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For Miles

It's an interesting dynamic, being a lover for a reporter. But that's not what's on her mind when she slips through Seattle, headed toward his place. She has information for him. It's tucked safely away between her breasts in a small flashdrive that she'd used to steal the information for Miles.

The doorman to Miles's building smiles and tips his hat to the pretty young thing that comes to see the rather intense reporter.

She steps into the elevator and heads up to Miles's place.

Stepping inside of his apartment is always an adventure. She's never sure if she's going to find him buried in research or take out boxes. "Hello, darling." She says, slipping inside. She puts her purse down on a table covered in papers, and smiles to the reporter.

Normally, she stays far away from reporters and she never turns on a client. This client, however, had done something unspeakable. He'd bought and sold human flesh. Heather will put up with many things, but this is not something she will tolerate.

So, she'd offered to help the police, but none of them would listen to her. That's when she'd found Miles, through one of his other exposes. "Darling, you'll never guess what I've got for you...." She teases, leaning over in front of him. The flashdrive peeks up through her breasts.

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"The best fr-" She breaks off, hissing in a breath as he touches her. She settles on her back, her legs spread. She's perfectly willing to let him play her body for a little while.

Her hips rise, chasing after that finger, and after all the things it can promise her. "Tease me." She whispers into his ear. She combs her fingers through his hair.

"Make me want you, Miles." She hisses out, nibbling his ear.

"I don't think there's gonna be much making involved," he says, and strokes her again. It's one hell of an ego boost to have her respond like that, and to keep touching him like she is. Her hand in his hair is perfect, and when she nibbles on his ear, he groans quietly. Yep. She found a sensitive spot.

She groans against his ear. Her hips chase after the stroking. She's always been sensitive and it helps that she just had an orgasm not too long ago.

"Think I'm easy, do you?" She teases him, kissing down his neck. She strokes her fingers through his hair.

She trails her hand down his arm and guides his fingers, pressing them harder against her. Heather is not shy.

"Not at all," he says, "but you haven't kicked me out of bed, which means you must want me."

He takes the hint and strokes a little harder, a little faster. He wants to make sure she's well and truly sated before she goes anywhere.

Heather chuckles against his neck. Her breath quivers slightly. "Think you can make me come again?" She whispers, scraping her teeth against his ear.

Oh, she likes that he took the hint. She groans, lifting her hips.

Pushing him over, she straddles him. She kisses him, tangling her fingers in his hair. Resting on her knees, she keeps plenty of room between the pair of them, wanting to tease him with the possibilities.

"Did you just challenge me?" he breathes, amused. "You know how I am about challenges."

Then she pushes him over and straddles him, and his mind starts to run wild. There's so much he wants to do with her right now.

"Gotta say, I love the view," he says, running his hands up her body.

She chuckles. "Not only did I challenge you, I made it so I have very limited use of my hands." She points out. She leans down and kisses him though.

"I'm glad you like the view." She's proud of her body. She's just glad someone else likes it and is willing to say that. "Now, about that challenge..."

"About that challenge," he echoes. "I think I'm ready to go again." Sure enough, he's stirring to life again beneath her. "Of course, I can always do something else, but like I said...I love the view."

She chuckles, leaning down to lick her way into his mouth. "I think you should wait." She says, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "Of course, I do like riding...." She purrs, leaning down to kiss his neck. "How about you make the choice. My body is here for you to toy with as you please."

"Hey, I thought I was here to be the toy," he points out with a grin. "But, hmm...I can wait. I don't want to, but I can."

He kisses her. "You know, I've been told I have a very smart mouth. I can always make that useful..."

She leans down and nips his ear. "You are very smart-mouthed." She pretends to contemplate it. "And you should wait. A gentleman always allows a lady to go first." She grins. She's no lady.

"Why don't you make that mouth useful?" She purrs.

"Well, first you're going to need to let me up," he says. "And you know I'd like nothing more than to please you. Contrary to all appearances, I am a gentleman."

"But I am not a lady." She says, flopping beside him on the bed. She braces her head on her hand and stays on her side for a moment. "Now, what was it you were saying about your smart mouth?"

"A downside of having such a smart mouth is that I can't seem to shut up," he says, smiling winningly. "But I'll do my best." He kisses her gently, then trails his mouth down her jaw and neck.

He's gonna take his time, because he's a jerk.

Oh she likes his sauciness, yes she does. Sighing contentedly, she settles onto her back, carding her fingers through his hair. Her other hand starts roaming over the parts of him that she can reach.

She wants his mouth many places, but for now, she's content to let him do as he wishes.

"I have ways of shutting you up, don't worry about that."

"I'm sure you do," he says, and kisses her collarbone. His hands are wandering over her body, brushing his fingers against her again. He wants her to want him, and he's taking that request to heart. He's going to tease her, and get her going well before he gets his mouth where both of them want it to be.

Her breath hitches as he touches her and she lets her legs spread further. Yes, that's the way she wants it. And he does have quite clever fingers. She's okay with the way things are going. Dropping a kiss on his head, she watches his slow progression down her body.

There's something about watching his darker skin against her white skin. She likes the difference.

And he is definitely taking it slow - his mouth is finally heading further downwards, over her breasts, grazing her nipples. He keeps stroking her slowly, and finally, gently slips a finger inside of her.

The touch of his mouth on her breasts makes her groan. "Yes, more of that, darling." She likes that. Her nipples harden as his finger slips inside of her.

Her leg hooks over his knees, spreading her wider. She cards her fingers through his hair. Her other hand trails down, brushing against the hand that is inside of her.

Heather is not shy at all.

Well, he's nothing if not obliging. He continues to kiss her breasts, still slowly working his finger in and out of her. When her hand contacts his, he adds a second one.

This is going well, right?

This is going very well.

She trails her fingers over his hand, then up his arm, before trailing them back down to brush her own clit. She's not impatient, yet, but it certainly feels wonderful to have someone else's fingers inside of her.

She runs her fingers through his hair, able to feel him start nudging her hip. She doesn't plan on touching him yet, though.

"Mm." Okay, he really likes her playing with his hair. So sue him.

Looks like she's getting a little excited about this. He uses his thumb to briefly stroke her clit, because he really wants to tease her and draw this out as long as he can. And that can't really happen if she's in control of it, now can it?

"Oh." She hisses out the single syllable. She wants more of that. It's much better when he's the one touching her. Her hand trails down and moves his thumb, pressing it against her clit.

She sighs out her agreement with that arrangement. Dropping a kiss on his head, she continues combing his hair.

Slowly, her hand trails up and brushes over the nipple he's not licking at.

Hey, he's here to be her boy toy. Anything she wants, he'll do. So he takes the hint and rubs against her clit again.

He smiles a little against her skin when her hand comes up to touch her other nipple. She likes this.

"Good?" he murmurs, continuing to stroke.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she leans down and kisses him. "You're being very good." She whispers, leaning up to nibble his ear.

"Don't stroke the clit, just press against it." She whispers to him. "I want teased, and that helps."

She continues playing with the other nipple, then cups the breast and offers it up to him. Her hips move against his fingers, loving the ever so slowly building friction.

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