It's Never Going to be a Strong Point

Elijah could have just liked whipped cream. The operative words being could have. He didn't though. As a rule he could barely tolerate it, which was why he was giving it to her. She wasn't completely wrong though. He was horny (but in all honesty when wasn't he?) but he wasn't necessarily going to act on his desires.

She was getting him all hot and bothered now. In his heart of hearts he knew he had to retreat and have a cold shower but he just couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to test his limit and, more importantly, he wanted to test hers. It would be interesting, that was for sure.

"I'm perfectly fine, love," he assured her with a cat-like smile, purposely ignoring her prior statement. He leaned down and blew warm air over her ear. "Strawberries and chocolate, huh? If I didn't know any better Natasha then I would have said you were horny."

Elijah smiled against her ear and leaned down to drop a kiss to her jaw before pulling away. He wanted to have the same affect on her as she had on him. He could still feel her teeth either side of his earlobe and he didn't know what he was supposed to think.

When Elijah felt her lips graze his fingers, his eyes nigh on bulged out of his head. He watched as the strawberry disappeared into her mouth and he swallowed, imagining for a second what it would be like if instead of a strawberry it had been his-

Elijah let his hand drop and he tossed the thoughts from his mind as she turned in her chair. He raised an eyebrow at her comment and a smirk danced across his lips. Elijah leaned forward and pushed her hair off of her shoulder. He trailed kisses across her shoulder and up to her neck where he nipped at the skin, teasing the blood underneath.

"You get to feel," Elijah latched his lips back onto her skin and trailed them back down to her shoulder, "my lips on your body. Surely that is payment enough...hmm?"

Elijah lifted his head from her shoulder and met her gaze when she spoke again. He chuckled and reached over for a strawberry. He took the stalk out, making sure to pull out the central part, and filled it with whipped cream before popping it into his mouth.

After chewing and swallowing the strawberry, Elijah replied, "Whoever said I didn't know?"

At the back of his brain, something was telling Elijah to end whatever he was doing right here. It was wisely telling him to stop, perhaps give her a parting kiss, and leave. He knew that was what he needed to do but that didn't mean a thing did it? There was a difference between acting on rational thought and acting on desire. Elijah had to draw the line at some point and walk away. Not yet though, he wasn't ready.

Mildly pleased that she too disliked whipped cream, Elijah let her take the can from his hand. He let her do what she wanted to after that, having found a spot behind her ear to nibble on. He smiled against her skin as she tipped her head back and his lips danced down the side of her neck.

Elijah became incredibly satisfied when she moaned. He'd elicited the right response out of her and he knew that he hadn't lost his touch -- so to speak. Elijah chuckled and licked his lips. When he returned his lips to her shoulder, she moved and, just like that, their lips connected.

Elijah brought his hands up and cupped the back of her neck, parting his lips willingly when he felt her tongue run across his bottom lip. It let out a good amount of the frustration he possessed and he let his hands full to her hips as he began to search for a way into the dress.

The kiss ended far too soon and Elijah let out a small moan of protest when she pulled away. Her words, however, made Elijah smile. He tapped his fingers against her lower back and pressed forward, catching her lips with his. He pulled away before it could develop and smirked at her. She then proceeded to kiss his jaw and Elijah titled his head back.

"Well, I better come up with some better payment."

Nicotine was the last thing on Elijah's mind, not while he was currently preoccupied with the woman before him. Elijah pushed her hand away and returned his lips to her neck, pivoting on his feet so he could trail his lips down the back of her neck. He nipped the skin with his teeth and kissed the spot before bringing his lips back up to her ear again.

The moan that he'd gotten from her was a fantastic little thing. It told him that yes, he was doing something right. The lust was thick in the air and Elijah's grip on her hips tightened as she pushed herself against him. Her tongue grazing his as it invaded his mouth, spurred him forth in his desire to get her out of the dress. Elijah was half tempted just to cut it off of her but it was just too nice to destroy.

He could feel her breasts against his chest. That sent a wave of lust south and Elijah invited her closer by moving forward himself, enjoying the feeling of the soft mounds of flesh against his body. His tongue lifted slightly and tangled with hers, fighting for the domination he doubted she'd readily give up.

When she pulled back and ate the strawberry, once again, Elijah's thoughts dived into the gutter. She tasted sweeter that second time -- curiously enough she tasted like strawberries. His hands were still looking for entrance into the dress and as they strayed over a piece of rogue material, Elijah smiled. Groping for the zipper, Elijah let Natasha pull away.

