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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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He likes being asked during gentle lovemaking, but this is neither of those things - this is simply carnal pleasure, and there's not a thing wrong with that.

He does as he's ordered - as he always does - and kisses down her inner thigh until he gets to her, slowly moving his finger and licking up her until he reaches her clit.

Were this gentle lovemaking, they wouldn't be having nearly as much fun ordering and being ordered.

"AH!" The gasped shout escapes her, when his tongue touches her. She's waited patiently for that and wants to savor it. Gently, she combs his hair with her fingers, dragging her nails along his scalp.

"Such a good, good boy." Maybe she should reward him more often. "God, don't stop, Miles. Keep teasing me."

He smiles, just a little, when she shouts. Then he removes his finger so he has better access to lick her up and down, and he does so slowly, teasingly, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. He wants to draw this out, making it as pleasurable for her as possible.

She groans in the back of her throat. God, this is what she needs. Someone to take care of her to the point that she won't be able to walk for a little while.

That's certainly what Miles seems to be going for. She is not objecting to this, at all.

"Oh god, Miles, don't stop." She hisses out. Such a good boy toy.

Yep, that sure is what he's going for. He wants to make her so spent she can't even think. So he keeps doing what he's doing, going agonizingly slow, because he wants her to feel it.

And she doesn't need to worry. He's not gonna stop.

God, he's good at this. And she can say that. He's good at it, and very thorough. Her thighs start twitching and she can feel the orgasm starting all the way in her toes.

She groans again, and there might have been some words in there, but she's not very articulate at the moment.

Heather curls her fingers into his hair and just holds on for the moment. Suddenly, her world whites out and her body clenches. Her back arches off the bed as she orgasms against his tongue.

Once her thighs start twitching and her fingers tighten in his hair, Miles knows his efforts have been successful. It's a little goddamn satisfying to feel her back arch like that, obviously, and to taste her as she comes.

He keeps licking her slowly as she finishes, wanting to be sure she's well and truly sated.

Very successful. She lays there, sweat prickling along her skin, panting at the ceiling.

She combs her fingers through his hair, unable to talk just yet. He's a good boy toy. There aren't many that can make her orgasm that hard.

She's definitely not going anywhere for a few moments. Gently, she tries to tug Miles upward. She wants to cuddle.

Oh, good, because he wants to cuddle, too. He's a tactile kind of guy. He obediently climbs up and settles down next to her, a smug little grin on his face.

"I take it you liked that," he purrs.

Don't ruin it, Miles.

She huffs out a laugh, still trying to catch her breath. She pulls him into her arms, finger combing his hair, because, yes, she wants to cuddle, but she'll do things he likes.

"You have a very talented tongue." She whispers, kissing his forehead. Heather needed that. She stretches out with a grunt, and just basks in the afterglow.

"So I'm told," he says, laughing a little. He practically melts when she runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him on the forehead. He loves that. "It's an asset to the job. Ditto my talented fingers. Or what's left of them, anyway." He lets out a contented sigh. Hey, just because he's down a couple doesn't mean he's any less dextrous, so to speak.

"Mmm, you'll get no complaints from me, darling." She admits, rolling up on her hip to face him. She leans down and kisses him slowly. "That was quite lovely. Thank you."

She yawns. She's probably going to fall asleep, and then get up and get real food. Then, well, it depends on Miles. He's certainly lived up to her expectations today.

"I aim to please."

Shut up, Miles.

It's so sexy when she kisses him right after he's gone down on her. A lot of people would shy away from doing that. Like, look, at this point, does it really matter?

"Thank you, too. You're damn good, you know?" Of course she does, but a compliment never goes amiss.

She went down on him too, so it's a mutual thing there. Besides, she's had worse things in her mouth ~~No talking about the Dark Ages when bathing once a year was a thing.~~

Heather chuckles, running her fingers through his hair. "Such a compliment. I do hope you have some plans to follow that up?" Because while she's too sensitive now, later is a thing.

"Would I be me if I wasn't cooking up some hare-brained scheme?" he asks idly. "Of course I do. But I think we'll need to get our strength back first."

And she'll pry his terrible takeout from his cold dead hands. Or she'd have to, if he could leave bed.

She chuckles and kisses his forehead. Dear, sweet Miles. "Mmm, I was thinking of food first, then more sex later." She admits. "We need our strength after all. My treat of course." Because she's getting the good take out.

She combs her fingers through his hair. "Maybe a nap too." Because he did his job well.

Miles is in fact a sweetheart, despite his cynicism. And like a college student, he loves free food. Heather always knows exactly what he needs, whether it's a story, or a good fuck, or some takeout.

"Yeah. A nap. That sounds good. Y'know, every time I sleep, it's a nap. But naps don't love you the way that I love you." He laughs a little.

"Mmmm a nap sounds wonderful." Miles is a sweetheart to her. She loves him for it. "I think you sated me for the moment." For the moment being key. Because she's had her own dry spell lately, despite actually fucking people.

She combs her fingers through his hair. "Then food, because I know you will wake up starving, and so will I."

He grins. "Well, aren't I just proud of myself. I'd better rest up so we can go again." He cuddles up to her, since he likes the contact. He's been a little starved for it, honestly.

She chuckles and just kisses him on his wee little forehead, because so adorable Miles. But she does move him for a second to get the blanket to cover them. That's important.

Then, she's back to cuddle him and finger comb his hair until she falls asleep.

He sighs happily when she kisses his forehead and draws the blanket up, and when she finger-combs his hair his eyes drift shut. She knows he likes that, that it calms him. He has a sensitive scalp, you know.

It doesn't take long for him to drift off to sleep, too.

Heather sleeps fully for the first time in a long time. She normally sleeps full of nightmares and various bad dreams plaguing her. But she only sleeps a couple of hours, then she's suddenly wide awake. Miles is next to her and she's prepared to wake him up. But first. Food.

She finds his t-shirt and slips it on leaving him sleeping. Half an hour later she wanders back in clean, refreshed and bearing food.

"Miles?" She crawls back into bed with him and kisses his nose. "Miles, time to get up. I have food."

A nose kiss? Well, that's nice. He wakes up laughing a little bit. Like Heather, his nightmares had been dispelled. They usually go away when he's sleeping next to someone. Being exhausted usually makes them worse, but when he's with someone else, he feels protected. Whatever the reason, he's happy to sleep without reliving the worst night of his life.

"Mm, what kind of food?" he murmurs.

She snuggles up next to him, tracing her fingers over his chest. She's still wearing just his t-shirt, even though she showered, while waiting on the food.

"I bought the good take out from the Japanese place down the street. No fried rice in the lot." She teases.

"And, I had my bag delivered from the hotel." She grins. "So, shall we eat?"

"Ooh, Japanese," he says. He likes all food, but Japanese food is especially good. He has a trashcan for a mouth, both for eatimg and swearing. He is the living example of GIGO - garbage in, garbage out.

He sighs when she snuggles up. "In a minute. I like it when you're just here next to me."

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