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Tonight? Tonight was going to be a special kind of night.

It had started fairly typical, what with the working late; Priya and Tony offered to take Allie for the night, just to help out (and because Priya had some pretty correct suspicions based on the way Bennett had reacted that morning when asked if they had any exciting plans for the night) and by the time Topher and Bennett got home, it was seeming like maybe it would wind up more "cuddle and then crash while watching sci fi" than anything else.

Bennett had other things in mind, though. Things that began with "okay, wait in the other room for ten minutes and then you can come in." Things that she was intentionally being as coy as possible about. Things that she really hoped wouldn't be ridiculous.

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Oh, and she's just pouting unbelievably now. "That's because I dressed up." This is, of course, her way of saying many things:

1. "I made an effort to do something different, please work with me."
2. "Sometimes we don't have to take everything off, because it's a different kind of fun."
3. "I should have thought more about getting all dressed up if it was going to come off this quickly."
4. "I sort of like how this makes me feel, please let me enjoy this strange sex kitten thing a little while longer."

Instead of saying any of those things, though, she arches up to pull her panties off. That's a compromise, okay. If he wants to undress her more she won't argue, but she had sort of planned for lingerie sex.

Those words are loaded and he knows it. What they're loaded with exactly is a whole different matter because they've...never really done anything like this before. Give him a second to figure it out.

Once he does, he smiles and shakes his head. Bennett, you are adorable.

That's a sufficient compromise though and it makes him swallow a lump in his throat that he didn't even realize that he'd had. Bajeezus there are no words for how hot this is.

So really, there's only one option here. Ravishing her with affection. He leans back down and pushes her into the mattress, kissing her neck and letting one hand sneak up the inside of her leg.

"So," he says in her ear, "Since you seem to have all the ideas, what do you want me to do next?" Because really, he'd rather avoid getting more pouts of doom.

She shifts under him, her smile going back to coy. Well, he had asked for it.

"To begin, I want you to lay back and enjoy yourself," she whispers. She likes this ravishing, she likes it a whole lot, and maybe (definitely) later she'll go back to being the ravishee, but that is not the plan right this moment.

She leans in to kiss him, definitely heading toward the rough side of things, and she presses her body against his, trying to shift their positions. Sexy sex kitten Bennett is going to top right now, and there is no way around it.

He knows better than to protest whatever she's up to so he just...lets her push him and shift herself up on top.

"So commanding," he snickers, kissing her back and moving his hands up to her tiny waist. He doesn't do much more than that, not wanting to potentially accidentally bring forth Benzilla.

Though unleashing Benzilla in bed might be fun. Probably slightly painful but there really wasn't any way around that.

Anyway, he's just going to listen to her and lay back to enjoy himself. Whatever enjoyment was going to entail exactly.

Unleashing Benzilla in bed would very possibly bring about a whole new level of kinky for them, but that? That's a different adventure.

Besides, this is still tiptoeing around the edges of kinky, all things considered.

She slides down and positions herself between his legs, still with that evil smile. "Ground rules," she begins. "Really, there's only one. Hands on the headboard, and if they come off, I stop."

She knows this is going to drive him nuts, but that's why she'll let him get his sexy revenge in a while.

Okay, there's a few things going through his mind. One, jeebus christ, Bennett! What on earth. Two, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, DEVIL WOMAN. Three, oh god this is a terrible idea, he isn't going to last a minute with this.

"And you continue to surprise me with your penchant for being diabolical," Topher says, slowly moving his hands from touching her skin to holding onto the headboard.

Oh, and she's just smirking. She completely knows she's diabolical. It goes with the silk and the lace and all that.

Once his hands are properly placed, she gives a satisfied nod. She locks eyes with him and doesn't break from that or even so much as blink as she scoots on down even more. "Promise you won't regret it," she chirps, and then, yep, she's nudging his legs further apart and reaching for that man-reaction he's worked up.

Phase one, the fondling and stroking phase, will only last until she's satisfied that he's going appropriately crazy.

He just watches her and tries so, so very hard not to look like what she's doing is effecting him too much. Yeah, it feels good and all of that but he just doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of being psycho and diabolical in bed yet.

So while his hands subtly grip onto the headboard a bit more, his face remains relatively unchanged aside from the smile as he keeps eye contact. Let's see how long he can actually keep this up.

Hey, on the psycho scale this is pretty tame, all right? She could be much more diabolical if she put her mind to it, but she's not completely cruel (usually).

She does redouble her efforts, though, because that's not the face he should be making right now, nope. Still with the stroking, but more purposeful and less playful, and she's absolutely batting her eyelashes at him. It's basically a dare.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks innocently. Since even just being told that she's evil is a sign she's doing this right, probably.

And while he's still trying to hide it, jeebus, woman. She's too good at knowing exactly how to go about making him squirm. It feels good, of course, but still.

