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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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"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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