculous to believe she missed his touch, having only left him a few minutes ago.

His shirt hung over her shoulders, the second button the only one fastened as she moved about silently in her underwear. Her boots were neatly placed beside his shoes next to the door, and her feet were bare as she padded around his small home, evidently looking for something. Eventually stopping in the modest-sized kitchen, she decided to search there as well. Frowning, after a scan of what was there - and more importantly, what wasn't - she spun on the spot, the crack of apparition loud after such careful silence.

Five full minutes passed, and she was back, placing a duffle bag on his kitchen counter and carefully laying out her supplies. A carton of milk was first, then a half full egg carton, some orange juice, and other breakfastly ingredients. Stowing that which needed to be in the refrigerator away, she continued her work, humming a cheerful tune while she worked, and wondering if she should have gone back for a radio.

She never had been a fan of silence, when it wasn't being put to good use.