His face changes a bit, he's biting his lips now and squeezing his eyes shut. Concentrate, dude. Concentrate. You can do this. Even if it's taking most of your self control to just keep your hands on the headboard.

"Well," he starts, "I'm thinking about how I'm going to exact my revenge, mostly."

"That so," she murmurs, and that smile is just getting more and more devilish. She's taking note of his hands, definitely.

After a few more strokes, she decides it's time to move forward with the plan. "You so sure you're going to want revenge?" she asks, all singsong and cavalier.

And then she slides her lips around him, still staring up at him inquisitively.

For a split second, when her lips move around his tip, his hands come up but he quickly remembers to keep them put and tries to cement his grip on the wood because this is just going to get harder and harder.

In spite of himself, he makes a small moan. Which turns into a groan and grumble. He's not going to let her win this!

"Knowing you as well as I do? Yeah, I'm pretty sure revenge will be sorta justified, Ben."

Once she's convinced his hands will be staying put, she nods just a little and lowers her gaze for a moment. It's a cross between coy and smug, not that her bedroom eyes are anything else most of the time, but she has it turned all the way up right now. It's just so fun to watch him squirm sometimes.

Instead of interrupting the moment to whip out some witty retort (or at least an approximation thereof), Bennett just focuses on him. Another one of those moans, preferably one that doesn't turn grumbly, is the goal right now.

She takes more of him in, taking her sweet time with it, and just when she's drawn it out long enough, she starts in with her tongue, too.

It's a bit shocking that she doesn't say something back. Her silence is like, admitting that she's just up to diabolical things that will require revenge.

But she'll get her wish, as far as moans go. He makes a low "ahh" sound as she slides in more of his length and once her tongue starts getting involved, his hips buck up a tiny bit.

Perfect. He is so completely putty.

Which she means, of course, in the most loving way possible.

When he moans, she murmurs something in response; it doesn't really matter what it is, and it very possibly could be nothing at all, the point is just that it's a happy little noise indeed.

This may be a little tiny bit evil, but it's evil with the best of intentions and she kind of loves doing this to him sometimes. She loves looking back up at him and seeing that she can make him react like this, and that means that yes, she will be watching him a bit more.

Putty is an accurate description. But he's putty in her hands no matter the situation, honestly.

But the hardest part about this is keeping his hands up. Seriously. It would have been easier if she just tied him up. But he kinda figures that's part of the torment. He's just so used to being able to touch her and lovingly stroke her hair while she goes down on him like this.

She'll get her wish of getting to watch him react some more, though. His breathing starts getting heavier and he has to adjust his hands a few times because he is just a person that needs to be doing something with them.

He finds comfort in imagining how much this is probably turning Bennett on and tormenting her, though. He knows how impatient and needy she gets. It's only a matter of time before she gives in and starts needing to be touched.

Really, this was largely born out of curiosity and impulse, all of which made sense when she decided it. She's honestly interested in how long he can keep it up (and how long she can keep it up too, but there's also that pesky stubbornness factor, i.e. as long as he can do it, she can manage just a little longer).

Besides, these little surprise dominant moments are sort of fun for her.

She's starting to regret her order just a little (she hadn't realized how much she appreciates the little ways he has of urging her on, okay?) but she also is trying her damnedest to refuse to cave on it. His attempts to follow instructions are really pretty cute, and yeah, she's getting kind of aroused, but one thing at a time.

He likes these surprise dominant moments! Even if they...aren't that surprising anymore. Out of the two of them, she's probably the more dominant lover. Though he does have his moments! But it's usually less about dominating her and more about pleasing her.

Topher has to change the way he's holding on to the wood again because ugh, his hands are getting sweaty and slippery and he just feels even more hot and bothered. He's getting to be a bit torn, though. While he wants her to continue, God how he wants her to keep going, he wants touch her too.

Also, he's sort of getting curious to see what she'll do if he let's go of the headboard. So Topher does exactly that. He holds his hands up and wiggles his fingers at her. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW, BENNETT?

Hey, they're always going to be a surprise to her, okay? Considering that prior to their various bedroom adventures, she'd never even thought to think about attributing the word dominant to herself.

True to her word, though, the second she sees his hands lift, she pulls back. It's so, so difficult for her, but like hell she's admitting it.

After a good few seconds of just staring at him, not quite glaring so much as daring, she repositions herself just long enough to put his hands back where they belong. "Told you," she mutters, even though it sounds less forceful and more like she's forcing herself. "There's time for everything, so just -- just stay."

Yeah, there's probably a sexier way to say that, but she'll go with it. She lowers herself back down to get to it -- she gave him a warning, all right, and if he knows what's best for him. Surprisingly, she really does want him to make it, and provided he plays nice, she totally does intend to see it through.

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