Elijah's concentration was compromised when the little minx began to kiss his jaw. He moaned, low and wantonly as she hit every sensitive spot on the side of his face that she could latch her lips onto. It was when she blew air on his ear that he found the zipper. Elijah shuddered and brought his hand down. He felt the material begin to free and he smirked to himself. He let go of the zip when it reached the end and he placed his hand on the base of her spine. He rubbed it across the skin and brought it up in search of a bra strap.

To his delight, he didn't find one and Elijah brought his head back down to meet her gaze. He leaned forward and hooked on arm under her knees. He kept the other firmly around her waist and lifted her, in one fluid motion, onto the table. The plates and such that were there disappeared and Elijah looked at Natasha with an easy smirk.

He reached down and ran his hand across her thigh. His fingers teased the hem of the dress before dipping underneath. He brought them back and raised an eyebrow at Natasha, smirking at her all the while.

"Your move sweetheart."


* Godmoddinngggg -.-'' -- I'm sorry! xD It needed to be done otherwise it would start getting awkward for Eli to move himself. I'm working from the dress in her sig here as I don't know what it actually looks like. xD Jusssttt going with the flow.

Natasha grinned as Elijah pushed her hand away and carried on kissing her neck. It turned her so very on that he was so into turning her on that he didn´t even want a drag from a cigarette. As Nat felt his lips traveling along her back, Natasha let a slight moan slip out of her lips as she wrapped a hand around his neck from behind and dragged her nails along his neck.

The lust was so very there as Natasha and Elijah kissed again. There was something that made the room seem hotter. Natasha wrapped a hand around his neck and ran the other one through his hair as she pushed herself up on him. Natasha enjoyed feeling his hands on her hips,gripping, as she was kissing him.

The domination fight was nowhere to be ended as Nat parted their lips and made her way with her lips to his neck, sucking slightly and a little lower to the skin that his shirt wasn´t hiding.

As they kissed again, Natasha felt his hands roaming around her whole body, probably searching for the zipper of the dress. Natasha smiled as she pulled back. "Impatient aren´t we?" she asked, running her hands down his chest and back up his back to find their way into his hair, as she started working on his neck.

His breath was hitching as she carried on kissing as she felt the zipper of her dress got pulled. The dress was strapless, just like the bra she was wearing under the dress and Natasha moaned as she felt the dress slip off.

Natasha looked him in the eyes as she suddenly felt a hand behind her knees bringing her up and onto the table. She giggled and as she as up on the table, she wrapped her legs around Elijah. His fingers came up from under her dress as she shook her head in disbelieve and drowned her self into another kiss with Elijah.

Natasha pulled her body closer to his, well as close as it could get with her not falling of the table, and put his hands on her lower back, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, continuing the fight from before.



OCC: sorrrrryyyyyyyyy for taking so long and posting such a shitty reply. Imsorryimsorryimsorry.

She was eager, that was evident in the way she responded to him. Elijah's fingers found the clasp of her bra and worked it for a few seconds before it popped open. He smirked and pulled it out. He didn't even spare it a glance as he tossed it away. His hands roamed across her back, memorising the soft curves of her sides as his fingers brushed them. Elijah shuddered as she dragged her nails across the tops of his shoulders and over his neck. A moan slip from his lips and he gently bit down on her shoulder.

As Elijah was caught in another kiss, the room's temperature jumped. Their tongues tangled and Elijah couldn't help but moan as he rocked against her, his desire for her evident. The desire burned every inch of his body but as his arousal heightened, the little niggling in the back of his mind told him it was time to excuse himself. Elijah tried his best to ignore it but he knew he had to bow out soon before things went too far.

So that was his decision.

Elijah broke the kiss and dropped his head to her shoulder, his breathing laboured. His hands slipped down her back and he pulled at the zip, zipping the dress back up so it was tight around her body. Elijah lifted his head and took his hands off of Natasha. He stepped back and smiled. She was hot, bothered, aroused and wanton. He'd kick himself later for not giving into that. He knew he shouldn't, of course he did, but for some reason, Elijah's feet refused to move. His body knew what it wanted, the way his jeans now strained over his groin made it evident that he wanted something.

So, instead of leaving, Elijah sat down on the chair she'd been sitting on, a smirk on his mouth. He lifted his hand up and motioned with his index finger for her to come to him. It was extraordinary, the way he changed his mind. There was no room for doubts now. Anything that was left would soon be replaced with pure unadulterated lust.